50: he cares

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Next chapter on 50k reads as my college is starting from 5 August and I have to manage everything. Plus there's a lot more to the story.

AALIYANA'S POV:

At this point my life sucks, everything sucks, and who's fault is it? Discernibly Mine. I never anticipated Zaviyaar to show cold, ruthless behavior towards me, we returned from the hospital this morning and it's almost 10 pm. And he hasn't talked a word to me I know I did wrong but still.

The amount of times I've cried today I can't even tell, only god knows, and to be honest I have lost count. I know what I did was wrong, completely wrong but we need to sort it out. I don't feel myself anymore. I felt tears pooling in my eyes, again.

I genuinely want to go to Mama's place hug her tightly and sleep in her embrace because this is not something I expected, and something that broke me to the core was that today his Phophu insulted me a lot but he didn't even defend me I was hurt.

He could have stopped her. She mentioned Lubna should have married Zaviyaar, she is a bitch. How could she say that? He is mine, and I don't share what is mine. Period.

The chain of my thoughts were broken when I heard him enter the room. He came towards me, maybe he wanted to talk, but he tried to pick up his laptop from the side table. I wanted to help, as his one had a plaster on his left hand, but he managed to pick it up.

He sat on the couch placed before our bed, with his legs apart, and he placed it on his thighs and then opened it. He looked hot, how could someone look this hot? I looked at him but he didn't even spare a glance at me. How could he? He loved me, didn't he?

"Zaviyaar you should sleep. You aren't that well to work," I said but he ignored it as I wasn't audible to him.

"Zaviyaar, I'm talking to you," I said curtly to gain his attention.

He looked at me with no emotions. It felt weird because he never acted like this. He looked back at his laptop and started working on it again. Okay, then now I don't even care. I care but why doesn't he care? It hurts.

I lay down on the bed and I don't why I started crying. I shouldn't cry. Don't cry, Aaliyana. Don't, not for him at least, my hormonal mood swings are at their peak maybe because of my pre-period mood swings. I'll be starting my period soon.

The previous time he took care of me but this time I'm not expecting anything, my life sucks I was sobbing, and my face ducked into the pillow. I tried not to make any noise and didn't know when I slept.

AUTHOR'S POV:

Zaviyaar was working on his laptop when he heard Aaliyana's muffled sobs. He wants to go to her to make her stop crying but then he realizes the date, the date of her period is near. So he places an order of all the things for her, that she needs because he knows she can't bear the pain.

Soon the things are delivered he puts the ice cream and the chocolates in the small fridge in their room and other things in her cupboard. Now it was time to sleep, so he lay beside her. Aaliyana felt him and she hugged him tightly. Zaviyaar wasn't even moving. He was a bit uncomfortable, as he had a plaster on her left hand.

"I'm sorry," she said in her dream. He caressed her head, which made her peaceful. Soon the sleep took over him too.

ZAVIYAAR'S POV:

It was almost 7 am when I woke up. Aaliyana was still sleeping peacefully hugging me. My arm itches, it is bad. I looked at her, she was smiling in her sleep, and it made me forget my pain. I don't want her to find out that I let her cuddle me all night so I just got up from the bed.

It was hard for me as he was clinging to me, but I was able to do it. I went to the sofa and lay there. It was so uncomfortable. Why staying away from her is hard? I tried to sleep and I was only able to sleep 2 more hours.

I heard a noise, that disturbed my sleep. I opened my eyes, my sight fell on Aaliyana, she was getting up from the bed. She saw me, she rubbed her eyes as if she wasn't believing what she saw. She opened her eyes after rubbing and I could see hurt in her eyes.

"You can sleep on the bed now if you want," she said and went to the washroom. I pulled myself from the sofa, my back hurts, and moved towards the bed. I sat on it, resting my back on the headboard, providing it the comfort it needed. She came out of the washroom.

She was in a simple yet elegant kurta with matching trousers to go with it, no makeup, and the jewelry pieces she always wears; a pendant that had my ring in it, that ring, and her to-go diamond studs. She looks breathtaking as usual.

I went to the washroom and freshened up, it was a mission with a plaster on my hand. Now comes another hard task which was to wear the shirt. I tried to take it off, but I couldn't do it. I again held the hem of my shirt with my right hand I lifted it but I couldn't take it off. I don't know what got to me, I took one of my sleeveless shirts from the closet and went out. My sight fell on Aaliyana, she was using her phone.

"Can you call Zayyan?" I said to her.

"He isn't at home, wait I will help you," she moved towards me.

"No, it's fine," I protested.

"Zaviyaar, chup karke yahn beith jao, warna dosre hath se bhi jao gaye," she tried to sound scary but I found it cute, extra cute.

I didn't say anything. I had to take her help, though I didn't want to. I am still mad at her. I sat on the couch.

She carefully held the hem of the half-sleeve shirt I was wearing. She started removing it, carefully. She grasped the shirt and helped me wear it when our eyes made contact. I didn't want to look away. Her eyes had guilt, love, and care. She was done helping me.

"You can go downstairs and have breakfast. You also have to take your medicines," she said going to the balcony. Why? Is she not going to have breakfast? I didn't say anything and went down.

At the table, phophu was not there. I guess she left at night only.

"Zaviyaar Aaliyana Kahan hai?" Dad asked.

(Where's Aaliyana?)

"Um-mm, Aaliyana ke sar main Dard tu wo sorahi hai," I lied.

(She isn't feeling well, so she's sleeping.)

"Tumhare aur Aaliyana ke darmeyaan Kuch Howa hai?" Mom questioned.

(Is everything fine between you two?)

"Nahi nhi," I said.

(Yes.)

Soon I ended my breakfast and went to the room to find her sleeping her face had dried tears. She shouldn't cry this much, this is not good for her health. Why didn't she have food?

"Then you should have asked her," the voice from my brain mocked me.

"I can't do that," my inner voice replied.

"Then stop caring for her," the voice said.

"I can't do that either," my voice answered. My phone rang breaking the voices. It was Azlaan, I picked up the phone.

AALIAYANA'S POV:

I'm not feeling well at all. My periods started and the cramps are killing me, I guess I could die any second from now. Zaviyaar is still not talking to me which is hurting me even more.

The time was almost 6 pm. I just woke up. Earlier this morning I helped him with wearing his shirt and he didn't even say thank you, it ain't that hard. Plus, I didn't meet anyone today as I wasn't feeling well. I was sitting on the bed when I saw Mom entering the room.

"Aaliyana kya howa Zaviyaar bata raha tabiyat nhi theek?" Mom asked. He knows I am not well but still he is being cold to me.

(Aaliyana is everything good? Zaviyaar told me you were not feeling good.)

"G bas sar Dard tha," I told her the half-truth.

(Nothing, just a headache.)

"Zaviyaar se larai howi hai," she asked holding my hand.

(Did you guys fight?)

"Nhi nhi," I shook my head while controlling my tears.

(No, no.)

"Chalo aram main Khana bhejwati Hu," she said.

(Okay, you take some rest. I'll send some food for you.)

She went out and I burst out into tears. I was overwhelmed with emotions. I know I did wrong by not trusting him but what he is not justified to, this is wrong. He is doing bad to me. I went to the washroom and sobbed. I freshen up.

I came out to see the tray of food on the bed and the bed was made. The room was cleaned too and he was there sitting on the couch using his phone. I genuine smile crept on my lips.

Did he do it?

I sat on the bed and had my food. I was not able to eat much, but I tried to eat it to gain some energy to bear Zaviyaar's cold behavior. I was going to take the tray out. When I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I hissed in pain. He looked at me then he looked back. I know he cares but he won't show. I sat down because of the pain. I was holding the tray and was moving out when he approached me.

"Give it to me. You go and just rest," finally he said something which felt more like ordering, it felt like that. He went out. I lay down on my bed and opened my phone. I don't know what got to me and I opened my phone's gallery and saw all the pictures we had taken while we were there, my poor heart.

I felt tears pooling

in my eyes but then I heard the clicking sound of the door opening, I harshly rubbed my eyes to stop them from falling. He entered the room with a hot bottle bag. He knows.

He passed it to me. When I held his hand causing him to cease.

"Can you please sleep with me, today? I'm not feeling good," I requested him. He should answer me. He didn't say anything, I left his wrist. I was disappointed, I shouldn't have asked him, but then he lay on the bed. I wasn't expecting it. I was not sure if I should cuddle him or not.

"You can cuddle me," he said

I wrapped my arms around him. I started crying making his shirt all wet. He closed his eyes. I wanted to stop my tears but nothing was helping. I was finally in his embrace after I don't even remember how many days.

"Zaviyaar please phele jaise hojao. Mujhe phele wala Zaviyaar chahiye jise main pyaar karti hu," I cried.

(Zaviyaar please be yourself again. I need the Zaviyaar I loved back.)

"Don't cry, Sweetheart," he wiped my tears. His gaze didn't meet mine.

"Zaviyaar, please don't go," I murmured in my sleep. Soon darkness consumed me, and I slept.

My sleep was disturbed when the pain got unbearable. I moved and winced in pain. I hate period. Why do we have to tolerate this pain for at least three days? Fucking three days. It is just too much to handle.

Don't even get me started on my mood swings they are shit. They suck. Everyone sucks. Yes, they do. Look at my husband who doesn't want to sort out things. I lay down on the bed, straight. I know what I did was wrong, completely wrong but we can sort things out. Every problem has a solution.

I felt tears collecting in my eyes when I thought what if Zaviyaar never talks to me? How is that possible? I held my lower abdomen as I felt a sharp pain. A sound of "ah" escaped my mouth. These cramps, ugh. I closed my eyes to sleep but it was nowhere to be found, then I felt someone touching my bare waist. I saw it was Zaviyaar, it sent shivers down my spine. He was massaging my lower abdomen, with his eyes closed. He still cares for me.

He still loves me, the same as I do.

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