52: failed as a partner

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One of the longest chapters I have updated! Plus I have tried my lever best to explain Zaviyaar's Pov. I hope this makes everything clear.

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ZAVIYAAR'S POV:

I moved out of the house, at almost 5 in the morning. I didn't pack any of my stuff. I just listened to my brain as it told me maybe we both; Aaliyana and I need space to sort out things, realize things, and analyze things. I didn't think about it, so I booked and boarded a normal flight. I was maybe too numb to think about it at that point. It was a two-and-a-half-hour fight. All I could do was think of Aaliyana.

Did I do right to leave her alone? Did I make a mistake? Would this ruin our relationship? My thoughts were broken when a member of the cabin crew announced that we had reached our destination.

As soon as I exited the plane, a gust of icy wind hit my face like a cold splash of water, jolting me into the realization of what I had just done. I had left Aaliyana, that too alone. Okay, what was I even pondering? Zaviyaar you were out of your mind. I scolded myself, internally. I need to go back home. We need to sort things out. Shit of me to come here.

I rushed towards the ticket counter of the airport, when i tripped. My ankle twisted beneath me and I found myself falling. I instinctively put out my left hand to break the fall, but it was still encased in a plaster cast. The impact sent a jolt of pain through my arm, and I immediately knew that something was seriously wrong.

A man in his early thirties, helped me get up and made me sit on a bench present there. He advised me to go to the doctor, I nodded my head. The pain in my arm and ankle was unbearable. It was hurtful. He noticed that I wouldn't be able to move by myself, so he offered some help, which I gratefully accepted. He took me to the hospital, and here we are sitting in front of the doctor.

"Mr. Khan?" He gave me a questioning look. I nodded.

"We have performed the X-ray of your ankle, you have gotten a sprain, usually it heals within a week, and one can easily walk about a few days of bed rest, but I assume you had met a severe accident a few days back due to which you have weak bones. I will recommend you not to walk for at least a week," the doctor advised.

"A week?" I raised my eyebrows. A week is too long, and that is too far away from Aaliyana. No, way!

"Yes, and if you continue to put your weight on your ankle. It can lead to fracture, which can cause weeks of bed rest," Why always me? I took a deep breath.

"I assume you aren't a local here," I nodded at his statement.

"I will recommend you to stay a week here and then you are good to go," I nodded.

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It's been four days since I arrived here, all by myself. I asked the doctor about my injury, and he told me the same thing, due to the accident my body is weak, and should avoid walking and especially traveling. I want to go back to her, to my sweetheart, to my home but I can't due to my health. Only three days until I see her again.

I've been reflecting on everything that's happened, and I'm determined to make things right. I know I may not deserve it, but I'm going to ask for her forgiveness.

I can't help but feel a deep sense of regret for leaving her alone. I chose not to disclose my injury to anyone, as I didn't want to worry anyone about my health. Coincidentally, I ran into Sahil Baig Mirza, a good friend of mine, who happened to be here on business. He has been incredibly supportive, accompanying me to all of my doctor's appointments.

I reached out to Azlaan to update him on my health, and while he expressed a desire to come and be by my side, I urged him to stay with Aaliyana and our family, as they need him now more than ever.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I absentmindedly reached for my wallet. As I opened it, I gently took out her confession letter. I carefully unfolded the paper and read each word, feeling a wave of emotions washing over me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I read it again, and I couldn't help but cry, letting out all the pent-up emotions until I had no more tears left to shed.

I failed as a partner, as a husband, and as a good son-in-law, I failed as a person. Why do I end up doing everything wrong? Why it is always me? I wiped out my tears and I wanted to call her, to hear her voice for once, my heart wanted the peace it was longing for.

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It's been seven days and I am about to go to the doctor. At this point I didn't care if the doctor said to stay longer, I couldn't, the craving for her presence was eating me. Sahil was there with me. Sahil is older than me he has a five-year-old son, Azaan Mirza Baig.

*ping*

I looked at my phone, it was a message from a random person. I felt someone took away my reason to breathe. I called Zayyan, but he didn't pick up the call. My heart pounded in my chest. I called Mom and Dad. Their phones were switched off, it never happens. What if something happens to her? No, no. I dialed her number, hoping she would pick it up, but again her phone was switched off. "You wanted to leave her." My brain mocked me.

Sahil noticed my discomfort and immediately inquired about what had happened. I confided in him about the troubling message I had received. He too became concerned, but his calming presence helped to soothe my nerves. Without delay, he took charge and arranged for a private jet to be ready as soon as possible.

I called the workers, but no one answered my phone. What the fuck is wrong with these people? I dialed our home's landline number but it was not reachable. My heart was beating as if it could explode. I regret coming here. I regret leaving her.

"I would never leave her just keep her safe." I prayed.

If something happened to her, I would die. I called Azlaan, but he too didn't pick up my phone. I made my way to the airport. I border the jet. It was only a 2.5-hour distance but it felt like an eternity. All negative thoughts possible were flashing into walls of my brain. Azlaan called me back when the plane almost landed.

I asked him to go home and call me if Aaliyana wasn't there. I called the driver and when I exited the airport he was already there waiting for me. I sat in the car, and here came the traffic. Everything in the universe was stopping me from going to Aaliyana. But that ain't happening.

I left the car as I couldn't bear the weight of anything. I wanted my Aaliyana to be safe. I wanted her to be with me in my arms. I started running,  I knew I shouldn't not run, it would cause trouble but I least care about it. My arm started to pain. My back was hurting too. I wasn't completely healed. Azlaan hasn't called me something is wrong.

"AALIYANA," I yelled the moment I stepped into the hall. She was there all okay. She was fine. I ran towards her and hugged her tight as if she was about to disappear.

"I thought I had lost you forever and it made me realize how deeply I'm still in love with you," my home was okay, I was with my home. I could breathe. All I knew was I would never repeat this mistake, we can sort out things by communicating. I want us back. I may not deserve her love but I will keep loving her.

I never wanted to break the hug, but my crazy family members bombarded questions on me. She didn't say anything. We had dinner. I noticed she was happy. I sighed in relief. Mom scolded me and she stifled her laugh. Noor was also there.

I noticed Noor, Aaliyana, and Zayyan were passing smiles to each other. I wonder why? My phone pinged, same random number.

"Sorry sir wrong number." The message is displayed on the screen. What the hell is wrong with people? I could have died thinking something happening to her. I love her, yes I do.

Perhaps seeing that particular number triggered a realization within me, making me understand the mistake I had made in leaving her.

As we entered our new room, my eyes were drawn to a beautiful frame hanging on the wall across from our bed. I had ordered it a month ago as a special gift for our 4-month anniversary, but unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. My initial joy faded, and I felt like I had let her down as a husband. Later that night, as I lay in bed, I waited for her to join me so that I could hold her in my arms.

When she finally came to bed, however, she kept her distance. Desperately wanting to connect with her, I pulled her close and tried to snuggle with her, but I could feel her body tense up, and she squirmed away from me.

"Please, stay like this," I requested she nodded. I was longing for her presence.

I'm feeling guilty because I haven't spoken to Aaliyana for a while, and I know I've been the cause of her sadness. I've decided that I'll have a conversation with her tomorrow to address the situation before we go to bed.

The NEXT MORNING:

I woke up and looked for her everywhere in our room but she was nowhere to be found. I wanted to talk to her but she was nowhere. I went downstairs only to see Aaliyana Noor and Malaika there all dressed up. And telling mom that she won't be coming home today as they have planned a night stay at Noor's. Is she mad? "You made her mad," my inner voice mocked me. Shut up!

Wait, this means she will come back by tomorrow. I can't wait. I was looking at her but she didn't even glance at me. I had to wait an entire day to talk to her. The day wasn't going fast at all. I tried to keep myself busy but I failed. Then I called Azlaan, as he was handling the office work nowadays. I'll be joining the office in a day or two. I called him at the house he came we discussed about the office.

He asked me if everything was okay. I told him the situation. He told that me I've ignored her way too much which is genuinely wrong, and I deserved it. What did he mean I did deserve it? He laughed at my situation, What the hell? I hope everything goes well.

AALIYANA'S POV:

Malika, Noor, and I were standing in the hall, all ready to leave. When I saw Zaviyaar descending the stairs. He looked at me, but I didn't look at him. I should give him space because I guess that's what he wants.

Space.

Noor and Malaika planned a stay over at Noor's place as phophu and Arsalan was out of town attending a wedding. It's almost noon Noor came to pick us up. We are all ready to go. We told Mom we were going. I didn't bother telling Zaviyaar because he doesn't care so then what's the point? Plus he needs space. We went towards Noor's car.

We were jamming on Taylor Swift's songs. She's our favorite we were singing songs at the top of our lungs. Soon we reached a parlour and Noor stopped the car. I looked at her with 'why we are here' eyes.

"It's our self-care day let's go," she said.

We entered the parlor. The workers started our services. We got Mani Pedi done. We also got our nails done. It was a relaxing day. And guess what I also got my hair color changed because why not? I got Ash brassy brunette that's what they told and I love it so much.

They looked so good on me. The time was almost 3 pm and we were hungry so we went to a restaurant. I was feeling a lot better because I was with my girls. I was tired of crying. We had food and there I saw a couple having their food. I remembered Zaviyaar. I do miss the old Zaviyaar the way he used to flirt with me and when he used to act all lovey-dovey with me. (sighs)

I felt a lone tear on my cheek wipes but Malaika saw it.

"Are you crying Aaliyana?" she asked. I shook my head.

"Zaviyaar ke sath kuch howa hai, dobara," Noor said.

(Something happened, again?)

"Let's go we are getting late," I said diverting the topic. We left for a bookstore because we wanted to buy some books. We didn't even realize the time it was almost 8. We had ice cream. And went home.

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"Ab batao Aaliyana kya howa Zaviyaar aur tumhare darmeyaan?" Malaika asked. Noor looked at her, she knew. I told them everything that had happened in the last two weeks. They weren't expecting this from Zaviyaar. We also told Maliaka what we did yesterday and she was dumbfounded.

"I have an idea," Noor exclaimed.

"What?" I said.

After finalizing the plan, we decided to watch Insideout 2. I recalled watching its first part with them, I loved the way they explained the emotion of anxiety. I cried at many points while watching the movie, after the movie we wanted to have ice cream. So, we went to an ice cream parlor and had ice cream. Turning home, we gossiped about a lot of people. I mean stayovers are incomplete without the gossip.

"Malaika how is your job?" Noor asked.

"It's good," a blush crept on her face.

"Who is he?" I asked her, looked me with wide eyes.

"No one," she tried not to blush.

"Spill it," Noor said.

"The manager," she blushed hard.

"The new one?" we asked her and she nodded. And with that, we got another topic to tease her. We teased her and soon we slept.

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The next evening

Malaika has already left as she had to go back to her job and now I'm going back home.

"Don't forget about the plan," Noor said. I nodded. We planned that I would only talk to Zaviyaar if it's needed or else he should talk it out. And sort things out between us. When he will talk about us, I'll show zero tantrums to him and clear things out.

Noor dressed me up. Because she said that this would help me in my plan. I hope this goes well. She also styled my hair. And it looked so good. I reached back home. No one was at home. Mom and Dad were out of the city. Zayyan has gone over to his friends he'll come after a day or so. Malaika is at her job. So it is just me and Zaviyaar, alone.

I entered my room. Zaviyaar was sitting on the bed. I didn't spare a glance at him. I felt his strong gaze on me all the time. Maybe it's working, but then I remember I changed my hair color.

"Oh god, make him think I am still pretty," I silently prayed.

I went towards my cupboard and took out the chocolate. These were the chocolates he got when I was on my period. I already finished the ice cream but chocolates were left. I picked my novel on my side of the bed and started reading the novel. I could feel him stealing my glances.

ZAVIYAAR'S POV:

The moment she entered the room. Believe me, she was looking different in a breathtaking way, wait she changed her hair color. She looked so pretty. She didn't even look at me, but shameless me was staring at her. She looks so pretty.

My prettiest Sweetheart.

I was waiting for her to talk to me but she didn't even say a word. What should I do now? She was moving out of the room. It was almost 6 pm I didn't know where she was going and didn't even bother telling me. That's weird. Is she ignoring me? No, why would she?

It has been 30 minutes and she hasn't returned to the room. Where's she? I went downstairs to see where is she. There she was talking to someone on the phone, instead, she was laughing. Who it could be? I was trying to calculate it out. I felt jealously crawling my skin. It should be me who gets to listen to her honey-dripping laugh. I wanted to know who was on the call, but then she looked at me and ended the call.

"Do you need anything?" she asked with no emotions in her eyes. Why is she giving me the cold behavior? I shook my head and went back to the room. Why is it hard to talk to her? Why do I feel nervous? Ugh.

Why is she behaving like this? ugh, I wonder what happened. "It was you who ignored her for almost two weeks," my mind commented. Shutup!

I was using my phone when she entered the room. She went to the closet and changed into her sleepsuit. It was almost 9 pm. Is she about to sleep? Did she have food without me? Maybe but she didn't have food.

I went downstairs and the worker told me that she already had her food. That was weird because she never eats without anyone.

No one is at home so she could have had food with me. Why is she behaving this way? Why am I not talking to her? You are scared of her. Shut up!

I had no wish to eat food as I had no appetite. I went back to my room only to find her sleeping. This girl why is she behaving like this? I will talk to her tomorrow for sure.

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