Chapterr : 52 - CEO's Blushing Moment.

"Hakim, I need my car key in two minutes," I said our servant, then quickly headed towards my car.

Exactly two minutes later, Hakim came rushing towards me with the key in hand.

"Thank you," I said without wasting any time and started heading in the direction Sahara had gone. Her driving is already bad, and she left in anger, and I am sure she must be driving even worse right now.

"Yaah Allah, please grant her a little patience," I prayed for her, but my heart was still uneasy. Then, exactly five minutes later, I saw her number plate in front of me, and finally felt some relief. Following her car, I took out my phone and dialed her number.

After a couple of rings, I heard her voice.

"Who is it?" she asked, her tone curt and stern.

"It's me, Samir," I replied softly.

And with that, she hung up the call.

"Oh Allah, give me patience," I said to myself, taking a deep breath and calling her again.

She answered this time, but didn't say anything.

"Sahara?" I called her name, sensing the complete silence.

"Don’t say my name, Mr. Farsi," she suddenly said.

"Alright, Miss Reza—"

"I dare you to say that too," she threatened me before I could finish.

"Mohtarma? What’s your problem?" I was completely puzzled.

"Don’t call me anything, Mr. Farsi, and leave me alone," Sahara said in frustration.

"Alright then, is 'jaan' okay?" I don't know what was going on in my mind; she was angry, yet my shameless heart wanted to tease her. There was no response from her. Then I noticed her car slowing down. Seizing the opportunity, I pulled my car up beside hers, rolled down my window, and started looking at her.

She glanced at me; her face was flushed, but I was confused as to whether it was from shyness or anger.

I gave her a smile.

"I’m sorry, jaan," I said softly.

"I don’t need your apology" she burst out, and started driving at full speed.

"Patience, Samir, patience. You can handle her. Only you can handle her," I encouraged myself and took out my phone again. Then, with the count of 1...2...3...

"Hukum apka tha,

Joh maine na maana.

Khatawaar hoon mai,

Na aaya nibhana."

I played the lines I had kept especially for her, while speeding up and following her from behind.

"Do you think I will melt because of all this, Mr. Farsi? Go and do this with your cousin," she ruined the beautiful moment by bringing up her name.

"Jaan, understand—"

"Don't call me that!" she cut me off before I could explain anything to her.

"Tumhare naam seh hein, meri zindagi chalti hai Sahara," I told her with deep intensity, even though my heart shattered like glass every time she told me not to say her name.

(My life revolves around your name, Sahara).

"Who even asked you to use my name for your brand?" she asked in a tone that made her displeasure clear.

"My shameless heart did, which no longer belongs to me," I replied with patience, even as both our cars sped down the road, hers ahead and mine following closely behind.

"Then who does it belong to?" Sahara asked.

"It belongs to you, Mohtarma" I said.

Sahara didn't respond with words, but her speed certainly did. It began to slow down suddenly.

"I don't believe you," she said firmly.

"You don't have to," I replied with a smile.

"Stop following me and go back, Mr. Farsi," she said, her words causing me nothing but pain.

"I can't. I'm helpless, Sahara" I said in a soft voice.

"Why?" Sahara asked.

"Can a person live without a heart, Sahara? My heart is with you. If I leave you, I won't be able to survive," I said, and as the words left my lips, tears began to fall from my eyes.

After that, there was complete silence. No words, no complaints, no anger came from either side.

Then suddenly, she increased her speed, and my heart began to race with anxiety again.

This woman will be the reason for my death!

"Sahara, either slow down or get into my car!" I said firmly.

"I'm not sitting in your broken junk when you can't even fix it for me!" she yelled.

"Kharab bhi toh, tumhare liye hein ki thi, Mohtarma," I whispered quietly, with a slight smile.

(I even broke it for you only, Madam).

"Did you say something, Mr Farsi?" Sahara asked in a confused tone.

"Did you hear something, Mohtarma?" I teased.

"No," she replied sternly and slowed her car down.

The rest of the drive was spent in silence, with both of us keeping our phones on and feeling the cold with in the open air under the sky.

I could hear her breathing, and perhaps she could hear my heartbeat too, as I kept the phone close to my chest.

After about 30 minutes, we arrived at Reza Mansion. I got out of the car and walked over to hers, opened the door, and watched as she gracefully adjusted her dress while getting out.

Her every movement caught my eye. Her pallu was touching the ground from her head, so I straightened it for her while she fixed her dress as she got out of the car. During this entire time, her gaze was downward, while mine was fixed only on her.

Then, as I closed the door and stepped aside to let her walk ahead, Sahara didn’t move from her spot. She lifted her gaze and met mine again. And I was lost in her eyes.

Had I caused pain to this woman? Why? Why  couldn’t I understand that no one could ever love me like she does?

I had caused so much pain to such an innocent soul.

kyun, nahi samajh paaya ki, Samir Farsi ki dunya hein uski Mohtarma hai!

Why didn’t I realize that Samir Farsi's whole world is in his, Mohtarma!)

"You have everything, Samir, so why are you after me?" she took my name for the first time in years. The name my ears had longed to hear for the past seven years.

Hearing her say "Samir" from her lips  always brings me peace, and today, after so many years, I felt that peace again.

"Haan, mera paas Sab kuch hai, magar meri, Sahara mere paas nahi hai, aur uske bhagair yeh, Samir Farsi kuch bhi nahi hai, Mohtarma," I finally confessed my helplessness to her.

(Yes, I have everything, but I don’t have my Sahara with me. And without her, this Samir Farsi is nothing, Mohtarma).

If she asked me to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, I would do it anything, as long as she forgives me.

"I can't do it, Samir. I can't love you again. I loved you once, but it won't happen again. You'll find a better woman, Samir. Forget me." Hearing this made me want to die right here and now. The pain I gave her seven years ago, she’s now giving me the same pain in return.

I might find good women, Sahara, but none of them will be you. And I don't want a good Woman, I need you, Sahara. Without you, I'll be lost again. Don't put me through this torment, forgive me—I only want your forgiveness, Sahara," Tears of desperation were falling from my eyes.

Do I love this woman so much that even the thought of forgetting her terrifies me?

"Allah hafiz, Samir," she said, and with those two words, she started walking toward the door, and I stood there, watching her go.

Mohabbat ki hai tumne samir, aur woh mohabbat hein kya, joh asaani seh miljai.

Aur mai jaanta hoon Allah, tuh itna begarz nahi ho sakhta ki mere aansu na dekh sake.

Tu jaanta hai, ki mujhe Sahara seh paak mohabbat hai, phir kyun itni aazmayishe leh rah hai meri? Ab bas kar, aur nahi hota mujhse.

Yaah toh uski mohabbat dede, yaah phir--- Tu, yeh bhi jaanta hai, ki mai isse aage kuch nahi keh sakhta, toh meri pukaar sun, mujhe Sahara dede.

Maine assman ko dekhte hue, bhigi aankhon ke saath sab kehne laga. Maine woh maanga, jiski mujhe zaroorat thi.

(You've loved, Samir, and what kind of love would it be if it came easily?

And I know, Allah, you're not so heartless that you can't see my tears.

You know that I love Sahara with a pure heart, so why are you testing me so much? Please, no more—I can't take it anymore.

Either grant me her love, or else...

You even know that I can't say anything beyond this, so please, hear my plea and give me Sahara.

I looked up at the sky, with tears in my eyes, and said everything that was in my heart. I asked for what I truly needed).

Taking one last look at her house, I got back into the car. I was lost in my thoughts when my bhabhi's call came through.

"Sahara is with you, Samir?" Her concerned voice came from the other end.

"No, Bhabhi, she's not with me, but she's at home," I said calmly.

"Oh, okay," she said with relief.

"And Samir, if possible, stay there until someone from the family arrives," Bhabhi requested.

"Even if you hadn't asked, Bhabhi, I would have stayed," I said with a smile.

"Thank you, Samir," she said before ending the call. I put my phone aside, took out a photo of Sahara from my wallet, and stared at her smiling face.

For the past seven years, I've started each day by looking at this picture. In my solitude, I would look at it. In happiness, I would look at it. Whenever I was confused, I would find solace in looking at it. And even when I cried missing her, I would look at this picture.

It felt like she was with me in every step I took, standing by my side as my support.

But now, her words have shattered all my hopes into pieces.

What should I do now? Who should I live for? Being separated from her, I realized that I can't live my life without her.

How could I even live—when she is my life.

My Allah, I don't know if I've done any good deeds in my life, but you are merciful, you are gracious. My Allah, have mercy on me, and give me Sahara.

I sat in the car, hands raised, and with teary eyes, I kept asking for her.

I was sitting on a chair, watching the woman who was engrossed in conversation with my sister-in-law. No matter how many prayers of gratitude I offer, they will never be enough. I had asked you to unite me with my love, and you did, Allah. Now, just grant me enough courage to talk to her, to tell her that this Tamir Nader has fallen in love with her.

For the past 15 days, I had longed just to see her, and now that she's in front of me, no matter how much I look at her, it doesn't seem enough. I had no idea that the woman I was searching for like a madman was actually my sister-in-law's best friend.

I was lost in watching her from afar. Uns bhabhi said something to Ezzeh, and she burst into laughter.

Uski hasi ke saamne toh yeh sajawat bhi phikhi hai.

Woh hase toh saraa jahan hase, woh muskurai toh mera chehra khil uthe.

Kuch toh baat hai usme, kyun jahan hum har kisi seh nazre churaake chalte hai, woh khamoshi seh nazre jhukake mera dil chura le gai.

Aur Aziz bhai neh bilkul sahi kaha tha, aurat behad khubsurat hoti hai, itni khubsurat ki,

Nazre mile, toh hathe na, aur agar Nazre jhuke, toh uthe na.

(Her laughter outshone even the decorations around us.

When she laughs, the whole world seems to laugh, and when she smiles, my face lights up.

There’s something about her—why is it that, in a world where I walk with my eyes down before everyone else, she silently lowered her gaze and stole my heart?

And Aziz bhai was absolutely right. Women are incredibly beautiful—so beautiful that, when your eyes meet hers, you can't look away, and if you lower your gaze, you can't raise it again).

I have nothing to say to her. I just want to keep watching her from afar.

If she wasn't destined for me, we wouldn't have met again. I have faith in that higher power. If she’s written in my fate, then I will have her. If not, then—no, My Allah will write her into my destiny. I tried to console myself.

And then Ezzeh, adjusting her dress with one hand and putting a gajra on her wrist with the other, began walking towards me, her eyes, as usual, were lowered. I stood up when I saw her, my heart was beating so fast that I couldn't even move from my spot.

She was so absorbed in adjusting the garland on her wrist that she hadn't even noticed me, and once again, we collided. This time, her garland fell.

Before Ezzeh could pick it up, I bent down and picked it up.

"Thank you—"

She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw me.

Neither of us had words, so we chose to communicate through our eyes.

Mai dunya ka sabse khubsurat nazaara dekh raha tha. Aur mujhe hairat us khuda ki kaarigari seh thi ki, usne auraton ko hein itna khubsurat kyun banaya hai? Itna ki har koi unke saamne jhukne peh majboor ho jaaye.

I was witnessing the most beautiful sight in the world. But I was also amazed at God's craftsmanship—how He created women to be so beautiful. So beautiful that anyone would feel compelled to bow before them.

"Mai madat kardu aapki, gajre pehen ne mein?" I started the conversation.

(Shall I help you put the garland on).

"Thank you, but I can manage," Ezzeh's voice was like a soothing medicine to my ears, but instead of healing me, it was making me feel even more restless.

"It's okay, I can put it on for you. Because I don't want you to bump into anyone else again, who isn't me." I said this calmly, but why did I say it? What is happening to me? Tamir, are you even in your senses? She’ll misunderstand you! I started explaining to my heart and mind.

Ezzeh looked at me in confusion, and even that looked cute to my poor heart.

"Tamir, she's going to slap you!" my mind warned.

"I—I mean, I—I’m sorry," I stuttered. Why do I stutter when I talk to her? I was feeling incredibly embarrassed right now.

"Do you have experience putting garlands on others?" Ezzeh asked with pointed gaze.

"No," I said nervously.

"But I can do it," I added before she could say anything else.

"Well, go ahead then," she said confidently, which surprised me but also won my heart.

"Sure" I said with a slight smile, while putting the garland on her right wrist and fastening the clasp. I was just about to put the second one on when someone called her name.

"I'm coming, Aunty!" Ezzeh said loudly and, without letting me put on the second garland, she started walking away, leaving me to stand here holding her gajra's in my hand.

After she left, it hit me—I spoke to her, she had spoken to me, we both spoke to each other! Now, where should I go to heal my heart? I need to drink some water, or my heart might stop, and with it, my breath too, with racing heart and holding her gajra's I went to drink some water.

"Aziz, listen, I forgot to tell you, after the event, Amira and Hassan will take Uns to her home for a few days," hearing Ammi's words, I was completely shocked.

"Wh-why?" I couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"What do you mean by why? It's her home, so of course she'll go," Ammi said casually, eating a piece of kebab, as if it were a normal thing.

"No one told me about this," I voiced my complaint.

"Well, I’m telling you now, so listen," Ammi said calmly, but I starting feeling restless here .

"This is not fair, Ammi. You should have told me earlier," I didn't know what was happening to me, but my mood was completely ruined.

"If I had told you earlier, you would have spent the entire event sulking like this, Aziz!" Ammi said firmly.

"But Ammi—"

"Are you going to drop Uns off, or should I ask Samir or Tamir to—"

"I am going!" I said and walked toward the stage where Uns was talking with Rasha.

With a sour mood, I stood in front of them. Rasha looked at me, and then Uns noticed me too.

"Bhabhi, I only had so much time to spend with you," Rasha taunted before getting up.

I just shot her a sharp look, but this madam didn’t care at all. Flipping her hair dramatically, she walked past me.

"What’s wrong, Nader?" Uns asked as I sat down beside her.

"You didn’t tell me you were leaving me to go to your parents house, Uns." I was sure Uns didn't know about it either.

"Yeah, I just found out a little while ago too, Nader," Uns said just as casually, as if it were no big deal. If this is such a normal thing, then why am I feeling so restless?

"Okay," was all I could manage to say.

"It's okay, Aziz, it's just a matter of two or three days. Besides, Uns is yours now, she’ll come back," I was reassuring myself.

Uns was silent for a while, and so was I, but my heart was racing like crazy. It’s just a matter of two days, Aziz. You can handle it. I kept giving myself false reassurances, even though I knew I couldn’t stay away from her.

The entire reception passed in silence. After the event, Aunt Amira, Uncle Hassan, and some close relatives sat in the hall talking, while I took Uns to the room.

"Pick out a nice abaya for me, Nader. I'll change and come," Uns said as soon as we entered the room, taking clothes out of the wardrobe to change.

Why are you in such a hurry to leave, Sweetheart? I had no idea what was happening to me all of a sudden.

I felt like locking the wardrobe and throwing the key away.

With a heavy heart, I walked toward it and started selecting an abaya for my wife. When my eyes fell on a few of them, a slight smile crept onto my face.

Some of Sweetheart’s abayas had daisy embroidery on the sleeves, while some were printed. I didn’t know whether I love daisies or she?

I picked out an abaya with daisy embroidery; it would look even better on Uns. Then I saw her phone lying on the nightstand, so I picked it up and placed it on the bed. I also grabbed her large purse, the one she always uses, and put it on the bed. Her hair clips were near the dressing table, so I gathered them and placed them in her purse, along with a few diamond sets and her favorite shades.

Next, I went to the shoe section and picked out a few heels. Black heels suits her well, but there was one issue. If something happened to her because of her clumsiness—I can’t afford the risk. So, I picked two to three shoes for safer option.

While I was gathering all these things, Uns came out of the washroom with wet hair.

Mera mann kam pareshaan tha ki woh aur karna chahati hai?

"Sweetheart, do you know what time it is? It’s 9 PM. If you leave your hair wet, you’ll get sick," I was less scolding her and more exposing my weakness.

"Nothing will happen, Nader," she replied casually, brushing her hair in front of the mirror.

"Are you really going?" I asked, moving closer and hugging her from behind.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my head on her shoulder.

"You’re looking cute, Nader," sweetheart said with a smile. No! She was using her weapon on me.

Can I let her go now?

"If I look that cute, then don’t go," I said, taking in the fragrance of her hair.

"What kind of logic is this, Nader?" she said, laughing.

"This is not fair, sweetheart. We had a deal—how can you forget it?" I tried to find another reason to stop her.

"What deal, Nader?" she asked, confused, as she continued brushing her hair. A few drops of water from her hair fell on my face, making me even more restless.

"That... we’ll... have... our... first k—"

"I never said that, Nader," she betrayed me in an instant.

"Uns?" I said in surprise.

"Nader!" she replied innocently.

"I’m not letting you go," I declared, sitting down on the bed.

"You’re acting like a little child right now. Get up and drop me off so I can sleep," Uns said nonchalantly as she started putting on the abaya.

"You’ll be able to sleep, sweetheart?" I asked, with a hint of taunt.

"Of course," she replied.

"Alright then." I didn’t know why I was getting upset with her.

I walked over to her, kissed her forehead, and grabbed her bag before heading to the door.

With a bad mood, I opened the door and waited for her to come.

"Only a forehead kiss?" Uns asked, walking toward me with a playful smile.

"Where else do you want it?" I began to feel a surge of hope.

Without saying anything, she walked even closer, and as I backed away in shyness, she closed the distance. What was happening to me? Why am I feeling shy?

"You tell me, where do you want to kiss, or should I decide?" This woman will be the end of me one day with her boldness.

"Um... wherever you want—"

Before I could finish, Uns leaned in, jumped slightly, and gave me a kiss on the neck. I was speechless. The words got stuck in my throat, and my face suddenly felt hot, like it was burning.

Before I could recover from the shock, she kissed my neck again.

I tried my best not to faint!

"I really like that mole of yours. Make sure your shirt’s first button doesn’t open at the office!" she threatened me playfully as she walked ahead, while I, Aziz Nader, the CEO, a husband, stood blushing like a shy kid.

What kind of woman is she? How do I face her now? Uns!!! I screamed her name internally.

I always thought I married an unromantic woman, but she’s even more romantic than me! How? I’m the one who reads romance books!

Taking a deep breath, calming my racing heart, and evening out my breathing, I checked if the first button of my shirt was open. It was. I unbuttoned the second one too, fixed my collar, and walked out after her, holding her bag in my hand.

Uns turned and looked at me, and I quickly averted my eyes from her.

Then I heard her laugh—it was directed at me and my state! And I couldn’t help but laugh at myself as well!

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It took me exactly one hour to reach Reza Mansion, when it usually takes me only half an hour. Uns complained about why I was driving so slowly, but my heart itself urged me to take my time.

The servant opened the gates, and I drove the car inside, stopping at the entrance of their house. I grabbed Uns's bag from the back seat, then opened the door for my sweetheart and extended my hand. She took my hand, stepped out of the car, and we walked towards the entrance together.

At the door stood Amira Aunty and Ezzeh. I greeted them, still holding Uns’s hand, and then we sat down on the couch.

"Where’s Sahara?" Uns asked Ezzeh, noticing her absence.

"She’s sleeping," Ezzeh replied.

After chatting with Aunty for a while, I stood up.

"Shall I leave now?" I whispered to Uns, who also got up as she looked at me.

"Yes," she said with a smile.

"Alright," my frustration started building again.

"Tumhe, bahar tak chod aaou?" she teased me.

(Should I walk you out?)

"Meher baani hogi, aapki," I said with, keeping my face straight.

(It would be kind of you).

Uns took my hand and walked ahead, while I followed her with slow steps.

When we reached the car, she opened the door for me. She just opened the door, but my shameless heart started to flutter.

"Get in now," her voice interrupted my thoughts, and the realization that I would have to stay away from her again ruined my entire mood.

Without saying anything, just as I was about to sit down, Uns's voice caught my attention again.

"Aur Nader... yeh buttons sirf room mein hein khulne chahiye, bahar khule, toh Sweetheart ka naya version dekhoge," she warned me with firmness as she started buttoning my shirt again.

(And Nader... these buttons should only be undone in the room. If they're open outside, you'll see a whole new version of Sweetheart).

I was torn between whether to laugh, feel shy, or be scared. I was so confused about what to feel.

Jii, begum," I lowered my gaze and muttered softly.

"You're forgetting one more thing, Nader," she said sternly once again.

"What?" I asked, feeling puzzled.

"Don't you know?" She was starting to get annoyed, and this time, I knew the reason for her anger.

So, I placed my hands on her waist, pulling her closer. I leaned down slightly and kissed her forehead, then gave her another light kiss on her both cheeks before finally getting into the car.

"Be careful while going, Nader," She said with concern.

"As long as your prayers are with me, nothing will happen to me, Sweetheart," I replied with a smile as I drove the car out of the gate.

I was recalling the moments between Sweetheart and me when I suddenly saw Samir’s nameplate at the back of Reza Mansion.

I pulled the car to the side, and as I looked out the window, there was Samir, with his arms folded over his chest, sleeping deeply.

This guy is going to kill me someday. How can someone be so careless? What would I do if something happened to him?

I grabbed my phone and called him, and within seconds, he woke up, being startled.

When he saw me, Samir dropped his phone in shock.

"Bhatakti aatma ki tarah kyun khad rahe ho?" he asked, placing his hand over his chest.

(Why are you standing here like a lost ghost?)

"Agar tum, zinda laash ki tarah yuhn soge toh, koi bhi aise hein khade ga!" I taunted him in response.

(If you sleep like a dead body, anyone would stand there like this!)

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Let's talk at home," Samir replied.

So, we both got into our cars and started driving home.

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