Old ways won't open new doors.
Z A Y N A
It had been 1 week, Zayna got discharged from the hospital. She was recovering fastly not because of the medicine's but also because of the love and care she is getting. To be honest, she was feeling blessed. Zohra was taking care of her like her own daughter, while sometimes she got death glares from Faaezah just because she didn't want to have her medicine. Nayab was her gossip partner. The duo had gotten so close.
In this period of time, she didn't have any interaction with Aahil nor did with Haris. Or she doesn't want to face them. But the thought of their divorce was killing her inside. She knew that she couldn't forget him so easily, he had made his special place in her heart and mind but now she doesn't want to be in this relationship.
She had realized they are not meant for each other, or do they?
It was the middle of night, she wasn't sleepy so she decided to roam in the garden. She was sitting on the swing and looking at the sky which was twinkling with the stars. She closed her eyes, she felt someone's presence around her. She didn't open her eyes. She knew it was him. She has been used to that aura and that aura was screaming it was him.
She felt him sitting beside her, she opened her eyes and moved her gaze to him. Her breath hitched when she saw him already looking at her. His eyes were sore and it seemed like he hadn't slept for days. His face had lost all his colors. Her heart clenched seeing him like this.
"Our divorce paper is ready."
Aahil said softly, gazing at her. Zayna felt some tears pricking in her eyes. She was fast enough to wipe those but unfortunately Aahil had noticed it. Zayna looked at him and nodded.
"Are we really going to be separated?"
He questioned her, his voice was having a pain and zayna had noticed it. Zayna looked in his eyes. Wallahi! She missed his eyes, she missed looking in his eyes.
His eyes were her favorite sight.
"Do we have another option rather than this?"
She replied, clearing her throat.
"Can't we give us a chance?"
Aahil said with a hope, Zayna looked at him and scanned his face and chuckled bitterly.
"There is no chance for us, Aahil."
She said Aahil was trying hard not to lose his control but the woman was testing his patience.
"I'm not going to divorce you."
He said, his voice was firm. Zayna looked at him with an unbelievable look.
"What are you saying? I think you are forgetting our deal."
Zayna said, rolling her eyes.
"There was no deal between us."
Aahil said gazing at her, she shivered under his gaze. His towering and dominant personality was making her weak.
"What? But you said that you will divorce me until I get better."
Zayna said not understanding his words.
"That was a lie."
Aahil said, shrugging his shoulders, Zayna was now angry at him, she glared at him.
"How could you do this Aahil? I'm a human not a doll whom you can use for your benefits. I want a divorce and that's final."
Aahil was getting angry by listening to her words. He looked at her and glared at her dangerously while pulling closer to him. His one hand was on her waist and one was caressing her cheeks. Her both hands were on his shoulder. Their faces were a few inches apart.
"Used you? Did you even know the meaning of this word 'use'. When did I use you? What was my benifit in marrying you? Tell me? Where was my benefit? Or when does i used you?"
He said dangerously, his voice was deep, his eyes were dark. She shivered under his hold.
"And now listen to one thing very carefully, I'm not going to divorce at any cost. You are my wife and you will be my only wife till my death. I hope you got this Zayna Aahil Sultan."
He said whispering in her ear, he could hear her heartbeat, her heart was beating fast because of their close proximity. Zayna averted her gaze and looked in his eyes.
Her red eyes looked in his sore eyes.
"You were not like this, Zayna."
He whispers softly, zayna looks at him, her eyes are teary. Her heart clenched listening to 'Zayna' instead of 'Ayna' from him.
"Like what?"
She asked him coldly, without any emotion hovering over her. Aahil looked at her, his finger caressing her cheek. Zayna closed her eyes, feeling his touch. His touch was making her weak. He tightened his hold on her waist. He wiped the corner of her eye. He leaned closer to her and kissed her earlobe, her heart raced. He moved backwards and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed. He again leaned closer and kissed her forehead.
She gulped at their closeness, but she was feeling safe in his warmth. She looked at him, she wasn't able to handle this anymore. His warmth, his touch was making her weak and she didn't want to be weak.
She pulled herself from his hold and got up from the swing. She looked at his face for the last time before leaving.
He sat there and took a deep breath.
What was happening to him?
He was feeling something which he hadn't felt before. His heart was at peace when he had held her.
He was sure that he can't let her go, he needed her to sane his mind. Aur shayad usse thora aur waqt chaiye ye ehsaas hone ke liye vo usse mohabbat karta hai.
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H A R I S -
He wiped those tears which were falling from his eyes. He was broken, helpless. His sister is not talking with him, his brother is missing, what can he do? He looked at the sky and took a deep breath.
"Allah is with those who are patient."
A familiar voice shrieked him, he turned his face and saw her standing beside him. He was mesmerized by her beauty, a white color hijab loosely wrapped around her head. Her face was glowing under the moonlight, her baby green eyes were shimmering.
His heart skips a beat, he turns her face, wiping his tears. Nayab gently squeezed her hand with his.
"Zayna appi is hurt, she needs time to accept you are her brother. Give her time haris, Allah pe aitbaar rakhiye, sab acha hi hoga."
She said softly looking at him, Haris nodded with a few tears falling from his eyes. She cupped his cheeks, he looked at her.
Their hearts were beating loud, telling them to step further. He placed his hand on his waist and pulled her closer. She landed on his chest. Her both hands were on his shoulder for support.
He traced his finger on her lower lip, she looked in his brown orbs. Her heart skipped its beat while he asked for a step further. She didn't realize when she blinked her eyes giving him permission.
Within a blink, he placed his lips on hers, she froze in her place, for them it was a meeting of the sea with its shore. The kiss was filled with love, care, respect, passion and a fear of losing each other.
He pulled his lips from hers and looked at her, her skin went crimson red. He gently stroked her hairs, she closed her eyes feeling his touch.
He leaned closer to her and kissed her cheekbone, she opened her eyes and saw him looking at her lovingly, she bit back a smile, he chuckled seeing her flustered state. He removed the hijab from her head and placed it on the table and lifted her in his arms and placed her on the bed. Her heart was thudding, he moved forward and kissed her forehead.
"Sleep, my love, it's too late."
He whispers in her ear, Nayab pouts cutely, she is thinking about their intimate moments. Haris chuckled at her.
"I know what you are thinking in that small brain of yours, we will not do it until you're independent."
He said caressing her hair, Nayab's eyes widened when he told her about what she was thinking. He lays on the bed beside her, she puts her head on his cheeks. He placed her hands on her waist.
It took her 5 minutes to sleep in his arms, she was feeling safe in his arms. He glanced at her and thanked his creator for giving her to him.
He looked at her, the way she needed to be looked at like the whole world could crumble but he wouldn't blink.
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