Zoya's POV:

I was sprawled on the bed with my feet facing the ceiling. Atif Aslam's Dil Diyan Gallan was playing in the back. The day was going so slow. I didn't like the end of weekends. You are dreading the next day already and you can't start something new either. Ajeeb Bakwas. Rubab was studying for her exams and Misha had gone to get her dress fitted. This was so boring.

Should I call up one of the boys? It's been a while since I have met them all. Saad was still mad at me for my impromptu trip to Lahore and he was still abroad. If I ask Danish or Zain to hang out, Saad will get petty and that will mean another baseless fight. That idea doesn't look like it will work out. What else is there?

"I AM SO BORED, I NEED THRILL IN MY LIFE!" I huffed as I got up. "Should I order food? Nah, that's no fun. I wonder if the next part of the Fifty Shades series came out. No, wait, should I prank call someone?" I felt new life breath into me. Maza ayega. Let's check the unknown numbers in my contact list. I really need to start saving names. Prank calling is always fun. Safe and thrilling.

Let's see, there are seven unsaved numbers in my phone log. I have no idea who they belong to. Hmmm, should I call the first one? Nah, that's too basic. Let's call the middle number. Now then, where is my other phone? I jumped off from the bed and started looking around. Last I checked, I put it in some drawer of the mahogany cupboard. It should still be there. I did a little dance as I went to the cupboard. This is so exciting. I haven't prank called in months. I wonder if I still have that talent in me.

Well, where are you, Nokia? Come out, come out wherever you are. THERE YOU ARE. MY PRECIOSA. MY ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE DAY. I took out the Nokia phone and turned it on. My previous number was still in this but I am sure none of those numbers had that. This was going to be so fun. I hope it has enough balance to make calls. Alright, let's do this. I copied the number from my current phone to the Nokia and called it.

The person picked up on the second bell.

"Hello?" A woman spoke up. Ugh, how unexciting. I didn't want to talk to a lady. It was always better with men. They were easier to mess around. More curiosity came out of them. I hung up in annoyance when I heard her second 'hello?' I looked at the number below hers. It looked interested. There were so many zeros in it. Let's go with that then.

The person picked up on the fourth bell. "Gee kon?" The voice was awfully soothing yet powerful. A man. Hell yeah, now we are talking. He already sounded annoyed. How should I screw with him? There was the sound of light music in the back. Sounded like a familiar Qawali. I couldn't remember which one but it was a famous one though.

"Menay poucha hai kon baat kar raha hai. (I asked who is speaking.)" I felt goosebumps at the authority in his tone. Damn, pissing him off is going to be so amusing. I quickly tried to come up with a counter.

"Dekhen meri baat sunen, (Look, listen to me,)" I interjected and brought out my most sultry voice. I couldn't speak in my real voice now could I? What if it is someone I know? Should I act cheap with him or outright blunt? How about both? I suppressed my giggle as I said my next words. "Mujhe apse bohat zaroori dil ki baat karni hai. (I have to talk to you about something really important.)"

"How did you get my number?" He sounded genuinely annoyed. Shit, he probably figured out I was pranking him.

"Mere khawab men aya tha. (It came in my dream.)" I tried my best to control my laugh when I heard him sigh.

"Men phone band karne laga hun. (I am going to hang up.)" He replied monotonously. Oh Hell Nah. Abhi tou maza ana shuru howa. (The fun just started)

"Bohat bari galti karogay zindagi yeh kar ke. Apko andaza nahi men kon hun. (You are making a big mistake. You don't know who I am.)" The words left my mouth before I could prevent it.

"Tou poucha tou tha ke kon ho, apne konsa jawab de diya hai. (I did ask you who you were, you didn't tell me.)" Well he had a point. I shrugged as I nodded as if he could see that. I had made an observation. He was awfully polite for a guy who was this annoyed. I could tell he was holding back.

"Men woh hun jo apke dil men basti hai. (I am the one who resides in your heart.)" This time I couldn't control my laugh and a few giggles escaped. He didn't respond for a few seconds so I thought he had finally hung up on me. "Hello?"

"Ap woh kabhi nahi hosakti. Us jaisi bas aik hi hai dunya men. (You can never be her. There is only one like her in this entire world.)" His intensity made me forget about my fake voice and I let my real voice seep through.

"Hain yeh kon hai? (Huh, who is this person?)" The sultry voice was long gone because curiosity got the better of me. I had expected him to hang up but he was suddenly more interested in talking to me now.

"Meri jaan hai woh. (She is my life.)" His voice started sounding familiar now that he was paying attention to me. I felt the hair on my arms rise. I envied his devotion to her. He seemed genuinely serious when talking about her.

"Tou agar woh itni pyari hai tou us se baat kyun nahi kar rahay? (If she is so precious, why aren't you talking to her?)" I couldn't exactly remember whose voice it was. Perhaps a family friend or old classmate?

"Kar tou raha hun. Apni Anushay se baat kar raha hun. (I already am. I am talking to my Anushay.)" The phone almost slipped from my hand as the colour completely drained from my face. So that is where I knew the voice from. There was only one like it. How did I not guess sooner? It was the one and only, Kamran Khan Narejo. "Mujhe nahi pata tha apke pas mera number para hai. Yeh kiski sim se call kar rahi ho ap? Yeh apka asal number nahi hai. (I didn't know you had my number. Whose sim are you calling from? This isn't your original number.)"

The shock had completely made my mind numb. How did he know this wasn't my real number? Nevermind this is Kamran we are talking about. The man was like a hell hound. He can sniff things out. I swear at times, Ibraheem seems the sanest out of the crazy lot. Should I just hang up? Break my phone and flush it down the toilet? I didn't know what to say. What were the odds? Why do we keep clashing?

"Zoya? Hello? Kidher chali gayi ho? (Where did you go?)" I should definitely hang up. "I know what you are about to do. Don't hang up on me. You were right about what you said before." He turned off the Qawali so I could hear him even more clearly. That just heightened my stress levels.

"What about, Kamran?" My heart was thumping in my head. He knew how to hold my attention and focus.

"Ap waqaye woh ho jo mere dil men basti hai. (You are really the one who resides in my heart.)" He said the words so calmly but it left my face burning with embarrassment. Crap, why did I had to go ahead and say it? So stupid. "But wait, if you didn't know it was me when you were calling, why were you saying that to a random person?" His stern authoritative voice from before was back and I am not going to lie, it was hot even in this situation. Was I finally losing it? This is Kamran Narejo I am talking to.

"Uh, I was just messing around." I couldn't tell him I was prank calling, I feel like I would not hear the end of it. But a part of me wanted to see his reaction when I did that. I was a conflicted human being. All the trauma in my life had finally made me lose it.

"Messing around? By calling a random person and telling them you belong in their heart?" I felt my face burn even more than before. This time I was actually blushing at how sexy he sounded. I enjoyed the annoyance in his voice. Even in this messed up situation, it was so attractive. I wanted to push him some more.

"Oh yeah, I do that at times. You know when I am bored." I twirled strand of hair around my finger as I waited for his reply. "It gives me the thrill." I don't know where this brand new wave of confidence was coming from but somehow, I really wanted to piss Kamran off.

"You want thrill? Is that it? Shall I give you some then? I will give you whatever you want." There wasn't a hint of humor in his voice. He looked like he meant it. I gulped. Shit, this was so fun. I wanted to push him further.

"No need. I have five other men I plan to call after you. I am sure they will keep me entertained. It's no fun if I know you." Well then, what are you going to say now, Kamran?

"Zoya Ali. Careful with your words. I am holding back because you haven't been well lately." I felt my heart skip a beat. Was I crazy for finding this attractive?

"Oh, really? How nice of you to be concerned. Are you forgetting you are the reason I was like that?" There was a pause.

"I know but I will make it up to you. I will bring you all the happiness and peace in the world. But don't change the subject. You will not be calling anyone after this. Just talk to me."

"What if I want to talk to them?"

"There are a lot of things I want to do too. One is coming to your house and hugging you for all the years we have missed out on but I am holding back. Should we just do the things we want then? Whatever you say, we will do that." Damn it, he was good. It was so odd. I wasn't used to this side of him.

"No, it's okay. We can hold back our 'wants'." I emphasized on the last word as I waited for him to reply. I heard a chuckle which sent shivers down my spine. A Kamran Khan Narejo who laughs? A huge part of me wanted to see that.

"I wonder how long we can hold back though. Mostly me. Get well soon, Zoya. I really miss you." His words left me speechless again. How was he so blunt and forward? I had to think of replies.

"Are you expecting me to say I miss you too?" I joked to ease the tension in the air.

"No, but don't worry, a time for that will come too. I am a patient man, Zoya. I have waited 14 years. This is nothing to me. There is only you for me after all."

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum Lovelies!

I was feeling slightly better so I decided to give you all a special treat. I tried making the chapter as long as I could. Thank you to everyone who wished me a speedy recovery. I have been doing better Alhamdulilah. I can't tell you guys how much I missed you and your comments.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. It will take me a while to get back into the same writing routine but I will try my best to get back into the game soon.