Zara's POV

I slowly knock on the wooden brown door. The dandelion sunlight is peeking through the glassy window's grooves, falling right on my face, disturbing me to turn my face away. I sigh after finding no answer from inside. This time, I knock more hardly. How will I say this to him? He will get mad at me, I know for sure. Today is a holiday and from what I have seen, he always goes to the private office room in the house. And he doesn't like anyone to disturb him during that.

I push the door slightly when a low come in gets into my hearing. He doesn't look up at me instead his fingers continue moving in sync on the keyboard of the laptop. I have never come here before. In front of him, there are many white papers scatter on the table. The veins in his hands are popping out due to typing.

"What brings you here?" He asks, his eyes still on the laptop.

"I have to tell you something, " I reply after a while.

"What is it? Say it quickly and leave. I am busy, " he retorts with a frown.

He can't even talk softly. Arrogant! Jerk!

"Actually I have lost the keys of your car the last day and it's still..."

"You have done what?" He asks still not looking at me.

"I was saying that the keys of that car have got stolen and will you do something to gain its duplicate key?" I spat the whole thing in one breath.

"I'll see to it. You may go now, " he says after a while still no panic in his voice. I look at him in astonishment. I was thinking he will make a fuss for it.

"Are you sure?" I blurt without thinking.

He finally looks at me with confusion in his eyes.

"What?" He asks raising a brow.

"I mean are you not mad?.....no, no, no nothing. Just do your work. I am going. " I rush out of the room, and with a slam, I shut the door. What I was just doing? The words were getting slipped by my tongue without me knowing. I would have looked like a fool a while ago.

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I turn the tv off after going through all the channels, not finding something interesting to watch. I put the empty bowl of chips on the table and lean back on the couch's back and close my eyes. I am missing my phone. Thinking of the phone, I remember I still have the debt of that airhead, more like he has forced it on me. I should give it back to him. And for this, I have to go to his house. I groan at the thought of it. I will kill him if he won't take it this time. Moreover, I also want to dig more into Dad's matter. I believe there is something which I don't know and Mr. Wajahat is the only person who can help me with this.

I get up from the couch and am about to open the door when it itself gets open revealing Armaan. He looks at me up and down in perplexity.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"I..I am going to see Aila, " I reply with a nervous smile after thinking of an excuse. He nods in the response and walks ahead.

"Listen. "

I stop in my track when he calls me again. I turn around to face him. He searches something in his pocket and after a while, he comes out with a phone in his hand.

"This is for you." He says while forwarding the phone towards me.

"No, I don't need it, " I reply nervously, and unknowingly I walk some steps back.

He sighs and grab my hand and put the phone on my palm.

"Just take it and no more questions, " he says while his hand still on top of mine. He smiles and strolls away not giving me a chance to thank him. I dumbfoundedly stare at the new branded phone which I was missing badly and then on my hand which still has the warmth of his hand. Unknowingly a smile creeps on my lips. Suddenly my senses get back. I can't be falling for him. This can't happen. I can never fall for a jerk like him. I was about to throw the phone on the table when he appears again causing me to stop my hand right there. I clench the phone in my hand while rushing away without looking back at him.

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"I am so sorry Uncle, I shouldn't have talked to you like that. It's because I got really shocked after knowing this so..." I say apologetically while playing with the hem of my shirt.

"It's okay daughter, I can understand this. To be honest, I would have done the same may be worse if I had to suffer something like this. So your reaction is not odd, its justified," Mr. Wajahat replies with an assuring smile.

"I would really like to get more deeply into this case. I am sure he can't do this or if he has done, then he certainly had a reason to do so," I continue.

"Can you help me in this regard, Uncle?"

He sighs while running his hands on his face disappointedly.

"Sorry Zara, I really can't do anything. I can't even tell you who was the executor of his will. But there is a way," he stops deliberately.

"What is it?" I ask with a ray of hope in my eyes.

"You yourself can go to the respective court and ask for the information. I think they can give you this but the biggest problem is you are not the deceased's real daughter but there is no bad in trying, right?"

I nod my head while grabbing whatever he has said. I will do anything to find out about this. I am sure my Dad has not betrayed me. There would be some reason behind this which I will get to know whatever it costs. I thank Mr. Wajahat and gets out of his room.

"I knew it that we will meet again, " a familiar voice comes into my hearing. I turn behind to find the same stupid guy again smiling at me with his arms cross on his chest. I totally forget about him.

"How are you?" He asks while strolling towards him. I roll my eyes while taking out the money envelope from my bag.

"You know what, I was having a serious feeling that I will see you again and here you are..."

I thrust the envelope on his hand.

"Thank you so much for your help, Mister... whatever your name is and I hope we won't meet again," I can't believe I forget his name.

"You even forget my name, Zara? This is so cruel, " he says while putting a hand on his chest faking pain. Why he is so dumb? I twirl my eyes and walk away.

"By the way, my name is Shaiq and I have a gut feeling we will meet again, " he shouts making me chuckle.

"Stupid!" I mumble and rush towards the car after spotting it.

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I look up promptly when the car stops with a jerk causing me to bend forward. I look cluelessly at the driver who is trying to start the car but all in vain.

"What happens?" I ask when the car starts getting more jerk.

"I think there is a problem. I'll go check it, Madam, " he replies and gets out of the car. He opens the bonnet and starts looking at it. After a while, he comes back to my side.

"I am sorry, the engine has heated up. It will take a little time to get back. I will try to repair it as soon as possible, " he explains apologetically.

"It's fine, I'll wait, " I reply.

After he has stridden back to the front of the car, I lean back to the back of the seat while playing with my fingers. At that moment, I notice the phone on my lap. I lift it up and open it. To my surprise, he has even retrieved my older sim. Should I keep it or not? What if he has any motive for being this nice to me lately. I can't even imagine falling for someone like him, most importantly who is already taken. I can't do that. I should control my feelings prior to it's too late. I can't let another one take advantage of me now. I will give this phone back to him.

I am in my thoughts when someone knocks on the car's glassy window. I peek through the slits and by the look of the person, my eyes gleam in happiness.

"What happens to your car?" Aila asks me while wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"It has broken down," I reply while shrugging my shoulders.

She pouts in disappointment and pulls her hair to one side due to heat outside. And that is the moment, I notice that she has purple-dyed hair now. I look at her with shock and surprise. It's too much Aila. How elegant she is looking with this hair.

"I will drop you. Come out quickly, " she says.

That's a good idea. At least better than to wait for the car to start again. I get out of the car and now I realize why Aila is so flooded with sweats.

"Come, come! I also have to discuss something to you, " she says quickly and points towards her car. I tell the driver that I am going with her prior to sitting in her car.

"First of all tell me what have you done to your hair?" I ask after she begins to drive. She turns her face towards me with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

"Are they looking bad? I have told that stupid beautician to highlight the purple streaks but instead, she dyed my whole hair purple, " she replies punching on the steering.

"No, they are good but aren't suiting you," I say while holding a chuckle.

She glances back at me with dismay. Her eyes widen as she will cry at any moment. I laugh hard at that earning a smack on my head from her.

"I was kidding. You are looking really pretty." I retort with a smile.

"Liar. I know I am looking worst. I will kill that beautician for doing this to my beautiful hair, "

"You aren't. Ask this to anyone. You are looking really beautiful accidentally, " I wink at her while emphasizing on accidentally.

She glares at me at which I again laugh hard. She is so cute.

"By the way, what you want to talk about?" I ask after getting serious.

"Your admission fee. The last date for submission is today and we have got only twenty minutes, " she replies calmly.

But from where I will bring this money? I have nothing now.

"Aila, I don't feel like study anymore so...."

"What? Has your husband said anything? I will talk to him. How can he do this?" She interrupts me while bringing out her phone? Silly girl. I facepalm myself.

"No, he didn't say anything. Don't call him," I snatch the phone from her hand.

"It's me who doesn't want it anymore, "

"Do you think I will believe you. I am not listening to anything. We are going to your university now, " she announces.

"I don't have money right now Aila, how will we.."

"I have, " she says with a victory smile.

Ahh, this girl!

"Now zip your mouth otherwise I will really ask him. I am sure he has told it to you, "

I don't reply to her instead grab my head in disappointment. I hate you, Aila.

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