Zara's POV

He brushes his thumb onto my right cheek and that's when tangibility hits me. I slapdash flicker open my eyes. And the first thing I notice is the white peel of flour on his thumb which he has just moved away from my face. I recklessly get up from where I was seated. What I was even thinking? It was like I was melting under his touch, unable to utilize my perceptions altogether. Why I was feeling that way? I am so silly actually to act like that way in front of him.

I peek at him with my side eyes to find him looking at me with his lips curl up in a smirk.  How will I face him again? I am sure my face is burning red right now.

That smirk! I clearly know what does it means. Shit!

"Ma'am you can stop making it, the other workers have come. "

At that time, I am grateful to the maid for pulling me out of this awkward situation. I take a glance at him standing in front of the wall, with his back statured on it and his arms cross on his chest. He is staring at me with the same stupid smirk and an amusing expression on his face.

"Okay, then do it quickly and let me know when it's done. I will be in....Where will I be?" I don't even realize I have spoken up my thoughts too. Why I am getting embarrassed? Think of a way, Zara, and get out of here. I hear him chuckle at this. Can he just get out instead?

"I will be in the lawn, yes," I say quickly gesturing her with the help of my hand and rush out.

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I stare at the brown wooden orphanage building seated in front of me. I have never come here. If I remember correctly, it is not exclusively owned by Dad. He only used to do its fundraisings. This orphanage is owned by a woman I guess. I get out of the car by ordering the driver to take out the food and stuff from the back of th car. 

I knock the wooden door with my knuckles slightly. The dazzling sunlight is exactly pouring onto me. I knock again, this time, a little more hard when I hear footsteps approaching near to me. After a while, a middle-aged woman with a bright smile opens the gate. Her brown hair is folded into a bun with some greyish white streaks adorning her hair more. She has freckles on her milky white skin. She is wearing a long dark brown skirt coming down to her heels with a mustard top. On her head, she is wearing a bandanna that is folded around the front of her head just above her forehead. She doesn't look like Pakistani to me.  She looks at me with a confused look, not getting to remember who I am.

"Assalam o Alaikum! I am Zara, the daughter of Khawar Baig who had been doing the fundraising of this orphanage," I introduce myself with a soft smile.

"Oh, you are a Master's daughter. I am really sorry for what has happened to him. He is like the father of the children here. We have such a big loss," she speaks with tears glistening in her eyes.

I hug her when she starts getting more emotional.

"What brings you here, daughter? " she asks while wiping her face.

"Today is the anniversary, right? So I gave came here to spend time with the children just like Dad used to do."

A wandering tear leaves my eye at the mere talk of him. I am missing him so much. Why he has left me like that? She nods her head in the reply.

"Can I know your name?" I ask.

"My name is Elizabeth, I have come here from London a decade ago and I am the owner of this orphanage. I solely take care of the children here," she explains. I am amazed by how well she speaks Urdu despite not being a Muslim or belonging from Pakistan.

"Come inside. I'll show you to the children, " she speaks with a smile on her face.

"Sure, " I say as I stride over the threshold.

I walk towards the orphanage, and in the distance, I can see a foggy picture of a blue sky position over an even bluer swimming pool. There is a glamorous little grassland with red hibiscus flowers and a lustrous dark green leaves on the trees. A tabby kitten with green eyes and white paws groom itself under its shade. I can hear the laughter of children coming through open windows. The red roses cultivating in a row along a fence catch my attention. I stroll towards the fence and sit on my toes near it. I touch the softness of flowers with my fingers. I love roses and these roses remind me of the same flowers which Dad has gifted me on my last birthday.

"These roses are grown here by Master on the birthday of Shiza. She loves roses," Elizabeth says.

"Who is Shiza?" I turn to her with a questionable look.

"She is the child who lives with us. Master himself brought her here two years ago. He regarded her so much," she explains.

"And he used to say that she resembles his daughter so much and today I agree she is just like you. She is really the little version of you, "

"Really?" I ask as I let out a laugh.

She nods her head.

I dust off my hands as I stand up again. Now I really want to meet her. I walk calmly on the white tiled path leading us to the front door.

Once we make it to the front door, Elizebath press a small white circle present on its side. It makes a screeching sound. When we enter inside the main hall, I see many children running here and there, playing and some are just idly sitting with toys in their hands. Some of them look at me, stop what they were doing and smile before running back again. I smile at the sight of this. These kids are looking so happy and carefree. Not like the usual image of orphans with malnourished figures. They are really well brought up by Elizebath.

"Do you manage all of this alone?" I ask her.

"Yes, it's like a duty for me. I consider these children as my own. I was born an orphan and I know the hardships of being like this so I vow to serve my life for these kids. And your father was like an angel sent by God to me. He has helped me build this orphanage. He was looking for some trusts to give the funds and luckily he had got to know mine. So that's how it all has started," she explains.

I am smiling the whole time. How can a selfless person like him do anything bad to his own family?

"So now you meet with the children and you have to stay with us today at the ceremony. I will go and check some arrangements. If you need anything, you can call me. That's my office," she points to a door on the left side. I nod my head in the answer.

I feel overwhelmed by so many children staring at me with deep gazes, some have smiles on their face or some has astounded looks.

"Hello, kids!" I say in a soft tone when Elizebath leaves.

They look at me with awe. I pinch the cheek of a chubby little boy at which he slightly giggles. Oh, God! They are so cute. A small girl walks towards me and forwards her little arm in my direction. I smile at her cute attempt and held her small hand.

"Who are you?" A blonde curly-haired girl asked me, whose face is covered with the chocolate she is eating.

"I am your Master's daughter. You can call me Zara," I say as I bend down to her level and ruffles her hair.

"You are so beautiful. Can we become friends?" She asks me with a pout. I laugh at this. She is so cute.

"Of course," I kiss on her cheek.

"And I have brought gifts for all of you, " I announce as I get up again.

They all hoot in the response. Why children are so cute? 

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My gaze goes to a small girl probably five to six years old, sitting at the corner of the hall on a bench alone with her hand resting on her chin. I have been seeing her in the same position since I have come here. She hasn't even played with anyone. I give the remaining gifts to the children and walk towards her. She is wearing a pink skirt with a wing behind it. I smile when I see a small pink stick place on the side.

"Hi, fairy! Why you are sitting alone?" I ask as I sit next to her.

She turns her face to me and looks at me with pouty lips.

"Today is my birthday," she says after a while placing both of her hands under her chin.

"Aww happy birthday. And why you sad on your birthday? " I ask as I caress her cheeks.

"Everyone has wished me except Master. He doesn't even come to meet me. I am angry with him. I won't talk to him," she says with a pout.

She is so innocent. I hug her from the side.

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"Shiza."

Oh, so she is Shiza. That's why she seems so attached to Dad.

"So Shiza, your master has to complete an important work so he has sent me to wish birthday to you and give you a gift."

She suddenly turns towards me with widen eyes having a hint of shock in them.

"Ta-da!" I take out a rose flower and forward it to her. The shock in her eyes gets more enhanced.

"You are really sent by Master. He knows I like red roses," she says with astound and takes the flower from my hand.

"Yes, fairy," I pinch her cheek.

"You are also a fairy who is sent by Master but..." She stops and looks at me deeply.

"But?" I ask.

"You are beautiful like a princess so you are a princess. Can I call you princess?" Her black eyes are glistening. I smile at this. She is so adorable.

"You can call me whatever you want, fairy!" I kiss her cheek.

"So I will be calling you princess," she says as she is declaring this. I smile as I hug her again.

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Shiza is really different than other kids. She takes me to her room where now she is showing me her toys and books. She even studies too.

"This is the doll which Master has given me on my last birthday, " she takes out a beautiful doll from her bag.

"Princess, tell him that I miss him so much. If you will tell him he will come to meet me too," she says while holding my hand.

"I will tell him," I reply while ruffling her hair. If only I can meet him again!

"Shiza, come and cut your cake," Elizebath announces after coming in the ybe room.

"Sorry if she is disturbing you, she is just like that," she mumbles with an apologetic tone.

"Not at all. She is really cute, " I say as I shake my head in denial.

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"Here is the gift from me, " I forward her the box after she has cut her cake.

"Thank you, princess," she chimes as she opens the gift. Her eyes glistened to see the dollhouse inside it.

"That's the house for your doll, " I say as I caress her cheek.

"I have gurya and her house. Now I want gudda too," she says with a pout at which I laugh. She i so cute.

"I will give you next time, " I reply.

"But you are a princess too. You must have a prince. Where is your prince?" She asks.

"What?" I ask as I laugh slightly at her dumbness.

"He is your prince, right? He is so handsome," she exclaims while looking behind me.

I follow her gaze and turn around to get shocked. What is he doing here? How does he know that I am here?

"You are her prince?" Shiza asks him as he bends down to her level. He looks at me after that with a smile adorning his face.

"Yes I am her prince," he says as he ruffles her hair.

I look at him with astound. What the heck he has just said?

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Salam guys! How are you? I am back with another update. Do you like it? And who do you think has come in the end? Do you have any guess? Then comment it down and don't forget to vote. Allah Hafiz.😘

I don't know what has happened. Wattpad itself had unpublished this chapter when I went offline for a while after publishing it. So the chapter is not delayed, I had published it on time but I dunno why Wattpad has done this.