Shaiq's POV

I stop the car in front of Zainab's house. It's already getting dark. I can't believe we have been out for a whole day. I divert my gaze back to Zainab. Her eyes are arching down as she is slamming her both hands with each other. If she isn't fidgeting her hands, I may have a false idea that she is sleeping.

"You okay, Zainab?" I softly ask her.

She looks up at me and nods her head frantically.

"Don't engage with anyone in your house and just go to sleep. I will meet you tomorrow, okay?" I advise her.

"And, " I turn her face towards me and wipe the already wet face of her with my hand, "go inside with a smile otherwise your family will think I have made you cry, " I chuckle in the end.

"You can never make me cry, Shaiq," she says with a weary smile.

I smile back at her. How much hurt she is! If only I have any way to get that smile back to her face and erase every sorrow from her life.

"Because you always bring a smile to my face."

I pat the side of her face slowly with my hand.

And I will be doing it always, Zainab. Because you are the light of my life.

"Thanks, Shaiq," it is like a whisper but in this stillness of the surrounding, I can easily hear it.

"Not only for today but for always staying with me. I don't know what will happen to me if you weren't with me today. I may have already died because of that acc..."

"Zainab. Stop already. Do you have an idea what are you saying?" I yell at the top of my lungs.

I leave a deep sigh when I realize I have just yelled at her. I look back at her who is staring at me with teary eyes.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you," I take her hand in mine, "stop being pessimistic, Zainab. You have a long way to go. Sometimes what we want is just not good for us and by testing like this, Allah always knows what is best for us. And you don't have to thank me or whatsoever because I will always be there for you."

"Anyways I want a big tight smile on your face, now at this time," I assert.

"Zaini, smile, " I chuckle as I shake her both shoulders.

Strangely, she let out a small laugh as she hits my arm.

"You can never change. You idiot, you moron. If you call me by this name once more, I'll kill you," she warns me, a smile still plying on her lips.

Thank God.

"Okay I won't, I promise but for this, you have to smile a lot." I ruffle her hair.

She doesn't say anything, just glare at me as she turns her body to the other side.

She is about to open the car door when she stops and turns to me.

"You won't come inside?" She asks.

"It's really late now. I'll come here tomorrow and will take you out. Till then take care," I tell her.

She first hesitantly stares at me but nods her head in acceptance. After that, she gets out of the car. Something buzzes inside me as I see her going; like something is going to happen.

Without giving a second thought, I quickly get off the car.

"Wait Zainab," I call out loud.

She stops where she is and looks back at me with a questionable look.

"I'll come with you," I add as I stroll near her.

I notice a bright smile crosses her lips as soon as I say this. The smile which reminds me she is my same old Zainab. The smile which I have been missing so much.

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Zara's POV

The bright sunlight peeking through the gashes of the curtains, covering the door-sized window, tumble on my face compelling me to open my eyes. I slowly open my eyes and the only thing which welcomes them is the white illuminated dusk. I sit up and lay my back on the crown of the bed. I rub my eyes to get a better view of the surrounding.

I don't remember when I get to sleep last night. But one thing I know is that I haven't seen Aila coming back to the room after taking her so-called important phone call. Thinking of Aila, where is she?

I glance beside me on the bed to find it empty and neat, as no one has been there. Has she even come back the last night?

I stretch my limbs as my eyes scan the whole room. Suddenly both my arms and eyes come to a halt at the same point beholding the sight in front of me. My eyes gape open as they forget to blink.

Not again!

Armaan is standing in front of me, his back taking the support of the wall behind with a smirk on his lips.

This can't happen. I am going crazy because of him. Why is he not allowing me to live peacefully? Am I again daydreaming?

Let me breathe, for God's sake.

Armaan walks towards my direction when he discerns my eyes on him, which actually brings me out of the haze. I quickly put down my arms and get off the bed with a jerk.

Now he has started moving in my dreams. What this guy is doing to me?

"Am I again seeing things?" I don't realize I whisper out my thoughts.

His smug gets deeper as he pulls me towards him while grabbing my arm. My breath hitches when my both hands land on his chest.

He strokes my right cheek, "no, you aren't seeing things. I am really here."

A sigh leaves my mouth when he pushes me more closer to himself by grabbing my waist with his big hand. He moves his face closer to mine. He stares at my lips before drawing his face to my ear.

"Right in front of you," he whispers in my ear.

He cheekily smiles as he tugs my hair behind my ears. His fingers which are brushing against my cheeks sends shivers down my spine. That just ascertains how much I have been missing him. How his proximity is getting me baffled and timid at the same time, is just so unusual, so incredible. He stares right into my eyes as his fingers keep on rubbing against my face.

Before I can melt away under his touch, reality hits me and I shove him away from me by pushing his chest with my both hands.

"What are you doing here?" I ask hurridly as I maintain a distance from him.

"I want to ask the same thing from you," he asserts as he folds his arms on his chest.

I grit my teeth in anger when he ignores my question and starts to ask me back. Not to forget how this unwavering smile on his face is irritating the hell out of me.

"How do you know I will be here?" I try to keep my voice low as much as possible.

Instead of replying, he just smirks. That's when it hits me.

Aila, you traitor!

So her important phone call is actually this. How can I be so dumb to believe in her?

I come out of my trance when he pulls me once again towards him.

"You can't escape me this easily, Zara."

I frantically look at him who has his eyes fixed on me, having an ironic expression on his face. Is he really saying this on my face? Why does he think so highly of himself? My stare flows from his face to my arms which are tightly clutched by his hands.

"Who said I was trying to escape from you?" I try to get myself out of his grip.

"That's how it looks like," he shrugs his shoulders.

Why is he still so self-centered?

"You know what? Go to hell!" I yell and rush out.

But before I can reach the door, he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall. My breath traps when I feel my back getting touched by the cold wall.

"You have no idea how much I missed this feisty Zara," he slightly pokes my nose with his hand.

"Look, what you are thinking is not the case. And now let me go."

"I will let you go but first you need to answer me," he announces.

"What answer?" I ask in confusion.

"Why did you left the house without telling me?"

"Because..." I lick my lips when I can't find an answer.

"Because?" He again asks.

"Because you were sleeping at that time," I blurt in haste.

"Oh really? Then what is the reason for you not take my calls?"

"I lost my phone. In fact, due to this Aila, it got..."

I abruptly stop when I comprehend I have been answering his every question like a fool. Why is he inspecting me?

"I have told you what is there. Now let me go, " I try to shove his broad chest with my small hands but he doesn't even move a little bit. He is too strong for me.

"Why did you ignore me? May I know?" He puts his hands on both sides of my figure, a way to block my every way to go.

"I never ignored you. Do you understand?" I glare at him.

Though I am lying.

I look at him amazed when he chuckles. Is he just making fun of me?

"Now let me go, will you?"

"What if I won't?" He whispers as he brings his face close to me.

"Then I will... I will slap you," I yell.

"Go ahead then. " He again goes back to standing properly but his arms still remain around my head.

I glance at him before lifting my hand but what I don't know is that my hand will get frozen in the midway.

"Can't do this, isn't it?" He sarcastically asks.

"I don't care about you. And who are you to interrogate me when you don't consider me as your wife. I don't even need to explain everything to you because you are nothing to me." A tear escapes my eyes.

"Say this while looking into my eyes," he mumbles.

I look up at him but my lips get zipped up when my eyes meet his icy blue ones.

"Stop lying to yourself and me as well, Zara," he says as he pushes me towards him once again.

He slowly cups my face and touches my lower lip with his thumb. Electrifying sensations stream throughout my whole body when he shoves my hair away from my neck and his rough fingers rub against my bare neck.

Suddenly, with a jerk, I slap his hand away from my face.

"Do you think I can get swayed away with these sweet words and acts of yours. No, I will never! I am not like other girls who can get easily melt away with these tricks of yours. Don't play with my feelings, Armaan," I yell at top of my lungs.

I purse my lips tightly to stop myself from crying. I don't want to cry in front of him. I don't want to show him my weak point. I do anything but to look at him, at this time.

He first stares at me in disbelief and after that, he gets away from me.

"So that's it? Fine then. Let's cut this crap today for forever," he says in a stern voice.

I get startled when the loud banging of the voice blasts my ears. I look at the still quivering door with a blank stare. He has gone! For forever!
I myself make him leave me.

A sob leaves my mouth and with that, I fall on my knees crying hard. Why this has to happen to me? Why I even fall for him? What will I do now?

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Salam guys

I know, I know you guys will be really mad at me for what I have done. 😌

But we have to understand, Zara doesn't want to be in a relationship in which her husband doesn't like her even if she has fallen for him. She still thinks Armaan loves his girlfriend so now let's see what Armaan will do.

I don't know what else to say but I can assure you, their relationship will get better.

So don't get mad at me please, please.☹

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