Zainab's POV

I stare at Shaiq's back when he gets out of the car in disappointment. After he goes to the front and opens the bonnet, I am no longer able to see his face. I let out a sigh. Why this car has to become out of order today? How will we go then? On top of all, I am not really excited to come here; I have just come because of Shaiq and his mom.

I tap my fingers impatiently on the dashboard while waiting for Shaiq. When is he going to come? I bite my nails recklessly. When there is nothing inside the car which can make my eager mind to rest, I begin to look through the glass window.

Despite being more or less the time of the evening, this area is devoid of any human. The weather here is markedly different than there in Lahore as it is really pleasant here with the slightly cold breeze swaying around. The area itself is really barren but still, I like the feel this wide area is giving me.

A black car rushes towards the opposite side and within a few seconds, it stops in its track, drawing my attention to it. Why does it look familiar? I lower my head and narrow my eyes to get a better view of the person on the driving seat but because his face is turned towards the other side, I can't catch a glimpse of him. Maybe I am just overthinking. It's not like there will be only one car like this in the whole world. I roll my eyes at my own stupidity while diverting my gaze.

After a while, the rough sound of the car echos in the air which prompts me to look at its side again. Though I am still not able to see the face of the person who just comes out of the car, his overall figure makes me stare at him more than I wanted considering how familiar vibes I am getting from him. He is wearing a three-piece suit, with his gelled black hair delicately combed back. He raises his hand to close the door again and the watch on his wrist catches my attention.

No, it can't be him. It shouldn't be him.

He finally turns around with the key twirling in his index finger and seeing his face makes my eyes gape open in shock. He takes off his sunglasses from his eyes. He narrows his eyes and I can feel his stare on the car which causes me to turn my face towards the other side. I spread my hair around the side of my face to hide the slightest hint he can even get. I hope he hasn't seen me.

Why Armaan is here?

When I can no longer see the silhouette of a person with my side eyes, I slowly move my head and again gaze out. Armaan has gone while his car is still there. Thank God, he doesn't get to see me, or else I'll be in trouble. I turn behind and saw him taking long swift steps towards somewhere. Something comes in my mind and I cautiously open the door. I come out while my eyes are still on Armaan so that I won't miss him.

I hurridly look at Shaiq who is still busy with the inside of the bonnet. He hasn't seen me coming out. And I am sure, he doesn't know about Armaan as well. I give a final look on Shaiq before taking careful steps after Armaan.

I almost have to run in order to catch up with him. Where is he even going? The area he is walking right now is so muddy and irregular. He is walking too fast as usual. And why he even strolling here when he can use his car? My breath shakes because of running this fast but this does me a favor, that I can easily follow Armaan.

I stumble on my feet when he suddenly stops in his track. My heart starts beating faster as my eyes become wide in fear when he moves in an attempt to turn around. I hurriedly look here and there and spotting a narrow empty street, I don't think before rushing over there. I hide behind the bushes growing along the wall. Armaan must have felt my footsteps behind him.

My jaw drops when I find him coming in front of the same street, I am hiding right now. I can feel my heart thumping so loudly against my chest. I cover my mouth with my hand tightly so that I won't be able to make any sound. I peek through the gashes of the bushes; his eyes are still fixed on here. I lick my lips as the inside If my throat gets drier due to my heavy breathing.

I take a deep sigh when he walks away after not finding anything.

Thank God!

I wipe the sweat off my forehead as I come out of the bushes. I again rush ahead in an attempt to actually get to know what is he doing here. But this time, I don't follow him, instead I stand behind the wall as I see him unlocking the door of a small, much older house. After a moment, he opens it and gets inside.

Does he live here? Why? It's obvious that his wife will be with him too. Why does he start living here?

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I stop in my track when I find Shaiq glaring at me with his both arms cross on his chest. He comes towards me when he notices me not moving ahead. I hope the car will get working by now.

"Where did you go? Without telling me?" He questions, the scowl is still on his face.

I can't tell him the truth that I have seen Armaan and I have actually left to follow him. He will get hyper and mad for no reason.

"Where would I go? I was just here, looking around. I was getting so bored in the car alone so I thought to observe this place, " I tell him with a smile playing on my lips.

Shaiq grabs my both arms as he leans closer to me, " but you should have told me, Zainab. I was so worried when I didn't find you."

"Okay I am sorry." I hold both ears with both hands as I pout.

He smiles as he slightly caresses my cheek, "every time this cute face of yours stops me from scolding you."

I show him a toothy grin.

"Aww..." I pinch his cheek as I chuckle.

But my laugh gets hinder when the smile on his face gets worn out and replaces by a grim look as soon as I do this. What happens to him all of a sudden? Has he minded it? But he never minded this before our marriage. Although we have got back to how we used to be, still some part of his is so new, so different for me. There is always a difference in his behavior whenever I try to touch him. And when I have seen him shirtless accidentally, the look on his face was so serious and grimace that it still gives me goosebumps out of embarrassment. This was the first time, I have seen his bare chest. Though it was unexpected and so abrupt, I was able to see his perfectly sculptured muscle.

What the hell? What am I thinking?

I look at Shaiq to find him looking at me, though his expressions have softened.

"What about the car?" I ask him.

"It's perfect now. Let us go now," he replies.

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I stare at the farmhouse in front of my eyes in a baffled state. It's just a few meters away from where Shaiq's car has broken down. It has perhaps taken five minutes for us to reach them.

That means!

My jaw drops just thinking about it. Armaan just lives nearby to me. Oh, God!

"Are you sure this is Aunt's farmhouse?" I ask Shaiq.

He looks at me with a raised brow.

"Of course it is. " He shrugs his shoulders.

What the heck? This is so absurd. Why I have to meet him and on top of that, he lives at this place. What will I do now?

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Some noisy sounds make me wake up from sleep. I slowly open my eyes and look here and there. I remember, I was so exhausted when we get there and as soon as I see a room with a comfortable, big bed in it, I fall on it, and then I don't realize when did I go to deep slumber.

I roam my eyes around to get a better view of the room which I wasn't able to do when we come here. The room is not really big. The small-sized bed is placed on the heart of the room. Except for the bed, there is just one thing here: a wooden study table with a chair with a worn-out lamp on it.

I rub my eyes to get the sleep out of them while I get up. My hands stop at where they are seeing Shaiq sitting in front of me on the bed while unwrapping something. So that is the sound which has disturbed my sleep.

Shaiq notices me as he looks up at me but he doesn't say anything.

"What are you doing, Shaiq?" My voice gets muffled due to me covering my mouth to stop a yawn.

"Trying to get our stomachs filled," he chuckles, his eyes still on whatever he is doing.

"Talking of this, I am really really hungry," I said impatiently as I hug my legs to my stomach.

"Then go and fresh up quickly," he orders.

"I will join you in a few minutes. Don't start before me okay?" I point my index finger at him while standing up.

"Of course," I can see him rolling his eyes.

I look down to search for my slippers. When I find them, I wear them quickly and rush towards the washroom.

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I take a bite of steaks in my mouth and obliviously, a moan leaves my mouth at how tasty it is. Perhaps it is due to how hungry I am or maybe it's really that delicious.

"Have you made it, Shaiq?" I ask him while taking another bite.

"Do I look like?" He lets out a laugh.

I shake my head sideways. I know how bad he is in cooking.

"I have ordered it," he says.

"I knew it. But you know what?" I rotate the cap of the water bottle and attach it to my lips, "you don't have to do this anymore."

"Why?"

"Till how long we will be eating food from outside? I know you get stomach problems when you have to eat these things. I will cook from now onward. Just get me the necessary things." I lick my fingers quickly.

"It's okay. Why will you do all of this? Don't take tension... Give me that, " he points towards me.

What is asking me to give him? Tension?

"What?" I ask in confusion.

"Water. What else?"

Is he telling me to give that bottle to him from which I have just drunk water? I look at him in a baffled state.

"But Shaiq..."

"Oho...give already..." He snatches the bottle from my hand and attaches his mouth to it.

"Silly we used to share everything between us. Don't you remember when we used to eat the same ice cream bar? The first half you used to eat and then you give me the melted one," he chuckles.

"I never gave you melted one, Shaiq, " I glare at him.

He doesn't answer, just his laugh gets louder. I punch him lightly on his chest.

"Okay, okay, now come to the point. So I was saying that I will cook from now on. Moreover, I will have nothing to do here. So it will kind of keep me busy. Isn't it?" I try to change the topic.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"I am more than sure." I take another bite in my mouth.

I remain fixed to my position when Shaiq puts his finger under my lower lip. I look at him in a baffled state when his finger slowly moves along it.

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Salam guys!

NOW THE DRAMA BEGINS! Lol.

These four are at the same place and it will be a show, I assure you.

And fortunately and unfortunately, this will be the ending half of this book. So,

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