Shaiq's POV

"Shit!" I mumble seeing Zainab ultimately fainting.

Because of her anemia, the blood which is oozing out of her wounds like streams may cause problems for her. Even the piece of the clothing, I have tied on her wrists is blood red right now. I quickly lift her up in my arms and carry her to my car. Due to me, she is suffering this much. I don't realize why at that time, I feel a resentment burning inside of me when she mentions that she was with Armaan the whole night. And then when she was bluntly accusing herself of doing inappropriate things, I can't help but get more furious on her childishness. This girl just blurts whatever comes to her mouth.

In haste, I open the door of the back seat of the car and make her lay inside It.

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I peek at Zainab's figure through the small window of the room, she is admitted in the hospital. I hope she is fine. I have caused her so much trouble. First, when it gets slipped away from me that I have done a favor on her by marrying her. Though I don't want to say this and I don't even think like this. And then now, giving her such a terrible wound.

I go to the doctor when she comes out of the room.

"Doctor, is Zainab okay?"

"She has regained consciousness but isn't fine. She had lost too much blood and fortunately, you have brought her on time, or else, it would be too late and she may go into a shocking state."

Doctor's every word sounds like a whack on my heart. Shock means she might die. Oh God, what have I done to her? I hold my head in both hands in frustration.

I slowly open the door of the room and walk inside. My gaze falls on the pale Zainab sleeping while taking heavy breaths. I sit beside her on the bed and take her bandaged hand into mine. I lift it up till my lips and kiss her palm.

"I am sorry, Zainab," I whisper.

I don't realize when I start having new feelings with her. Perhaps the time when her lips land on my cheek or the moment when we both get tied and our lips met. These feelings are screaming that I have fallen for her, not as my friend but as my wife. I won't let single harm to come near her anymore.

I get up a little and bend over her and kiss her forehead.

"I love you, Zainab," I whisper as I slowly caress the side of her face.

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While driving the car, from time to time, my gaze is going on back Zainab that she may have get wake up by now. But looks like she is sleeping soundly. It's better if she will keep on sleeping or else she will again panic seeing me. I smile seeing a small pout on her lips.

I will do everything to make her happy now. I will give her the happiness, the love, and the warmth she deserves. I will be the one who will bring a smile on her face. I will be the one who will love her whole heartily. I will give her the love and respect which she has craved for her whole life. She says she is still alone, I will make her realize that I, her husband, is always with her.

When we reach the farmhouse, I get out of the car and strolls towards her side. I carry her up in bridal style and take her to the room. Along the way, seeing the trails of her blood drops from the lounge all the way to the room, makes my heart break into pieces. Let alone blood, I won't allow a single tear to fall from her eyes.

I cautiously make her rest on the bed. I bend down and tug some loose strands of her hair behind her ear. I look at her hair from her face to right till her waist. She doesn't even know how much I love her long, sleek brown hair.

I will confess my feelings to you once you will wake up, Zainab.

I smile on my thought as I lay beside her. A smirk appears on my face seeing the extra pillows she uses to make a wall between us.

Tonight, I won't let you stay away from me, Zaini, even if you again wake up like the last time and tell me to put the pillows back.

I push aside the pillows and go near Zainab. I softly grab her waist and pull her into my chest. I smile when she snuggles in my chest but what makes my smile to get deeper is when she wraps her arms around me.

You are not alone, Zainab. Your Shaiq is and will always be with you.

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The white, bright light peeking through the slits of the cream-colored curtains induces me to wake up from my sleep. I slowly open my eyes and the first view which comes in front of them causes my lips to spread in a smile. Zainab is sleeping just next to me with her head dig in my chest. Her both hands are plopped on my chest. My one arm is still around her waist, hugging her tightly.

I kiss her hair and the soft fragrance coming from her hair makes my heart go wild. I don't know how will I be able to tell her that I love her. She may think that I am lying. She may again say that I am mocking her feelings and that's the thing for which I am really anxious. I don't want to hurt her again instead I want to take away her every pain, every sorrow from her. I want to give her every happiness. I slowly pull her away from me as I go to the washroom to wash myself up.

I rub my wet hair with a towel as I walk back to the room. I stare at still sleeping Zainab and it brings a smile on my lips seeing her pouty lips. She always looks so cute while sleeping. I go out of the room with excitation of giving her a surprise by making breakfast before she will wake up. During that time, I will confess my love for her.

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Why Zainab hasn't awakened yet? I have made all the breakfast and in that process, I even have burnt my finger again but she hasn't come out. Though I don't care even if I burn my hand as well because I want to make her happy. She is maybe still sleeping due to the medicine effect. With that thought in mind, I cautiously open the door of the room but what is happening in front of me, makes my jaw drop. Zainab is packing her stuff in a suitcase in a haste.

"Zainab, what are you doing?" I ask as I walk near her.

She turns behind and looks at me with a blank stare but she doesn't answer as she goes back to putting her last shirt in the suitcase. Is she still mad at me?

"Why are you packing up your things?" I again ask.

"Because I am going back," she briefly replies while covering the suitcase with its lid.

"Where?"

Her moving hands on the suitcase stops and she gazes at me.

"Back to the hell," she wearily smiles and I can say that smile is not genuine.

I grab her arm and turn her towards me, "Zainab, are you still angry with me? I am sorry. You know, I sometimes speak without thinking. I didn't mean any of what I have said."

"I am not angry with you, instead I am angry with myself. I am a stupid girl who is ruining everyone's life; first you, then Zara and Armaan. But you know what, Shaiq-" she deliberately pauses and cups my face with her small hands.

"Divorce me and marry the girl you love. I will be supporting you, even I will help you get her. And don't worry-"

"Zainab, are you in your senses?" I yell as I shake her arms.

"I have come to my senses now," she laughs in an ironic way and diverts her attention back to her suitcase.

"I won't let you go," I argue while pushing the suitcase away.

"You can't stop me. You clearly know I do whatever comes in my mind." She slowly strokes my cheek.

What has happened to her? Why is she behaving like this? Last night, she was angry with me and now she is acting weird. I won't let her suffer again. She must have realized what she has done to Zara and Armaan and I know she is heartbroken due to it. I have to tell her that there is someone who loves her; there is someone who wants to see her happy.

"I can, Zainab because I love you."

I notice as she stares at me with wide eyes for some time but the next thing which happens shocks me more. She slaps my face hard. Tears start to roll down her eyes. She hits my chest with her fists.

"You jerk! Everyone has just got me to make a fool. How much you guys will play with me? I am a human for God's sake, I do have a heart that has feelings. At least, have mercy on me. Don't make me lose faith in friendship as well, Shaiq." She joins her both hands in front of me as her sobs are getting higher with every word she is speaking.

I grab her both arms softly and pull her closer to me. I should control myself from getting harsh otherwise I will lose her forever. I cup her face with my both hands. I kiss her forehead at which she flinches.

"I am not lying, Zainab. I do have fallen for you. I love you and I want to live as your husband with you. I mean it, " I say as I caress the side of her face.

I show her a smile when she doesn't move a little bit, instead keep on looking at me in a flabbergasted state. She must have understood me. I bend down to her level and lean near to her face. I kiss her both cheeks. I look down at her lips before slowly brushing the side of her soft lower lip. My lips are about to touch hers when she shoves me away by pushing my chest.

"Shaiq, just stop this. I beg you. One Armaan is enough for me. I don't want to see another Armaan. Don't force yourself to like me or love me. Go and live your life how you want. I don't want to become the culprit of another Zara. I...I am pleading now. Please," she asserts and zips her suitcase.

"Zainab-"

"Enough, Shaiq. I have made them realize this thing with much difficulty. Don't make me repeat the same mistake." She looks at me before plopping her suitcase on the floor.

She mouths a bye to me before dragging her suitcase behind her.

It's like I am in a daze because of her words until she moves ahead of me. Why is she isn't understanding? Why is she thinking I am forcing myself to love her? Why is it feeling so hard to make her understand? I rush after her and stops her by hugging her from the back.

"Zainab, don't go. Please," I whisper in her ear.

She first remains stiffed in her place before removing my hands from her waist and turns back towards me. She takes my face in her both hands.

"Your Zainab isn't going anywhere. I was, am, and will always be your best friend. But please don't stop me from going. "

She pulls off her hands from my face and hugs me.

"Take care of yourself. Bye," she whispers in my ear, still hugging me.

I stare at her back with a blank stare. I want to stop her but it feels like my hands, feet, and tongue is tied. I take a deep sigh of frustration.

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Zara's POV

I gaze at Aila before opening the door of her car. She gives me an assuring smile as she squeezes my hand. I take a long breath as I come out of the car. As soon as I put my first step on the rough ground, the blazing rays of sunlight hit me. I roam my eyes around; this is the same place where he was pleading me not to go and I have left him without listening to any of his words. The same place where I have slapped him. I look at my open palms as a tear flees my eyes.

How will I face him again? I didn't let him explain himself. I have done everything without even listening to him. I wipe my cheeks as I walk ahead towards the house. I take out the keys from my bag with trembling hands and put in it into the lock of the main door. I sigh as I push the door.

Does he even want to see me now? After what I have done, will he listen to me? I step inside the house and jog ahead. With my every passing stride, I remember everything; with him saying he truly loves me to him doing everything to stop me, to him assuring me that he hasn't done anything. If it weren't for Zainab telling me everything, I wouldn't have known anything.

I walk past the lounge and enter the lounge, my eyes searching for Armaan. I stop in my track seeing him half laying on the couch with his one hand on his forehead, rubbing the creases forming on it. His eyes are shut closed ascertaining the fact that he hasn't seen me. It's been three days since this happens and he is still in that same light blue shirt.

"Armaan." I want to call him in a loud voice but my voice gets muffled due to tears.

He abruptly opens his eyes and looks up at me. His eyes get wide in surprise seeing me. He quickly gets up from where he is sitting and rush towards me.

"Zara, it's you? It's really you?" He grabs my both arms and shakes them.

"Have you really come back to me?" He moves his hands from my arms to my face and cups it.

I nod my head as tears start flowing from my eyes. How much I missed his face, his voice, and his touch.

"I knew it that my Zara can never remain angry with me for long," he mumbles and pulls me into his chest.

I wrap both arms around his neck as I rest my face on his shoulder. Armaan tightly grabs my waist with his broad hand. The more he is pulling me into himself, the more I am feeling the warmth I need the most at this time.

"I love you, Zara. You are the only one for me. I love you so much. Don't ever leave me again," he whispers against my ears as his hand keeps on caressing my back from up to down.

I pull away from him and cup his face with my both hands. His rough, prickling beard tickle against my soft palms.

"I am sorry for not believing in you. I love you too, Armaan," I whisper while staring at his face.

His lips curl up to form a smile as soon as I confess. I have never confessed my love to him before. I feel electrifying sensations throughout my body when I say this to him. He grabs my one hand with his hand which is still on his cheek and pulls it towards his lips. I close my eyes when his warm lips kiss the inside of my palm.

"Zara, you have no idea how devastated I was. You take away my breath, my peace, my everything with you."

A sob leaves my mouth when he says this. I have hurt him so much. My gaze goes from his ocean blue eyes which are swollen right now to his slightly crooked nose to his lips. I lift my heels, still trying to my full ability, my face doesn't even reach his neck due to how heightened he is. I lift up my face and place my both lips on his lower lip. Due to my difficulty in reaching his level, it's just a slight peck.

Armaan gets stiffened when I kiss him. He stares at me blankly due to the sudden initiative by me before he lowers his face to my level and takes the control of the kiss. He grabs my waist and pushes me more into him so that my chest gets pressed against his. He places his hands on my neck and kisses my full lips. I dig my fingers in his collar when he deepens the kiss by biting my lower lip.

This kiss is so different than the previous ones we have shared. It has all his love, longing, affection, desire, and warmth for me. We soon pull away and he rests his forehead on my forehead.

"Zara, you are the only one whom I love, I want and I long for. You are the love of my life. Don't try to leave me again or doubt my love for you, " he mumbles in a breathy voice.

I open my eyes when he says this and looks at him with a smile on my face. And then it hits me. I haven't told him about the baby. I wonder what will be his reaction. Will he be happy?

"I have good news for you, Armaan," I assert.

I see as he takes my hand in his and slowly caresses the back of it.

"What?" He mumbles still so content in making small circles on my hand.

"You are going to become a Dad," I tell him with a smile.

I feel his fingers on my hand stop moving and he looks up at me with his jaw drop.

"What did you just say?" He shakes my shoulder as there comes a different brightness in his eyes.

"You are...Really?" His eyes get widen as he again asks without letting me reply.

I nod my head as I give him a smile.

"Oh my God, Zara. This is such a big thing. We are going to have a baby. This is so cool," he mumbles in excitation.

I chuckle seeing getting so surprised that he doesn't even know how to react.

"Thanks, Zara. You just give me two good news in a row. First, you have come back and now our baby. Oh God," he says as he hugs me again.

I let out a sigh of mitigation as I wrap my arms around his neck.

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Zainab's POV

'Zara, you are the only one whom I love, I want and I long for. You are the love of my life.'

I smile and let out a puff of relief as I take off the headphones from my ears.

Thank God!

I pull down the glassy shade from the window of the bus and throw the headphones out of it.

I lean my head against the head of the seat and close my eyes.

Zara and Armaan are indeed meant for each other. They are destined.

Though I am the one who has created rifts between them but Thank God, I am the one who has brought them together again.

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Salam guys!

Finally, we are done.

Thank you so much for all the love and support to me throughout this journey. But I will come back with a separate thanks note.

I haven't given Zainab and Shaiq a happy ending because weren't you guys want to see them suffer as they did with Zara and Armaan? So I just do what you guys wanted.

This is the end.

Or

This may-----😶

Okay, don't come on me for Zainab and Shaiq's ending because it was you guys who wanted it like this.

I may----😶

So, Allah Hafiz/ Bye, bye. I will meet you guys with the epilogue of Zara and Armaan

Or maybe----😶

Then I will take my leave. Don't forget to vote and comment.