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Zeeshan looked at his wrist watch for the ninth time. He knew Wildan would come out any minute so he was reminding himself to not lose his mind and be calm. He didn't want to complicate the situation as it was already a complicated mess. He knew what he wanted to say but he was worried that maybe after seeing his face he might saying something totally opposite.

After another seven minutes, he saw Wildan. Zeeshan chuckled because as always Wildan was dressed as if he was going to walk a ramp. That was one habit of Wildan that irritates Zeeshan the most. Whatever it was, bad days or good days he always dressed like a model. Zeeshan on the other hand found it difficult to even think about his clothes when he was sad. Zeeshan was somewhere jealous of him for that. He wish he could do that.  Anyone could make out that Zeeshan was sad by the way he was dressed and Wildan? if people go by his clothes then he had a perfect life with no problems.

Wildan removed his sunglasses when his eyes fell on Zeeshan. They both were now walking towards each other.

"Salam." Wildan said as soon as they stopped walking.

"Walekum assalam."

"So, why are you here?" Wildan asked before silence consumes them.

"To meet Beyonce. Of course to meet you. What kind of a question is that?"

Wildan smiled,"sarcastic ha? Noor did a really good job."

"I hate you."

Wildan's smile vanished. He looked down and shook his head,"I can understand."

"Why did you do that? You could have kept you mouth shut. You should have kept it to yourself. Why did you tell me? Everything was going good before you opened your stupid mouth."

"How are things going now?"

"What do you think? We didn't talk for a month. Of course things are going bad. All thanks to you. Because you cannot keep a secret."

Wildan frowned,"I'm a little confuse here. You are mad at me because I told you what I did not because of what I did?"

"I was mad at that as well but then I thought about it. It was not a big crime. You were a young jealous guy. It can happen to anyone."

"No. If that was true than half of the world would be a drug addict because of a jealous Wildan. This never happens, Zeeshan. It was my fault."

"Yes it was. But then I thought about what you were going through that time. It was a difficult phase of life and we all do stupid things when we are suffering."

"I don't understand why you are taking my side. I destroyed so many years of your life, I changed your personality, I made you a hard-hearted man.  I destroyed your life."

"No, you didn't. It was me. Yeah Jonny came to me because of you but It was me who accepted him. It was my fault because no one forced me."

"If he would have not come to you, things would have been different."

"Yeah, things would have been different because then I would have killed myself. I was always thinking about that. My parents were making my life hell and I wanted to run away from it. Drung definitely caused a lot of trouble but that was my support, my escape from reality."

"Are you saying being a drug addict was a good thing for you?"

"Not really but yeah we can say it saved my life."

"I'm not understanding what you are saying, Zeeshan."

"I'm saying, let's forget everything. That happened years ago. It should not affect our present life."

"So you forgive me?"

"There is nothing to forgive, so now if you are done standing, can we please head home?"

"Yeah, sure."

They both started walking towards Zeeshan's car with a smile on their faces.

"Where are you staying?" Zeeshan asked after some time.

"My parent's house. You remember that house where we use to live before my parents died?"

"I totally forgot about that house. I thought you might take a rented apartment."

"No, after my parents I got that house."

"That's good. You are all set then."

"What do you mean by that?"

"A job with a good salary and your own house. Now it's difficult to find a reason to reject you."

Wildan smiled immediately,"I hope that's sufficient."

"She asked me about you."

"When?"

"Few days back, her uncle hosted a dinner. She hesitated for a really long time before finally asking about you."

"Wow. Did not see that coming." Wildan said with a smile on his face.

"Yeah. Your happy days just started."

***

Zeeshan turned to the other side, opening his eyes for a brief moment before closing them. He instantly opened his eyes again

"Noor, why are you still on your phone? Don't you have to sleep?"

"Yeah."

"What are you doing?"

"I told you, I will win one game and then sleep."

Zeeshan turned to the opened side again before taking his phone in his hand.

"3. a.m!? You haven't won one a single game in 3 hours?"

"Hey! Stop judging. I did some social media surfing as well."

Zeeshan shook his head,"you are impossible."

"Sleep."

Zeeshan closed his eyes, intending to sleep but he could not sleep after that. After twisting and turning for ten minutes to again turned to face Noor.

"You are thinking about Zubiya?"

"What else will keep me up for so long?"

"She will be in the same city. Don't worry."

"Yeah."

"When is her mom coming?"

"She said she will be here by eleven or twelve."

"Wow that's early."

"I know! She didn't even tell me where she was going to stay."

"We can ask her tomorrow."

"Yeah. When is your meeting?"

"Three."

"Ok. I hope this works out and You start your own practice."

"I don't understand why you are so excited about me having my own practice."

"Be nice to him. He is my high school best friend's husband."

Zeeshan rolled his eyes,"even my mom doesn't say that."

"She should."

"I'm sleeping." He said closing his eyes.

"Wait wait wait wait."

What?"

"Open your eyes."

"No. You say whatever you want to say."

"Fine! So My mom had a maid who used to help her with the kids. She left the job and now Ammi is all alone. She is old now so she cannot take care of three babies. I was thinking to ask my mom to keep Daneen as her maid. That way she gets a maid and Daneen gets a job."

"It is a good idea. Talk to Daneen tomorrow."

"I will!"

"Don't shout! Sleep."

"Yeah I'm sleeping. It's a waste of time anyway. I hate his game."

"Because you cannot win even a single game."

"Stop talking."

"Noor how can you not win for three hours?"

"Zeeshan."

Zeeshan laughed which made Noor angry. She turned to the other direction before lying down on the bed. Zeeshan smiled again. He slowly wrapped his arms around waist and pulled her closer.

"Let me go."

"Sorry."

"You always do this. Let me go." She said trying to remove his hands. She kept trying for some time but when she realised he was too strong for her, she gave up and closed her eyes to sleep. Zeeshan smiled as he was the winner once again.

***

"And Mumma then we went to a park." Zubiya said.

Daneen smiled,"Really?"

"Yes! And everyone calls me Baji. Manal, Amal and Keyaan call me Baji. Iiman calls me bha."

"We tried to teach her Baji but she could only say bha." Noor said smiling.

"That's so sweet. Thank you so Much, Noor."

"Oh God please stop. All you said today was thank you Noor."

"What else can I say? Who does that? You helped a totally stranger. Thank you."

"Enough!"

She smiled,"ok."

"Hey, By the way, before I forget, My mom takes care of my brother's twins and his best friend's daughter. They all are almost two years old. And My mom had a maid,I mean helper who use to help her but then she left the job for some reason I don't know. So I was thinking if you cou...."

"I would do that." Daneen said even before Noor could complete her sentence.

Noor smiled,"Ah. That's great. My sister in- law leaves them around eight in the morning and then picks them up by eight thirty in the evening. So you have to work for twelve hours roughly. My mom has no problem with you bring your kids there. But yeah then you will have six kids to take care."

"I will manage that."

"Then you are hired."

Daneen's eyes filled with water"Noor how will I repay you? Thank you so much."

"My mom says all the help and support we receive in this would is sent by Allah and we will get it no matter what. So it's not me it's him. He would have helped you even if we haven't meet. I'm glad Allah chose me."

"Wow. You are too Good Noor."

"No, my mom is too Good. She gives me such lectures daily. That's why I avoid calling her." Noor joked.

Daneen smiled,"I would love to meet her."

"You will meet her daily now. So tell me when do you want to start working?"

"I don't know. Whenever your mom wants."

"I guess you should rest today and then start tomorrow InshaAllah."

"That sounds a good idea."

"She will let you know about the salary and stuff and if you have any issues with that then let her or me know."

"Ok "

"Now tell me where are you going to live?"

"My friend lives here so I'm going to stay with her in her apartment. She anyway needed a roommate as it's hard to pay rent all by herself so."

"A really friend this time?"

Daneen smiled,"Yes. A really friend. She is also my cousin's Cousin. We were neighbours and best friends. After I got married I lost contact with her. Contacting and finding her took this long. When I got her number I called her and told her everything. She helped me to escape my husband's house. Ex husband. She helped me getting divorced as well."

"Oh wow! Congratulations. You are free now."

"Yes I'm. Alhumdulillah."

"I'm happy for you."

"Thank you." She looked at her daughter and smiled again,"Now we need to take a leave. My best friend is dying to meet Zubiya."

"She will die is I don't meet her?" Zubiya asked her mom in disbelief.

Noor and Daneen started laughing Which confused Zubiya but she still smiled because she didn't want to be the odd one.

"Zubiya go and tell Zeeshan uncle that you are going." Noor told Zubiya.

She quickly ran to their room to Call Zeeshan. Once Zeeshan came down they all went out to bid them goodbye.

"Uncle you will come to meet me?" Zubiya asked who was holding his hand.

"Of course! We will spend Saturday together."

"In the park?"

"Yes, in the park!"

"Yay."

Zubiya left his hand and ran to her mom. Zeeshan looked at Noor who was standing next to him. She had tears in her eyes. He kept his hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer.

"We will meet her every now and then."

"Yeah."

"Don't cry."

"Yeah."

"Bye Noor. Hope to see you soon." Daneen said.

"Bye." Zubiya said waving her hands.

They waved back with a smile on their faces. Soon they got in the tax and left. Noor then rested her head on his shoulder.

"I hope she finds someone, who will make her happy soon."

"I hope she finds herself first."

Noor looked up to see his face. He smiled before looking at her.

"I hate when you are right."

Zeeshan smiled again,"I know."