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Aaina x Zaydaan

Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil stood alongside his wife, first lady Aaina Zaydaan at the Nur Khan airbase. They waited for the Russian President's aircraft to come at a halt, ready to welcome him to Pakistan.

Aaina, who was dressed in a traditional baby pink and white shalwar kameez, did not feel well since the entire morning. Her head felt like spinning and her body felt like it was so weak that she could not even stand properly on her feet.

She took a deep sigh, steadying herself by putting her hand near her husband's arm. Zaydaan frowned, looking at him.

"You alright?" He mumbled from beside her. She nodded.

"Yes, I'm fine."

He knew she was not fine. She looked quite pale compared to how she usually looked.

"I told you to eat. You just make it a habit not to." He commented.

"I did eat. I just felt woozy."

Upon hearing that, her husband turned to look at her.

"Have you had your period this month?" He questioned, voice above a whisper. Aaina had kept track of her period, she knew that her period was infact late.

She was not entirely sure that she was pregnant or not but the symptoms seemed to go that way.

"Not really. It was supposed to happen last week." She answered, counting in her head.

"Then you should get yourself checked." Zaydaan suggested.

Aaina let out a small groan.

"I'd be pregnant at the most terrible time." She trailed off, walking forward by her husband's side as the plane came to a halt and the doors opened.

Zaydaan ushered Zayla forward, smiling at her as his team finally put the flowers in her hands. The smile on their baby girl's face was enough to light up anyone's day.

"Hush, be grateful." Zaydaan murmured, smiling at his daughter who was now bouncing her leg and holding flowers.

Usually, school girls that were much older did this task, of presenting a bouquet to the head of state visiting their country. It was meant as a gesture of peace. But for the very first time, Zaydaan had actually wanted Zayla to do it.

Among all the negativity going around them, she was the only positive aspect of their life right now. He wanted to show the world that their rumours about his daughter not being his own daughter were utter trash. He loved and cherished her just the same.

"Did you find out about Awan's case against you?" Aaina suddenly asked him, Zaydaan wanted to roll his eyes.

Fuck Awan.

"I did. I'll handle it, don't worry." She leaned a little to his side, knowing that she hadn't been able to ask him anything lately. He had been way too busy.

"You have the money trail, right? You can prove where it came from."

Aaina didn't know from where this sudden questioning had come from but she just wanted answers and he was right there. He couldn't really storm out of here.

"I'll handle it, Aaina. I'm working on it." He replied, not really answering but answering the same.

"Are you sure?"

"I am." His tone was just as confident as it always was.

"Zaydaan." She whispered his name, frowning.

He let out a sigh, waving at the President with a smile.

He turned to his wife, still smiling.

"Don't let these frown lines show when you meet the Russian President. Come."

With that, both of them turned back to their official duties, forgetting about Awan and money trails and all the other shit that the world was throwing in their direction.

---

As the first lady arrived home after a long day, her first thought was to go to her daughter and spend some time with her. Even though she had seen Zayla in the morning at the airbase, a part of her still felt guilty for not even checking up on her after that.

The whole day had been quite busy, welcoming the Russian President and his delegation, getting them settled in the guest wing of the Prime Minister House, which itself was quite far away from their own personal space, eating lunch with them and then going to the foundation to meet up with another human rights activist from Germany, the entire day had been damn tiring.

She could not even imagine how tired Zaydaan must be right now, considering the fact that he had been up since six in the morning and still hadn't entered home.

Aaina also had an appointment with the doctor at this time. She had promised her husband that she would visit the doctor right away, she intended to keep that promise.

She was just about to go upstairs to find Zayla when she found Sana walking with her little girl towards the exit.

Aaina frowned.

"Sana, where are you going?" She questioned the woman, smiling at her daughter who quickly rushed towards her. Aaina bent down to greet her daughter, kissing her cheeks.

"Salam, Aaina baji. Kesi hain aap?"

Sana asked the first lady about her health, Aaina simply looked at her confused and gave her a hesitant smile.

"Main theek hoon. Zayla to mama ke paas nahi thi?" (I'm fine. Wasn't Zayla with mama?) She enquired.

Sana nodded without any hesitation.

"Jee. (yes) We were just playing. I thought we could go the gardens outside."

"Ahan. You know house workers are not allowed to take Zayla outside, no? Besides, I'm going to the doctor and she's going with me." Even though Sana was her favourite, Aaina knew that blind trust could lead to utter disasters.

"Okay. Should I get her ready?" Sana questioned, smiling at the both of them.

The first lady shook her head.

"No. She looks fine. Thank you." She bid Sana off, knowing that there was no point in going upstairs anymore.

She would rest once she reached home. Aaina ruffled her daughter's hair, chuckling at the way she groaned.

"Haan ji? Chalein?"

Her daughter only nodded, ready to go anywhere with her mother.

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She knew she was pregnant. She could feel it in her bones, she could feel it in the way her body had started to get affected, she could feel the way wooziness that was also there during the first pregnancy, the bloated stomach, the sudden nausea, the skipping of breakfast. She already had that feeling but the rush that came with the confirmation, it was something else.

The doctor had told her twice now, she was pregnant. She was expecting. Aaina didn't remember the last time she had squeezed her own daughter's hand for a sudden comfort.

She gulped, asking the doctor yet again.

"So I am pregnant?"

Dr Khanzi chuckled and nodded yet again, finding the first Lady's reaction quite amusing.

"Yes. You're four weeks along. Congratulations." She repeated her words yet again.

Aaina let out a deep breath, a wide smile spreading on her face.

"Thank you, doctor."

It had been such a long time since she had even thought of a good news, let alone get greeted by one. She loved Zayla, she loved babies, she loved motherhood. She loved the bond that developed within her in the nine months. She couldn't be more grateful to God. Zaydaan had wanted a baby, she had wanted a baby and God had listened to them.

Aaina bit her lip, thinking about all the ways she could tell Zaydaan. She didn't want to surprise him or anything since he already had an idea of her expecting, this time, she would just tell him in straight direct words.

Dr Khanzi wrote on her pad, talking to Aaina side by side.

"I'm prescribing you these medicines, you have to start taking them from today, alright?"

"You have to eat really well, Aaina. You're quite weak and I don't want you to stress over anything. It can be harmful for the baby."

Stress? Yeah, as if she was not going to stress. Stress came with the job of being Zaydaan's wife.

"Okay." She mumbled.

"And please don't ignore your vitamins. You remember what happened with this one, yeah?"

Ofcourse. She wasn't strong enough to have the baby easily, she had to go through several hours of utter pain.

"I do, doctor. I'll be good." She replied, taking the pad from the woman's hand and putting it in her bag.

Aaina stood up, shaking hands with the woman.

"Okay. Give the Prime Minister my heartiest congratulations." Aaina just smiled, thanking her doctor and leaving the room.

Alexander was right outside the doctor's office. Aaina hadn't told him anything but the happiness on her face was enough to tell him the good news.

He only smiled at her, not deeming it appropriate to congratulate her.

As they sat in the car and Sami bhai took a notice of her face, he also realised the good news. Aaina wanted to bury her face in embarrassment.

She shook her head at the two, chuckling herself as she dialled her husband's number.

Zaydaan didn't pick up for a few moments and when she was literally about to end the call with a groan, the phone connected, revealing her husband's deep voice.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" She asked in excitement. Was he home already?

"In a meeting. Why?" He seemed to be in such a hurry.

He hardly picked up her calls during meetings but with everything that had been going on lately, he had made it a habit to keep his phone with him.

"Uh nothing. Come home early tonight? I have to tell you something." Aaina replied, trying hard to contain her sudden glee.

She heard her husband say something over the phone, then he talked to her again.

"The results are positive?" She heard him question, Aaina rolled her eyes.

Leave it to him to ruin all the surprises.

"How did you even know that?" Aaina ashes, exasperated.

"Because I know everything." He mumbled, voice relatively low.

"Well?" She waited for his response.

"Congratulations." His voice was clipped and tight.

Again? He was giving such a reaction? Again?!

"Are you in a meeting so you can't express yourself or is that the only reaction you can give to me, just like the last time?" She enquired. Because she was going to yell her ass off this time if he actually reacted like that.

She heard him sigh over the phone.

"I am in a meeting, Miss." Miss? Aaina laughed.

"Okay. I'll wait for you at home."

"That would be perfect. We can negotiate then."

He ended the phone call. She just groaned.

Aaina was about to put her phone away in simple annoyance when her phone vibrated, indicating a message. She swiped across the screen, seeing a message from her husband.

Zaydaan. ❤️

To the woman who has my heart and my soul, once again, you have given me the happiness that can not be contained into words. I can just say that my feelings for you exceed day by day. I am glad you're mine, Aaina. And I'm glad Zayla will have another sister. You are no doubt my jaan. I will see you at home. All my love.

--

God, this man was her heart, her home and all hers. Aaina put the phone away with a smile, nothing but warmth and content in her heart.

The past two months had gone by in a blur, time taking its toll over them. Aaina had mostly been home, only tending to her work at the foundation for a few hours every day. Zaydaan had been quite careful with her as well, setting reminders on her phone to take her medicines, eat proper food and make sure to not exert herself.

He hadn't been able to pay his utmost attention ofcourse, there was way too many things on his plate. With personal, political and government problems, he hardly had time to spend with his wife.

But this Sunday, he had decided to stay at home and be with his wife. Yet, here she was, frustrating him.

"Aaina, it's been two months. The doctor told you that you need to eat more. Why don't you listen?" He questioned, pointing at the almost full plate.

She hadn't been able to keep her food down for long, she always threw up so she just tried to eat less than usual. That did not sit well with Zaydaan.

"I am eating more, Zaydaan. It's just the stress. What did the lawyer say?" She tried to justify herself, he simply sighed, picking up her vitamins from the side drawer and putting a glass of water in her hand.

"Stress is not good for you either. Here, take these." She took the medicine from his hand and gulped it down, looking at her husband who was still staring at her, pointing at the food.

She clicked her tongue.

"Tell me what the lawyer said. Please." She ate a small bite, seeing the frown disappearing from Zaydaan's face.

"The jury is going to form a decision tomorrow." He told her, his demeanour was way too relaxed for a man who could lose his everything.

She felt like throwing up.

"Oh God." She mumbled, he shook his head and sat down.

He picked up a small piece of chicken with a fork and put it near her mouth, she ate it.

"Don't worry. I gave them the entire money trail. Awan got misguided by his own team and now when they declare me clean, he is going to fall on his face." He explained to her.

She exhaled a sigh of relief. No wonder he was relaxed.

"Really?" He nodded.

"Yes. Judge Arshad already called and told me."

Aaina leaned over from the plate of food on her lap, balancing it so it wouldn't fall on the entire bed. She tightened her arms around his neck, happy.

"Oh Allah ka shukar, Zaydaan. Mujhe itna darr lag raha tha, aap soch bhi nahi sakte." (Oh Thank God. You have no idea how scared I was)

She heard her husband's chuckle, feeling his chest vibrate with the movement.

"Zaydaan Ziagil ki biwi ho kar bhi itna darrti ho, Aaina? Awan jese bauhat kutte milenge humain, pareshan hone ka koi fayda nahin." (How can you be the wife of Zaydaan Ziagil and still feel scared? We'll meet many dogs like Awan on our way in life, what's the point of stressing over it?)

She leaned back, staring at him.

"Buri feelings aajati hain, Zaydaan. Main kya karun." (The bad feeling come on their own, Zaydaan. What can I do?)

He shook his head with a gentle smile, kissing the top of her head.

"Ab kuch bura nahi hoga, Aaina. Sab Acha hoga." (Don't you worry. Everything's gonna be fine from now on.)

And she hoped and prayed that he was right.

----

@AlJazeera : Prime Minister Pakistan Zaydaan Ziagil sent over to National Accountability Bureau. The Prime Minister will remain under custody for two weeks. The news comes as a shock to the people.

@ARYNewsOfficial : Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil declared clean by the supreme Court, retaining his Prime Minister status. Sent to NAB for further inquiry. The PM will stay under NAB's custody for two weeks. The Prime Minister was snapped going to the National Accountability Bureau this morning.

Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil under NAB's custody for two weeks, still retains the PM status.

The court declared the Prime Minister's money trail to be clear but the certain doubts have led to the PM Ziagil being under NAB's custody. The Prime Minister still retains his status but if the National Accountability Bureau finds proof of corruption or money laundering, PM Ziagil will be declared disqualified by the courts. The PMO refused to give any statement until the enquiry is complete in two weeks. Prime Minister Ziagil will remain under custody for fourteen days. An interim arrangement has been made under which the party's vice chairman will take on the responsibility of a Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister himself walked into the National accountability bureau this morning, accompanied by his wife, first lady Aaina Zaydaan and father, former Prime Minister Idrees Ziagil. The first lady refused to give any statement as she hurriedly sat in the car, on the verge of tears. Former PM, Idrees Ziagil said that his son 'has been already declared clean by the supreme Court, he does not understand the Jury's decision of sending the PM to NAB custody but would not question the honorable judges.'

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Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil had left his home in the morning just like every other day. He had woken up, drank his cup of tea, kisses his wife's head and told her to not wake up just yet, he had looked at his daughter, entangled with her mother, he had smiled at the sight and left home.

He had entered the court, sat there as the jury read the entire decision. He made a quick prayer in his head when they declared him clean.

What he didn't expect was the announcement after wards. He knew that nothing would be more humiliating than having NAB officers arrest him so he had simply walked into the bureau office and greeted the officers, telling them that the Prime Minister was their guest for two weeks.

The media had gone into frenzy, so confused and conflicted by the court's decision..

Even that had not mattered to them. When Aaina had woken up the same morning, the dreadful news had been like a slap to her face.

She had rushed to the NAB office, bawling her eyes out but Ahad had stopped her.

She couldn't go. Not yet. They weren't allowed.

Three days had painfully gone by, the confusion, the hurt, the pain, the worry, everything taking a toll on her. She had laid in bed for three straight days, too tired of crying all the time.

She missed him.

She missed him so much.

Were their lives on the verge of getting ruined? Had Awan truly won?

Zaydaan had assured her that he had everything under control, then how could he be in custody right now?

On the other hand, the Prime Minister had not shut his eye for even a minute in the past three days. There was a tinge of fear in his heart, fear of losing everything he had worked so hard for, of losing the power that he had gained a long time ago.

He had given NAB all the answers that they needed, every paper trail, every penny that he had spent. Yet, they claimed that alot of time was left.

Three days later, Ahad took Aaina to meet Zaydaan. Three horrible days later, she had finally seen him, felt his touch, felt his scent.

The moment that she had entered, Zaydaan felt like she was an angel, there to comfort him, love him. He had pulled her into his embrace, kissing the top of her head, his arms around her waist, tightened. Her arms around his neck, breathing, inhaling.

He had asked her if she was taking care of herself, she had lied with a yes. He had wiped away her tears but they hadn't really gone away ever since she had entered the room.

Finally, he made her sit down on the sofa and sat on the edge of it himself, putting his thumb under her chin to make her look at him.

"Remember at the start of our marriage, our first time in my farmhouse. I told you 'when the time comes, be brave for me.' This is that time, Aaina. You have to be brave. For me, for yourself, for Zayla. Promise me?" These were the first real words he had said to her, clearly. There was a certain conviction in his voice that wasn't present before.

Aaina simply nodded.

"I promise."

"And promise me that if you ever feel that you are in danger, you won't risk yourself or our baby. Don't walk into any stupid traps by Saaniya or Awan. Be smart." He was trying to protect her, even from inside her.

"Zaydaan.." She didn't know if she could promise that. She had to take her chances, she had to atleast make an effort to save him.

"Promise me, please." She didn't want to promise him but his vulnerability got to her, the way he had said it, without any force, without any order, just because of pure love and worry, she couldn't help but nod her head.

"I do." She sniffed, feeling the tears come out again.

"You can't cry, alright? Don't cry."

"Everything is ruined, Zaydaan. Everything." She whispered, he shook his head and pulled her in, her head rested on his stomach as he put his hand around her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

"Sshh. It's okay. It's alright."

"It's not okay. Stop saying it's okay. You always have a plan, Zaydaan. Fix this."

He always had a plan. He always knew better. He was always a step ahead. Then how could this even happen?

"They fucked me over, Aaina. I don't know how he bought the judges but they fucked me over. " He said in a low voice, there were cameras all around the room, he count risk getting heard.

"Zaydaan.,

"Be brave for me, Aaina. You have to be brave for me." He repeated himself.

How could she be brave for him when he was not even with her?

"They took you and put you here even when you were innocent. How can the judiciary sell itself like that? You assured me that it won't happen."

"And I miss you. So much. I wake up and I look at the closet to see whether your suit is hanging or not, and nothing is there. It's only been three days, I know. But it feels like ages, Zaydaan." She cried.

He clicked his tongue, getting off from the arm of the sofa as he leaned down, sitting cross legged in front of her. On the floor. There was entire furnished room but he chose to sit there.

He cupped his wife's face.

"Acha bus, stop. Don't." As his hands cupped her face, she took a good look at his face, noticing the red eyes, the swollen lids.

"And you? You look like you haven't slept in weeks, your eyes are so red and swollen." She pointed out.

Zaydaan didn't care about his health right now.

"I'm fine. I'm okay. Take care of Zayla and tell her that baba will be home soon." He tried to make her feel better but Aaina just couldn't.

"When? When will baba be home? And which home, Zaydaan?"

She was expressing herself, to the point where she didn't care about breaking down in front of him. But what about him? Did she not understand the kind of torture he was going through?

"I understand your pain, Aaina. But what about me? All my life, I've had one dream..to be the Prime Minister. My dream might get snatched away from me. Do you think it is easy?"

He questioned, his voice so soft and so calm but it contained such a heaviness and such impact that Aaina felt her heart clench.

"I lie here all night, thinking about what I was and where I am." He admitted honestly, looking down.

"mujhe pata hai ke asaan nahi hai, mujhe ye bhi pata hai ke shayad ye log Mujh par koi naya ilzaam laga kar Mera sab kuch Mujh se cheen lain, mujhe lagta tha ke main Awan se humaisha ek step aage hoon, lekin aisa nahi tha. Usne us har cheez ko mere khilaaf istemaal kia, jis ko maine hi azaad karwaya tha. "

(I know it's not easy. I also know that these people might put a false case under my name. They might snatch away everything from me. I always thought I was a step ahead of Awan but I wasn't.)

Aaina gulped, squeezing his hand.

"Zaydaan.." She wanted him to look at her, she didn't want to see his grief. She wanted to see his anger, his dominance, she didn't want to see this side of him, it was too much. It hurt too much.

Zaydaan Ziagil looked up and gave her a sad smile.

"Bura waqt aaya hai, Aaina. Guzaarna parega."

(Our time is tough right now, Aaina. We have to get through it.)

"Acha waqt a jayega na?"

(But good times will be back, yes?)

She asked back, Zaydaan nodded. In his heart, he believed that once he got out of this mess, the next game would be his and his only. He would not let Awan pull any other shit.

But for that, he needed to get out of here, he needed that clearance.

"Yes. Only if you buckle up and fight my war for me. I'll be forever in your debt." Zaydaan told her.

She could do that. Her tears weren't worth anything if she didn't fight for him. She had to help him in every way that she could. She could cry all she wanted, she could break down as much as she wanted to, she could worry but at the same time, she had to fight.

"I love you. I'll fight for you. Tell me what to do. " She replied, without any hesitancy.

"Okay. I'll tell you but first, No more tears." He wiped her tears away, she nodded smiling.

"Say it back then." She murmured, he let out a laugh.

"I love you more than you know, meri jaan."

The way he said it, eyes looking at her with all the love in the world, mouth turned into a smile, face relaxed, all his attention on her, that pride on his face. She just, she couldn't.

She let out a deep sigh.

"Ab aise kyun bola? Mera jaana mushkil kar diya yahan se." (Now why did you say it like that. You made it difficult for me to leave this place.)

She complained. He frowned.

"You told me to say it back." He stated. Aaina nodded, pulling at his hand.

"You'll be fine, hmm?" Zaydaan Ziagil could survive anything.

"As long as you're brave." He replied.

"I'll be brave. Now tell me what I have to do." He leaned into her ear, whispering for a long time. She put her arms around him once again as he spoke.

She absorbed all the things that he told her to do, to say, to act upon, while she remained in his embrace for a very long time.

"Okay. I got it." She said in his ear, he didn't pull away from the embrace but he moved his head back, seeing those swollen, teary eyes.

"I want you to leave this place with a smile, not with tears." He said it like an order, she feigned a smile.

"Now go." He ushered her to leave, Aaina didn't have the heart to.

She put her hands on his chest, looking at him. Her head moved forward as she neared her lips to his, breathing out.

"Just, please." She whispered, he gulped.

"There are cameras watching." He reminded her.

"I don't care."

She didn't exactly kiss him, he didn't exactly kiss her but for the next few moments, their lips touched like feathers, their hands were squeezed together and all they could hear was the sound of their own heart beats.

----

As the wave of sadness passed away, Aaina remembered what she had to do.

Step one. Get your mother out of my house.

She remembered the words of her husband. She had to get her mother to leave. She could not even look at her mother's face anymore.

She was a vile evil woman. There was nothing that Aaina could do to fix that.

Her anger was out on the surface after a long time, she hadn't felt this guy wrenching anger since so long. She didn't care who watched, who said what, thought what. All she cared about was the fact that her own mother was involved in Awan's schemes, her mother was very well the reason Zaydaan could lose everything.

She didn't care about getting her mother's love anymore. Her husband's love was enough.

She entered her mother's room without even knocking, as usual, she was on the phone.

"Get out. Get the fuck out of my house." She swore, she didn't care right now.

Fuck being nice. Fuck being polite to the people who screwed me over, who screwed my husband over.

Aaina opened her mother's closet, throwing the clothes out of them. The shock on her mother's face was enough to show how she felt.

She had not expected her daughter's anger. Had they not made up? Had she not talked it out with her?

Before her own mother could say anything, Safina Ziagil heard the shuffling and the noise, she entered the room, gasping as she saw her daughter in law.

"Aaina, ye kya kar rahi ho beta? Ye tumhari ammi hain, is tarah nahi karo. In se baat karo, samjhao inko."
(What are you doing? She's your mother. Talk to her, explain to her.)

Aaina didn't understand how Safina Ziagil had the heart to even suggest that. If this was Ahad, she would have slammed the woman and kicked her out of the house. But when it came to Zaydaan, she thought all about rationality and manners.

Aaina didn't budge.

"Nahi mama. Don't. Ye maa hoti hai? Inho ne kabhi maa ban kar mere liye kuch kia hi nahi. Humesha us Awan ke liye kiya. Mujh se ab bardasht nahi hoga, mama."

(No, mama. Don't. Is this how a mother is supposed to be? She has never done anything for me as a mother. She always did everything for Awan. I can't bear this anymore.)

She tried to control the choked sob that wanted to leave her mouth and she felt so shaky because of that but she kept going, kept throwing the clothes out of the closet.

"Meri zindagi, meri khushiyan, sab daav par laga hua hai aur ye yahan Beth kar, mere hi ghar main, plannings karti hain. Jis Awan se baat karti hain na, us ke paas hi jayein."

(My life. My happiness. Everything is on the verge of getting lost and she is sitting her, planning and plotting. She should go to Awan, the man that she talks to, the man that she schemes with.)

"Allah ki kasam hai ammi, ayenda mujhe apni shakal mat dikhayega. Main thak gai hoon, khud ko samjha samjha kar ke aap theek ho jayengi. "

(Swear on God, mother. Don't show me your face again. I am tired, I am tired of explaining to my own self that one day you will be fine. You'll stop this."

Zaydaan had not told her to say all those things, he had just told her that he didn't want to see the woman in his house anymore. This was all Aaina.

"Mere liye Mera Zaydaan hi sab kuch hai. Aap kuch nahi hain. Kyun ke aap ko na Mujh se pyaar hai aur na hi meri parwah."

(Zaydaan is everything for me, You're not. Because you don't love me and neither do you care about me.)

She yelled. Her mother had tears in her eyes, seeing Aaina like that, it shocked her to no ends.

"Aaina, please." She pleaded.

"Aap jaana chahti thi na yahan se? Bus. Nikal jayein. Aur laanat bhejain Mujh par, Saira par aur affan par. Apne bachon ka nahin, apne badle ka sochain."

(You wanted to leave, right? Fine. Leave. And don't give a rat's ass about me, Saira or Affan. Don't think about your children, think about your revenge.)

She threw the very last remaining clothes and then turned to the dressing, throwing her essentials on the bed.

"My husband did not kill my father. He did not kill your husband. He had no reason to. Father was killed by the right hand man of Awan Chaudhry, Ilzaam Qaiser. You can ask him, he will deny ofcourse. But I don't even care at this point. I am done with you, mama. So fucking done."

She was breathing so hard, anger and frustration that had been pent up inside of her was finally coming out.

When Ahad arrived after hearing the commotion, he felt so worried for Aaina. His brother had repeatedly asked him to take care of her and be with her, every step of the way, yet here she was.

"Aaina, bus kar do. Aap jayein yahan se." (Aaina, stop it. Please go from here)

He tried to get Aaina to stop, asked the woman who claimed to be Aaina's mother to leave but she was still stood there, too shocked to move.

"No! Koi beech main nahin ayga. Apna samaan bandhein."

(No. No one will interfere. Pack your bag.)

She warned, Ahad grabbed her hand pulling her towards him.

"Aaina, Idhar ao."

"Leave my hand, Ahad." She glared at him through the tears.

"Stop." He whispered.

"No! Tell her to leave." She exclaimed.

Ahad felt the woman pick a bag, he saw her putting the clothes in it with an urgency.

"She is leaving. You can not do this. You will hurt your baby." He whispered in her ear, careful. He didn't want the woman to know this too.

And she felt like crying all over again. Her heart hurt. Everything was at stake here. Her own mother, it was pathetic.

"Aaina, ssh. Bhai ne kaha hai na bura waqt hai, guzaarna parega. Lekin Acha waqt bhi ayega."

(Bhai said that times are tough, we have to get through them. But good times will come back.)

"My heart feel like it's going to burst, Ahad. When can I go see him again?"

"You can't. The first time was hard enough. Come on, it's just ten more days." He pulled at her hand, walking her outside the room.

"It feels like a century." She admitted.

"Go to your room and sleep. No more crying and no more raising your blood pressure." He resembled Zaydaan so much in that moment, so authoritative yet so worried.

"I can't." He understood why.

She couldn't go to her room and sleep there, all alone. Ahad nodded.

"Okay. Why don't you sleep in the living room and I will sit by your side." He suggested next. Aaina

"Ahad, I'll be okay. Go to Noora." She said out of courtesy.

All she truly wanted right now was the support of her best friend. She had to get through this and it had to be with him.

"You're my best friend. You're in pain. I want to be with you." Ahad replied, leading her towards the living room.

Tomorrow, they would do whatever was necessary. Tomorrow, they would not hesitate in fucking up the people who had screwed over their family.

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LONG CHAPTER RIGHT?

THOUGHTS?

5 TO 7 CHAPTERS ARE LEFT BTW.