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In this chapter we have sad Aaina, dramatic aaina, angry aaina, beautiful Zaydaan and a little more drama💁‍♂️😂

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@ARYNewsOfficial : First Lady Aaina Zaydaan gets emotional while talking to the media about the Prime Minister's sudden arrest and all the dirty secrets of the political world.

@PakistanPublicParty :  First lady Aaina Zaydaan will give exclusive details about Zaydaan Ziagil's sudden arrest, political rivalry and injustice against the Ziagil family. Watch live on ARY News tonight at eight.

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Aaina x Zaydaan.

Jaleena Shakeel in conversation with First Lady Aaina Zaydaan, live on ARY news, airing now.

Jaleena :

"Why don't you start tell us that how long has this been going on and how much have you faced as a woman and as a person of influence? How hard has it been for you as the Prime Minister's wife and how have the past few days been for you?"

Aaina :

It has been incredibly hard. It is not at all easy, knowing that some people's bad plans and schemes can lead others into serious mess.

Jaleena :

How did it all start?

Aaina :

It all started the day that I got married. I did not notice but this entire agenda had started from that very day. Awan has been a rival when it comes to politics and that was okay, there are no friendships in politics but the water has clearly reached above our heads and we have had enough.

Jaleena :

When you say that you have had enough, it comes from a place of well, suffering. How do you explain that?

Aaina :

It had not been a year since our marriage when he tried to kill my husband. He sent three shooters into the Prime Minister house and tried to get him killed. Fortunately we were all safe, filed an FIR against him and the court declared him guilty but he only got a 5 year jail. I know that it is a heinous crime to say anything against the court but do people not see what the judiciary is doing?

Jaleena :

Sexual assault, murder, corruption, the Prime Minister has been accused of alot. You're saying that Awan Chaudhry is behind it?

Aaina :

Yes, exactly. He got out of prison and he started again. He got my husband accused of sexual harassment, his own sister accused my husband of such a disgusting act and she was later caught lying, cheating and manipulating the court.

She basically thrashed the image of a Prime Minister but she still did not get a single day of jail. We still remained quiet because we had faith in the judicial system of the country.

When my husband made sure that the judiciary was no where connected to the government, he did not know that his decision would come and hurt him.

When Awan's sexual harassment plan did not work, he tried several other ways. One of them literally included trying to turn my own mother against my husband and claiming that my husband was the reason my father was murdered. We have actual proofs that it was his right hand man who killed my father. Awan Chaudhry got my father killed.

Jaleena :

These are some serious allegations, don't you think?"

Aaina :

We have proof. Do you think that the Prime Minister's wife would be sitting on a live show and lying?"

Moving on, when that plan did not work, he filed a case against my husband on charges of money laundering and falls money trail. My husband was honest and he gave the entire details of each and every penny, we have nothing to hide.

Jaleena :

The court's decision has been a wide topic on the media, several analysts can not even understand it. How do you feel about that?

Aaina :

The court declared him clean but also referred him to NAB for further enquiry. Does that make any sense? why would the National Accountability Bureau question a Prime Minister when his entire money trail has been declared clean?

I have sat in my home for the past week and just cried. I am not ashamed to admit that.

Jaleena :

I can understand how hard it is for you. Do you need some water?

Aaina :

No, thank you. I'm sorry about that, I don't want to cry on national television. I am done crying. I promised my husband that I would be brave for him, I am being brave for him.

Jaleena :

You have met the Prime Minister once. Did he have any message for the people of the country?

Aaina :

Yes. His and my message are the same. It is my request to the people of my country, you have seen the lengths that Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil has gone through to ensure a better future for all of us. Please stand for him and stand for what is right.

People like Awan Chaudhry are not worth even living in this country. They will never let it progress and prosper.

I have a little girl waiting at home for her father and justice demands that his custody ends right now because his entire money trail is very very clean.

Jaleena :

You have never really been political when it comes to you, why did you come out with all this information just now?

Aaina :

I have never been political because I did not feel the need for it. Now, the most clean justice systems are turning against their own Prime Minister, it is high time that the first lady also turns a little political.

Jaleena :

There is so much anger in your heart. It must have been very hard for you to hold it all in since all this time?

Aaina :

I had patience and belief. I still have patience but I am slowly losing faith over our so-called independent organisations

Jaleena :

Don't you think that your allegations can be used by the people that support your party that support the government to do something very irrational?

Aaina :

What would that be? They would come out on the streets to support their Prime Minister? People are power, Shaista. And people know who their Prime Minister is.

They know that if their Prime Minister cannot be served justice, how will they ever have it?

Jaleena :

So you are saying that you will have no problem in supporting the people if they come out on the streets?

Aaina :

I think, the public can do whatever they want to do if the Prime Minister is not released on Monday.

Jaleena :

Thank you so much. We hope that the decision on Monday turns out in your favor and in the country's favour.

Aaina Zaydaan got done with the interview and got off the studio, standing by Alexander who was helping her with a few files where as Sami bhai was getting her car prepared.

She waited inside a room as Alexander stood on her side, talking to her about how good the interview had gone, she had done well, really well.

They were still talking when the door opened without a knock and her bodyguard stiffened, his hand on his gun.

"You have no idea what you did. You are nothing but a spoilt little trophy wife." The man who she hated the most in the entire world was right in front of her.

The last time she had seen him, there was some sort of crazy smirk on his face but this time, all there remained was sheer anger.

His eyes were red with rage and clearly Aaina's interview had maddened him.

His anger made her more pissed than she initially felt. The fucking audacity of this man. He

"Get the hell out of my face." She warned him, the mere face of this man disgusted her to no ends.

"How dare you talk to me like that? I am going to be a Prime Minister in the future and you just lost your chance of becoming the first lady by outing me like that."

Maybe, he was not just cruel but crazy too. The lust for power had maddened him. Did he really think that he would become the Prime Minister? And have her as his first lady?

"I am already a first lady. If you don't leave right now, I will ask Alexander to shoot you." She threatened, Alexander almost felt like chuckling. This woman looked like the most innocent, unharmful, anti violence woman on the planet and she had literally threatened Awan so easily.

Awan threw Alexander a look.

"He would not dare." He smirked at his man.

"I would. Protocol says so." Alexander replied, putting on his stoic face.

"First, you turn your mother against me. Then, you tell the media everything. You do realise that all of this is only going to aid to your husband suffering even more?" Awan continued talking to Aaina, not even bothering to think about the gun that Alexander now held in his hand.

"Alexander," She took his name, he loaded the gun.

"I am ready when you are." He said back, pointing the gun at Awan.

For a moment, Awan gulped.

"I am leaving. Enjoy your solitude because I'm sending Zaydaan Ziagil to hell."

He wanted to get the last words before leaving but Aaina didn't feel scared by his words any more, infact, she responded in the very same tone.

"That is exactly what your life is going to be."

"I should have recorded your arguments and leaked it to the whole damn world. This supportive husband wife facade would have washed away." He mumbled, Aaina scoffed at that.

Did he not care that a gun was pointed at his head?

"It's good that we changed rooms then. Right? It must be nice to hear my daughter's random stories. She's cute that way." Aaina replied.

"You think that by giving one interview and finding out that I got your room bugged, you're close to victory?"

Aaina was done, she didn't want to reply to this man any longer.

"Alexander, if this man does not leave in the next ten seconds, you can shoot him. He's a threat to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

Awan simply shook his head and left the room.

She missed Zaydaan. He would have fucked Awan over for even talking to his wife.

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She was coped up in the living room, eyes half closed as she stared at the television screen that kept showing her interview over and over again in the headlines, the words exclusive, breaking, important, running on every channel.

She felt so angry and yet so damn sad, she was trying, Ahad was trying and yet she didn't feel like they were doing enough. They still hadn't found out the weaknesses of all those people who had wronged Zaydaan, of why they were working with Awan and how much money had they received from the Chaudhrys.

Ahad was truly trying so hard but it still was not enough. They needed to do something and they needed to do it quick. Several thoughts rushed through her head, her mind came up with all kinds of negative thoughts and she just didn't know how they would pass through this phase of their life.

She was about to close her eyes and just sleep for a while, pretend that everything was peaceful but her mother in law entered the room.

She was the last person Aaina wanted to see today.

"Aaina, love. Have you eaten something?" As usual, Safina Ziagil was sweet and kind, concerned for her daughter in law.

"No, mama. I'm fine, thanks." She replied in a curt manner. She didn't have any energy to yell and the woman was Zaydaan's mother.

Zaydaan wouldn't like it if she said anything wrong to her, he respected his mother. Aaina didn't know if Zaydaan loved her or not but he respected her. She didn't want to disrespect the woman that Zaydaan respected.

"Do you want to talk?" Her mother in law asked, she shook her head.

"Yes. But not to you. I'm sorry." She apologised, trying to get her to leave. Instead, her mother in law sat on the sofa by her side.

"Kya hua hai Aaina? Aap Mujh se naraaz ho beta?" She asked Aaina whether she was mad at her or not. Aaina didn't want to lie.

"Jee, mama," She mumbled.

"Aur wo kyun? Maine to aap ko humaisha apni khoyi hui beti ki tarah maana hai." (And why is that? I have always considered you my long lost daughter.)

Aaina knew that. Safina Ziagil had always been like a mother, not like a mother in law. She loved that about the woman but today, she didn't love that about her.

"Kyun ke aap mere shohar se pyaar nahi karti. Aap mujhe apni beti maanti hain lekin apne sage bete ko apna beta nahin maanti."

(Because you don't love my husband. You consider me as your daughter but you don't consider your own son as your son..)

She complained. She heard the sigh of the woman, heard the way her mother in law cleared her throat.

"Some matters are more complicated than you think. Zaydaan hardly cares that I am his mother." She said with a bitter chuckle.

Aaina shook her head, looking at the woman.

"He is a man in his forties. What else do you expect from him? He couldn't remain the boy who wanted a mother's love." She defended, continuing.

"If Ahad was in Zaydaan's place, you would have been on a prayer mat, begging Allah to keep your son safe. But this is Zaydaan, so you act like everything is fine and walk around the house like it's a normal day." She didn't care if her voice got loud. She had wanted to avoid this but Safina Ziagil hadn't left and Aaina just said what she had buried in her heart.

"Aaina, it's not like that." She whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder. Aaina didn't shake it off.

"Uncle Idrees is so cunning, so manipulative but I have so much respect for him. He is at an age where he should rest, yet he hasn't stayed home a single day, he's always out there, trying to do something to help his son."

Aaina had never respected the man before but now, she respected him more than ever. No wonder Zaydaan loved his father, even when he hated him, even when he didn't agree with him, there was unconditional love in his heart for that man.

"I know you lost your daughter when she was very little, the thought of losing Zayla is enough for me to imagine the pain that you must have gone through but after losing your daughter, you should have been more in love with your only son at that time." Aaina explained, shaking her hand off finally.

"You deliberately lost your son." She accused. Safina Ziagil feigned a blank face this time and then gave a smile, as if nothing had happened.

"You should eat something." She suggested, voice soft. Aaina clicked her tongue in utter annoyance.

"How do you even do that? How do you act like the words I said to you didn't affect you even an inch? How can you be so heartless for your own son?" She questioned, not understand the woman any more.

"Stop it, Aaina."

Aaina sighed, moving away to sit at a distance.

"Please, just leave. I respect you, I love you but I am done acting like your coldness towards Zaydaan doesn't affect me." She told the woman, her mother in law looked hurt. Aaina felt guilty but at the same time, she didn't.

"Aaina, whatever Zaydaan and I have is between us. It doesn't have to affect you."

"But it does. So please, I can't deal with you right now. Just go." She requested, Safina Ziagil stood up.

"I am your mother, I want to be there for you." She tried, Aaina wiped a tear away.

"No. You are Zaydaan's mother first. Be there for him and it would be the best thing you could do for me."

Safina Ziagil left the living room but made sure to talk to Ahad. She didn't want Aaina to feel stressed, she wanted her to eat for the sake of her baby and if Aaina was not able to do that in her presence, maybe she would do it in Ahad's.

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"Aaina. Just eat something." It wasn't that Aaina didn't want to eat, she just felt like throwing up.

"Ahad, don't. I'll just puke if I put something near my mouth. You don't know how I'm feeling." She replied, pushing the plate away.

Ahad rolled his eyes.

"You're a mature woman. You promised bhai that you would be brave and here you are." He stated, Aaina didn't say anything.

"You promised him, Aaina. It's just three more days." He tried.

Three more days? How disappointed would Zaydaan feel knowing that his wife hadn't been able to do anything?

"Three more days until NAB decides to prolong the custody, submit a fake money trail or add more shit to Zaydaan's name. And what have we done so far? Nothing productive." She snapped.

Ahad didn't like this negativity.

"Or they will let him go. He is clean. He has given them all they wanted to see. And we're doing things that will have good results. Trust me." He talked to her, putting the plate in front of her yet again, Aaina frowned at him.

"My positivity level is really low right now. I just want everything to be the way it was." She uttered, staring at his phone.

"Have your men called you yet?"

"No. They're still finding out."

Ugh.

She put her hands on her face, almost ready to scream out loud and get this frustration out of her.

"Aaina." Ahad called out her name, shaking her.

"Hmm?"

"Your phone is ringing."

She picked up the call without even looking at the screen. Journalists, analysts, anchors, lawyers, barristers, suddenly everyone was calling on her private number, just to hear her comment on whatever was going on. She wanted to throw her phone away but the lock screen was a picture of her, Zaydaan and Zayla. It reminded her of the happier times, so she couldn't do it.

She spoke through the phone, without even hearing who it was.

"Hello. I have no comment about the recent situation. Kindly don't call me again." She said in a monotone voice, and then she heard it.

"Aaina."

He breathed out.

He said her name like it was his to take. Like it was the only name that mattered.

"Zaydaan.." She whispered, eyes widening and tears pooling at the corner of her eyes as she heard his voice.

"Oh my God. Zaydaan, aap kese hain? Aap theek hain na?"

She asked him how he was, she didn't even know how he was calling her but she figured that he was a Prime Minister, he must have his ways even in custody.

"Main theek hoon. Tum theek ho?"

He said he was okay, he sounded okay, but somehow, his voice seemed so distant, so damn sad that Aaina could not help but cry.

She tried not to let it show, she tried to keep herself from crying, she put her hand on her mouth so he wouldn't hear her. But he did.

Because he could feel her, he understood her and he knew she was going through a hard time.

"Aaina, stop." He whispered, she tried to stop.

"Aaina..please." He pleaded.

Zaydaan never pleaded.

"Don't cry, please. I'm fine, I promise you that I am okay." He tried to assure her as she took some deep breaths to calm herself down.

"I miss you. Please, just." She took another deep breath, hearing him sigh over the phone.

"I told you to be brave." He spoke.

"I can't be brave without you." She admitted.

He didn't believe that.

"Yes, you can. I saw your interview, Aaina. You did good."

"It's not enough though. I need you."  She mumbled, sniffing.

"I am right here. I know you and Ahad are doing what I told you to do. But I need you to do something else for me." Upon hearing that there was a purpose behind his call, she straightened her posture, pushing back her emotions and nodding, attentively.

"Anything." She said with urgency.

"Tell Alexander that he needs to make all the necessary arrangements." Aaina scowled, looking at Ahad.

Alexander? Arrangements?

"What arrangements?" She asked, confused.

"I can not tell you right now. Just do it, okay?"

At this point, he could ask her to jump and she would jump.

"Okay. I will tell him." She assured him, she would tell Alexander right away.

"Good. I don't want you to cry again, do you understand me?" Finally, she heard the Zaydaan that she was so used to hearing, the confident, the protective Zaydaan that she loved so dearly.

"I do."

"I will be home soon." He said next.

"Okay. I love you." She mumbled.

"Mhmm." He still teased her, even in this disastrous situation, he still managed to tease her.

Aaina groaned.

"Zaydaan." She took his name, annoyed.

Zaydaan Ziagil laughed over the phone and she felt like her entire heart would burst out of the sudden overwhelmth.

This man was her entire damn world.

"Words can not describe how much I ache to see you right now. I love you, meri jaan." He whispered over the phone and hung up.

Aaina sat there for a moment, dazed.

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If it wasn't for the political training that his father and brother had given him through the years, Ahad Ziagil would have smacked the man across his face, punched him a few times and gotten rid of the frustration he felt towards him.

This man was supposed to be there for the help of innocent people, he was appointed just to provide justice to the ones who needed it, yet here he was, sitting in an air conditioned room with his bald head and his fat belly.

Aaina did not even bother to greet the man as he stood up, saying Salam to the first lady and then shaking Ahad's hand.

Ahad squeezed it a little too tight.

"Ahad Sahab, my heartiest congratulations."

"Cut the crap. What are you congratulating me for? For replacing my brother for two weeks?" He snapped.

The judge pressed his lips together, sitting back.

"Time is uncertain right now." He replied.

Ahad couldn't help but slam his hand on the table, startling the man.

"The thing is that all your little friends at the national accountability bureau, we had a little chat with them and we came to know that they are actually working on your orders." Ahad started off, seeing the changed expression on the judge's face.

"So obviously, we had to to get a little background check on you." Aaina added, glaring at the man.

"Turns out, you have received around 17 million dollars divided in 15 accounts under false names. Now as you said, I am a Prime Minister right now, so I used a little bit of my contacts and got all the CCTV footages of you meeting with our very dear friend Awan Chaudhry." Sarcasm and taunts rolled off his tongue but the anger that he held inside of him, it was on another level.

"You are on his payroll. It's all about money. It always is." He spat.

"Now what you have to do judge sahab, you will call your friends at a NAB, tell them to declare my brother clean and I will let this go." He continued.

"If you don't, I will expose all your false accounts, you taking bribe and you meeting up with the man of the hour, Awan Chaudhry. And yes, I also have the footage where you tell him not to worry about Maria Bibi's murder. You'll drag it for years." Ahad threatened.

Four days of fucking research and he had found out all the dirty secrets.

"You can not threaten me." The judge rasped out.

"My brother made sure that no one could threaten you. He declared you non-political, talked about justice and equality, got you paid more than what you people deserved and you people bit him back in the ass."

Aaina had never seen him so scary.

"So yes, we are threatening you. We will also blackmail you." Ahad didn't stop there, telling him that he had all the dirty laundry over his jury friends as well and that he needed to tell them what to do.

Ahad turned towards Aaina, squeezing her hand.

"I would have forgiven you, you know. But my bhabhi over here, she's like a woman possessed these days. She will expose you just the way she exposed Awan on live TV. Social media check kia hai aap ne? Arrest Awan Chaudhry has been trending for days now. Internationally, people are getting involved. "

That was true.

Aaina and her television appearance had caused a havoc. Zaydaan was right. People were power and it was the world of mass communication. They didn't need to be dirty behind closed doors right now, they just needed to be clean in front of the whole world.

"Wouldn't it be so nice to have your name in one of those trends?" Aaina asked him, the man shook his head.

"I will call them and tell them what to do. I have a family, I did it for my family." He tried to justify himself.

"The Prime Minister has a family too. Did you not think about that?" She shot back at him, he lowered his head.

He was not ashamed. He was just scared.

"I am sorry." He apologised yet again.

Ahad Ziagil stood up.

"We will see what we have to do with your apology when you make sure to get my brother out of there along with a statement where the judiciary admits it's mistake. Tell your judge friends to not shit on my brother's reputation."

He elaborated, the judge only nodded.

Everyone thought Ahad Ziagil was a kind, charming and sweet man. No one knew that he could be ruthless as well.

"Okay. Okay." He agreed.

"Good. That's all. " He mumbled with a smirk, still holding onto his best friend's hand as they left the air conditioned room, walking towards their car with satisfaction in their heart.

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Thoughts? Was Aainas behavior towards her mother in law right?

Would ya'll be really mad if I killed someone in the story? Like a major character?