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When her father dies and he's the one to tell her that.

Aaina followed him quietly, not asking any questions as he closed the door. She waited and waited, but Zaydaan didn't say much. Finally, she burst out.

"You know you're scaring me, what happened?!"

He took her hand in his, then made her sit on the small chair.

"Sit." He muttered, his right hand reached out to touch her neck, as he rubbed it up and down.

It was a gesture meant to comfort her, she knew.

"Tell me." She demanded, or pleaded. He couldn't differentiate.

He let out a sigh.

She was finally happy. She was finally so fucking happy. She shouldn't even feel sad about it, he was a pathetic man but she knew that it would affect her, she would feel lost.

He was her father. No matter what.

He knew that there was no beating around the Bush, no preparing her for it. So he simply said it out loud.

"It's your father, Aaina. Someone shot him in Malaysia." He could feel the sudden tension in the air, the gulp of in throat, the sudden frown, the pale cheeks.

She shivered against him, not even knowing how to react at all. What to say? Is he okay? Tell me he's not dead? Where is he?

"What? Oh My God. Is he okay?" Aaina questioned, managing to push the bile down her throat as she expectantly looked at her husband, waiting for an answer.

Zaydaan looked down for a moment before he knew that he had to give her a direct answer. There was no other way.

"The injuries were very critical, he couldn't survive." He said it out loud.

"Your father's dead, Aaina." He repeated himself.

All he could feel was the cold sweat on his wife's face and how she put her head against his chest, not saying anything at all.

@SamaaNewsOfficial : First Lady's father dies in Malaysia. Funeral to be held today in Prime Minister House, Islamabad.

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When he holds her in his arms and tells her he's her family.

There was no better feeling than being in his arms, being held against him as you thought about all that had happened. There was no better feeling than him holding you, as if he was joining each and every piece of you that might have the chance to break.

Being in his hold, it was like home for Aaina.

Shockingly for even himself, Zaydaan felt the same way about her. The Prime Minister looked at the clock, the only sound that could be heard around the entire room, in the pin drop silence, he could only feel her rapid breathing and the ticking of the clock.

The clock reminded him that he had a cabinet meeting in an hour and the woman he held against him reminded him that he was a husband too, he had a duty towards her. He had to be with her, in sickness and in health, in grief and in joy.

He knew she was awake and she was thinking..oh she was thinking way too much.

"Aaina." He whispered her name, she visibly shivered.

"Hmm?" She hummed, as if she was in a deep ocean of thoughts.

"Okay?" Zaydaan enquired, just mumbling if she was okay..nothing more.

If she wasn't feeling okay, she would tell him. That was how it had been for a while now.

"I don't know, Zaydaan." She said in a quiet, hushed tone. He tightened his grip on her, his chin on her head now.

"Tell me." His voice was still filled with sleep but Aaina knew that he was paying complete attention.

"I feel sad and a little hollow but at the same time, I don't feel like I lost some thing. And I feel so guilty because of that." She admitted.

She hadn't been able to admit this out loud, not even to herself. But with Zaydaan, either things were way too easy or way too complicated..there was no in between.

The Prime Minister understood his first Lady's dilemma.

He placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head, waiting a moment to find the right words to say.

"Look, your father.. He abandoned you since a very long time and you had all these years to fill out that missing piece. Now that he's actually gone, you don't feel too different because he wasn't here at all." He explained.

Aaina couldn't argue with that. He was right.

"I guess so. My brother is arriving for the funeral with our uncle and he'll leave immediately, feels like my entire family is broken and I don't feel bad because.." She trailed off, stopping at the very last word.

"Because?" He repeated her, asking her to say it without any fear or any judgement.

"Because I don't think they're my actual family anymore. Saira is my family but mother, she's..i don't even know."

She was confused right now. Zaydaan knew it was better not to confuse her even further, he just wanted her to feel okay for now.

"It's gonna be okay, everything is going to be okay." He consoled.

She leaned back against him.

"Yeah, I hope so."

She mumbled, turning around to face him. His hands reached out to touch her waist, as she looked at him.

"Do you have to go to the office after this?" She asked, silently hoping he would say no.

"It's important." He said instead.

"What if I want you to stay?" She asked next. Zaydaan let out a sigh.

"Aaina." An actual pout formed on her face and she looked away.

"Please." She whispered, putting her head on his chest.

She needed him right now. She was what mattered right now.

"Fine, okay. I'll stay." He agreed.

The couple stayed quiet for a while after that before Zaydaan called her name.

"Aaina.."

"Hmm?"

"You don't feel like they're your family because you already have a family, one that you made yourself." He explained, trying to erase the slight confusion.

At first, he wanted her to figure it out on her own but seeing her so disappointed and guilty, he wanted to put her thoughts at ease.

"Yeah.."

He lifted her chin up with his finger, eyes staring at her as she stared back.

"I'm your family." He stated.

And he really was her family.

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AainaZaydaan.

They call me the first lady and I love the title. A mother, a wife and a humanitarian. Love and positivity only 🌸

@AainaZaydaan : Life is unpredictable and painful at times. What truly matters is that you stay strong and surround yourself with the best people. Once again, thank you for remembering me in your prayers. I could not be more grateful ❤️

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When he gets accused of harassment and has to tell his wife.

Zaydaan felt uncomfortable under the creepy stare of his own wife. It wasn't the 'I love you' stare that he was so used to, it was the 'I'm trying to find what the hell is going on' stare.

"Aaina..," He took her name very softly, like he was singing a sweet song.

His wife looked at him properly.

"Hmmm.." She hummed.

"This is me noticing you staring at me like a maniac." He stated. Aaina nodded.

Right.

He was always so blunt with his words that his wife had learned a thing or two from him. She questioned him directly.

"What had you so worried?" She asked, Zaydaan took a sip of his tea and shook his head.

"It's nothing," He shrugged her off, standing up as he put his tea back on the table and walked towards his closet, he took off his suit, picking an off white shalwar kameez to sleep in, at night.

Aaina followed him inside the dressing room, her arms crossed against her chest as she leaned against the wall.

She let out a sigh.

"Zaydaan, you have to tell me these things." She said softly, he looked at her as well, eyes tender and tired but so loving towards his wife.

Sometimes, it was so hard to believe it all for her. This man had caused her the utmost pain and here he was, looking at her like she was the most precious person to him, seeing her like she was the only one to be seen, holding her every night, standing by her side with her hand in his.

Zaydaan knew that he had to share it all with her, Aaina would find it out soon anyway but at the same time, he just didn't want to tell her.

"I know I do. I just don't want to, Aaina."

Upon hearing his explanation, she could not help but frown. What even?

"You know I'm really done with this act of yours where you don't tell me shit because you think I can not handle it." She said, voice coming out angrier than she had thought.

Zaydaan clenched his jaw, his own eyes fixed in a glare.

"Language, Aaina." He warned.

She groaned, pulling at his hand.

"I'm not a baby, Zaydaan. Tell me." She insisted, yet again.

Zaydaan contemplated. He wanted to tell her but she'd worry for something that she had no control over, what was the point then?

At the same time, the amount of time Aaina spent on social media, there was no way in hell that she would not get to know.

Heck, some journalist would call her up tomorrow morning and rant all about it.

"Okay. Don't react. Theek hai?"

He put his hands on her shoulder. He wasn't worried that she would doubt him, he was just feeling weird even talking about it. All his life he had never been accused of such a thing, and now, with a daughter and a wife, at an age that was deemed respectful, he was being accused of this bullshit.

"A woman just accused me of sexual harassment on social media and apparently she's filing a case against me." Aaina pushed his hands away, putting both of her hands on her mouth as she gasped.

"You're joking." She mumbled, eyes in utter shock.

Zaydaan felt angry at her statement. Or at the entire situation if he was being honest.

"You fucking think I'd joke about something like that?"

"Zaydaan!" She exclaimed, not even knowing what to say at all.

"Do you know that woman?" She rambled out all the questions she had in her mind.

"No." He denied.

"Who is she?" She still asked.

"I don't know."

"Zaydaan." She took his name again, as if it would solve all his problems.

"Aaina." He repeated her name in the same tone and all she could do was shake her head, not understanding what would even happen next.

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@AainaZaydaan : the truth always comes out at the end. No matter how hard one tries to hide it or stop it, it will always come out. Our Prime Minister is an honorable man and that is the utter truth.

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Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil, the good, the bad and the bitter.

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When she calls to ask how's he's doing and he is his typical self.

On her way to her room, she took out her phone and dialled her husband.

"Hello?" Zaydaan picked it up after a few rings and Aaina greeted him in a haste, knowing that he was probably busy.

"What?" Zaydaan replied, his tone wasn't rude. It was just I'm actually busy kind of tone.

"What what? Are you alright?" Aaina questioned, walking towards her room.

Zaydaan, he was always closed off when it came to such things. No matter how many years had gone by, it always took extra effort from Aaina for him to open up and actually talk about things that worried him.

He would usually shrug them off and act like nothing was wrong.

"I'm busy." Zaydaan said back, She knew there was no point talking back so she simply nodded her head, even though he couldn't see her.

"Fine, call me back." She mumbled.

"Mhm." He didn't say yes or no.

"I'm serious, call me back." She exclaimed.

The last thing she heard was a small chuckle and the call ended. She rolled her eyes but a smile still graced her face. Calling him always reminded her of the initial days of their marriage.

"Some people can never change." She murmured to herself and finally opened the door to her bedroom.

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When the Prime Minister seems quite fond of emojis.

Zaydaan ❤️
Some people can never change? Don't think I didn't hear you wife.

Aaina
Oh really? Was I wrong though?

Zaydaan ❤️
Yes. Extremely.

Aaina
How so? You didn't pick up my calls in the first few years and if you did, you always ended them rather quick.

Zaydaan ❤️
Well, now I take a few more seconds before I end the call.

Aaina
How can I ever win an argument with the Prime Minister?

Zaydaan ❤️
Can't win it with the husband either.

Aaina
Ahan? Okay whatever you say.

Zaydaan ❤️
See 💁‍♂️

Aaina
This emoji thing is really annoying.

Zaydaan ❤️
Are you sure?😘

Aaina
No 😁

Zaydaan ❤️
Stop showing your teeth and go do something productive. Always keeping tabs on your husband.

Aaina
Haww!! Zaydaan!!

Zaydaan ❤️
Go now.

Aaina
Are you okay?

Zaydaan ❤️
I'm okay. Go to your meeting now and then come to me for lunch.

Aaina
Okay. I love you.

Zaydaan ❤️
Mhmm.

Aaina
We'll discuss that one when I come for lunch! 🙄