1| Mrs Baig

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WANIYA'S POV:

"Yeah, finalize these designs. Get the work started," I informed my assistant; Ella Watson. We are about to launch our another limited edition collection of Zeeniya. Zeeniya is my clothing brand. I have earned it all by myself. I Started it from scratch and obviously I am proud of myself.

Ella left my cabin. I scrutinized some of the designs. I have always found solace in fashion and I opted for it as my career. I left behind my life in Pakistan and moved to New York City; the Big Apple. My life wasn't at ease here in the very beginning but thanks to Mirha; the only best friend I have and Shayan Alyas; my other friend.

I have been friends with Mirha for six-years. I met her when I was at my worst. She has always been there for me. She's a girl who will be always there for you no matter what. Her lame jokes and her broken humor is all I need in my life.

Talking about Shayan, I met him in New York only and we immediately became friends. He has a very cold demeanor. The way he looks at people — it feels like he's staring into their soul. The heat his vision holds. And not forgetting the crush of every other girl we know. He looks like those dark romance villains but he ain't one. He's a gentleman.

"Niyaaaaaaa," Mirha broke my trance. I could see her entering my cabin. I shook my head at her dramatic antics.

"I have work to do Irha unlike you," I rolled my eyes at her.

"You don't dare to roll your eyes at me," I sighed. This dramatic girl! I engrossed myself in my work again, ignoring her.

"I'm here for work," she said.

"Work?" I gave her a questioning look.

"I got fired — actually I resigned, not fired," she looked everywhere in the room but not at me. I sighed, heavily. This is her second job in the month and if she keeps on leaving it won't work.

"Niya, the boss, was a total dickhead. He was he — leave I don't wanna talk about it. And I have decided that I will work for you. It's the best," she pleaded. I was listening to her lame excuses.

"You can work under Ella," I said, still engrossed in the sketches. I need to finalize it by tomorrow.

"That could work," I called Ella, told her to take Mirha with her, and explain to her some of the work.

I reached out to my phone and picked it up. My face lit up the smile when I saw my wallpaper. It was a photo of Ezzah and I. Ezzah; my almost-5-year-old daughter. The sole reason why I'm living happily.

The time on the screen informed me that it's the time to pick her from her school. I informed Mirha and left the office building to pick up my baby girl. It's her first day after summer vacation at school. She ain't expecting me to pick her up most of the time Mirha picks her up as I am busy at work.

I reached her school. I went into the premises of the school as I also wanted to discuss her behavior in class with her teacher. I don't want people to think that I couldn't raise my child properly because I am a working woman or a single parent.

Ezzah came running towards me when she met me.

"Mumma," she opened her arms. I picked her up and pecked her cheeks. I moved towards her classroom, where I could easily find her class teacher.

"Oh, hi," her teacher greeted me the moment she saw me. I greeted her back. She immediately took out a file.

"Oh, Mrs Baig," most probably she read the name in Ezzah's file. Ezzah's teacher — Samantha . She was a non-descriptive type of a woman of age thirty plus. Her face had wrinkles.

Mrs Baig did something to my heart. Okay, okay, Waniya don't cry.

I took a seat. I told Ezzah to wait for me outside.

"Actually, it's Ms Bagga or Waniya," I said with a sad smile.

"Oh, I assume you and Ezzah's Dad aren't married yet. I wish you best for your future," it was getting hard for me to control my tears. It was actually my first meeting her new class teacher as the old one got transferred.

"He's no more," I lied — a white lie. Her face fell.

"Oh, I'm really sorry," I nodded.

"I wanted to discuss Ezzah's behavior in class," I showed my concern towards my daughter.

"Don't worry Waniya, she's one of the most active and bright students of my class," she smiled. I nodded. I discussed a few more things and took Ezzah. We settled in the car.

"Mama," she called me. I hummed softly in response.

"Why do I don't have a father?" she innocently looked at me.

Because your father never wanted you and I decided to take you away from him.

"You know why Mama always drives the car slowly? Because accidents could happen at any time and it can take our valuable life. And your Dad died in one of those accidents," my throat felt dried. How could I lie to my 4.5-year-old daughter?

I hope she never finds you Zeeshan.

"And did he love me?" oh my poor baby.

I nodded. Controlling my tears.

We reached home. I made Ezzah take a bath and made her eat food. She fell asleep in my lap when she was telling me about a boy in her class. My thoughts were occupied by someone else.

Zeeshan.

I looked at my ring, which I have been wearing for almost 7-years now. He gave it to me. How hard I try to move on from I can't because the moment I look at our daughter it reminds me of you. It reminds me how much I still love you. I long for your presence.

Zeeshan, I miss you. I wish you never said those things that changed my mind. I wished you looked for me at least for once. But it was only me who loved me, you never loved me! Never!

I didn't even realize that tears were streaming down my cheeks until I felt a salty taste on my lips. I wiped my tears. I made all the house help leave as there was nothing to do. It was only Ezzah and I in the house.

I too decided to sleep with Ezzah. I fell into a deep slumber as I was tired.

"Mama...... Mama...... Mama," I heard a faint sound reviving me from my sleep. I opened my eyes only to be welcomed by dark surroundings. How much did I sleep?

"Mama..... someone'zz outs..ide," Ezzah was crying. I found the remote to turn the lights on. The room lit up. I picked Ezzah up. She was sobbing, her tears broke my heart.

"Don't cry Ezzah, Mama is with you," she hid her face in chest. I could feel she's silently crying. There was complete silence when I heard someone opening the lock of the main door.

The sound was loud and clear for us to hear. Ezzah tightly held me. She was scared.

"Mama.....," she looked at me, with her teary eyes.

"Don't cry my baby," I grabbed my phone and dialed Mirha's number. She didn't pick it up. I dialed Shayan's number, and he picked it up in a single ring.

"Are you okay, Waniya?" he asked.

"Someone is trying to break into my house. Ezzah and I are alone." I tried to sound as calm as I could.

"Wait, don't move, I am coming," he cut the call. Ezzah was quiet now. Who could it be? I have zero enemies. This has happened for the very first time.

"Waniya, Ezzah," I heard Mirha's voice. How did she enter the house? Oh, she has spare keys. I took Ezzah with me and moved out of my room.

"Mirha," I called her and ran towards me.

"Ezzah," she took her from my arms. She caressed her hair. I smiled at her worry for her. She loves Ezzah as if she's her own daughter. I saw Shayan entering the hall.

"There's no one outside. They must have left," I mouthed him a thankyou. I glanced at Ezzah. She slept in Mirha's arms only. I took her to the room. And positioned her on the bed, and moved our.

"Waniya, you should get married," Mirha said.

"For Ezzah," she added.

"You have lost it," I scoffed.

"Waniya, she's right. Did you look at Ezzah? She was scared. I'm not saying that you need a male to support you. But Ezzah needs a Dad," Shayan said.

"And if by any chance I do get married, what's the grantee that, that guy will love her as her daughter," I was right.

"Waniya, if it's only for Ezzah then I will marry you. You are my friend and Ezzah's is like my daughter," I was astonished by his statement.

"I agree with him," Mirha said.

"Think about it and tell me," Shayan moved out.

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Zaar.