3| Is that you?

Happy 1k reads *kisses*

WANIYA'S POV:

"Okay, I'll marry Shayan but only because of Ezzah," I told Mirha.

For the past few hours. We have been discussing my decision to get married to Shayan. Shayan is one of the best and trustable people I know here in New York.

I met him when Ezzah was only 3-and-a-half-years-old. We met in a business meet where all the well known business owners were called and we instantly made a bond. I was there with Ezzah and he helped me carry her as it was my first time attending a meet with her.

I like him as a friend. I never saw him more than that. How can I? When my heart still belongs to the person who's the father of my child. He's going well in his life. I see all of his interviews. I know he doesn't even think about me.

Most probably he is about to get married. Stop, stop Waniya, don't think about him. He never loved you. He didn't want you and Ezzah. He made you leave him.

"Omgggggg, Waniya, I'm happy for you my baby girl," Mirha hugged me and broke my trance. I gave her a fake smile. "Only for Ezzah," I reminded her. "Jo bhi hai, my best friend is getting married," Mirha's words were laced with happiness. (Whatever it is, my best friend is getting married.)

"I need to meet Shayan too, and tell him about us and tell him about Ezzah too," he shouldn't be unaware of my past. He should know everything. Mirha nodded.

"Let me cook something for you, you go and take a look at Ezzah," I nodded and went towards our room.

She was sleeping soundlessly. She sleeps too much, same as Zeeshan. A smile crept my lips when I thought about him but soon it disappeared knowing the harsh reality.

"Ezzah baby," I called so she could wake up. She stirred in her sleep. "Ezzah, wake up," she said, slowly opening her eyes.

"Massi," she called Mirha. "Yes, your massi is outside now, get up," I picked her and took her to the washroom. I made her wash her face and hands. Took her out. (Massi is referred as Aunt.)

"Ezzuuuuuu," Mirha chirped with happiness.

"Massi," Ezzah ran towards. Their never ending love. "Kese hai mera bacha?" Mirha pecked her cheeks. (How are you, my child?)

"I'm theek," I smiled at her as she tried to speak Urdu in her American accent. Her accent makes it difficult for her. But she understands Urdu very well. (Fine.)

"Go and sit, I'll bring you food and then we will have ice cream," Mirha whispered, the last part of her sentence. "No, ice cream," I glared at her.

"Mama your eyes will come out, don't do that," I was speechless. After all, no one can beat her in arguments.

We had our dinner and they had their ice creams, meanwhile my thoughts were occupied by him.

Zeeshan, I hope you are happy. I hope you don't miss us. I still love but I need to move on from you for our daughter but I won't be able to unlove you.

I'll always love you, my mister grumpy pants. I smile when I recall the nickname I had given him because of rude and cold behavior towards his workers.

I told Mirha to take Ezzah to her room and make her sleep, she can anywhere at any time just like her Mama. I was in my room, in my closet, with my heavy heart I opened the lock of my drawer and took out the box of all the memories that I have left behind years ago.

I took it to bed and opened it. The letters, the jumkas, the preserved flowers, my pregnancy test kit. I have all of it. Tears collected in my years.

I'm finally letting you go Zeeshan. There's no point of holding on to you. I opened the letter and the pace of my tears increased.

"My trésor , believe me when I say that I love you. I just can't express my love for you. The way my heart stops to beat when you are around. You are my heart's home. My home. And you know we can't live without our home. And I can't live without you. And if by any chance we get separated you know you can come back and slap me hard to make me realize my mistake. Wase toh main galti karo ga nhi but ager kardi toh ye kardena, okay Meri jaan? Aur ager main kabhi nhi honga toh apna khyaal rakhana okay? Chalo abhi I need to go byeee."

(I know I won't make any mistakes but if by any chance I make a mistake then do that. And if by any chance I'm not there with you look after yourself okay I need to go bye.)

I held my head in my hands and cried my heart out. I wished you were here. I miss you Zeeshan. My heart longs for your presence. Why didn't you look for me once? Why didn't you try to find where I was? Was I that bad? Was it real?

"Waniya," I looked at Mirha, she was standing in front of me.

"Ir...Irha," I couldn't speak.

"Waniya, look at you, stop crying," she hugged me close. I cried my heart out.

"Irha, I miss him, Irha, bring him back, Irha, tell me I still love him, tell him I still wait for him," I was overwhelmed by emotions. I just wanted to hug him.

"Waniya, stop crying my love," she caressed my hair.

"Mirha," I broke the hug and looked at her. She nodded.

"Can I talk to him once?" I looked at her.

"I have his number," I answered her unasked question. She nodded. She forwarded her phone. I knew his number, he hadn't changed it. The phone was ringing. Someone picked it up in three rings.

"Hello?" It was him. Tears streamed down my cheeks. "Zeeshan?" I said. Will he recognize my voice? Was it a mistake to call him? "Waniya?" He knew it was me. He remembered me. Zeeshan, please come. "Waniya? Is that you?" His voice filled with concern.

"ANSWER ME DAMMIT, JUST TELL WHERE ARE YOU?" he was yelling. "Zee..shan," I took his name. "Are you crying?"  he asked. "Waniya, if that's you just say something trésor," I looked at Mirha and told her to say something.

"Sorry sir, wrong number," and she cut the call. She looked at me and smiled.

"Sab theek ho jayega, Waniya," she said. My crying has ceased now. I nodded my head. (Everything will be okay.)

"You still love him don't you?" I nodded. "Itna pyaar karti hu ho toh wapis kyu nhi chali jati," she said. (Go back if you love him this much.)

"Himmat nhi hai ause dekhne ki woh mujh se Pyaar nhi karta Mirha," I tried not to cry. (I don't have the courage to face him he doesn't love me, Mirha.)

"Ause Bhool jao," is it that easy? (Forget him.)

"Koi apni Zindagi ko kese Bhool sakta hai?" this is the reality. He was —is— my life. But now for Ezzah I need to stop thinking about him. I need to move on from something which didn't belong to me. (How I can forget my life?)

"Let's sleep, you need rest," I nodded.

Sleep was nowhere to be found. It was long gone. Mirha slept within ten minutes. I guess she was tired. I carefully left the bed, picked up my ipad and left the room.

I went into my study, sat near the window and started working on some new designs for our collection. It was hard for us to sell Desi clothes here in New York but to my luck it worked out.

I was feeling so I went into the kitchen and made a black coffee for myself. If anyone from my past would know I have started drinking black coffee they would never believe it.

What's the date today? Oh my goodness it's 18th. Today was his interview. Yes, I keep a check on his every interview. Just to know how he's doing in his life. I shouldn't watch his interview when I'm trying to move on from him. When I'm going to marry someone that's not him.

But, for the last time and I'll never look back!

I opened the iPad and opened the channel which was showing his interview. I opened it. There he was, Zeeshan Baig, one of the biggest business owners in the world.

He didn't look good. His color looked pale.Omg, I called him. Is this because of me? I shouldn't have called him. He doesn't look good.

I missed most of the interview as I almost forgot about it.

"How does it feel to be the best business taccon?" The interviewer questioned him.

"It feels like you have achieved something that you have worked hard for," he passed a fake smile.

"A bit of a personal question, when are you getting married?" My breath hitched on this question. A broken smile crept his lips.

"Soon," he answered. What did he mean by soon? He never says that when people ask him about his marriage.

He always says that they should not mendle into his private life. Then why soon? Is he getting married? You too are getting married, then why not him. I wasn't able to digest the fact he's getting married.

Maybe this is the sign from God to stop thinking about him and move on in life. I didn't watch his interview anymore. I closed my ipad and went to see Ezzah.

My baby was peacefully sleeping in her bed. I pecked her head. She stirred in her sleep. I caressed her hair and left her room. I entered my room, picked up all the things and placed them back into the drawer. Mirha was fast asleep. I lay down on my bed, beside her.

The moment I closed my eyes my thoughts were occupied by us, our old memories. They didn't make me sad, in fact they brought a smile to my face.

Soon sleep empowered me.

aesthetics

.

.

.

How was the chapter??? You can follow me on the Instagram to know more about the upcoming chapters *spoilers*

I'd: bibliozaar link in profile!

Ignore any type of grammatical mistake as English ain't my first language.

Lots of love!

Zaar.