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Zyva had always been the most phlegmatic kid in the lot. She basically never cared about a thing. Her heart was never in the right place where she needed to put her hundred percent into a task.

She was however somehow the most prodigious in any activity she did. Even though her efforts were the most sleazy. Being born in a family full of colossal achievers was her only advantage in life.

Sometimes there were days where all she wanted to do was lay on her bed and stare at her celestial painted ceiling. She never got bored of that atleast. Her thoughts were always aimless, but this was the one activity she didn't might participating in. Anyone who dared to try disturb her me-time wouldn't hear the end of it. She was also quite the grump, you see.

When she got to know she was going to get married to Aaban; her ex fiance.

She hated every second of it. Even though career wise things were really pretentiously unnerving for her, she liked the idea of half heartedly doing her job more so than getting married to some liability for life.

But, alas just when she thought she'd escaped marriage, she found herself deployed within the fingers of a devil named Azlan Sikandar.

Azlan Sikandar. Azlan Bhai she had used to call him. How the relational dynamics had changed was so horrendously marvelling to her, to say the least. She had always hated him and he seemed to reciprocate the feelings as well. Why you might ask?

Azlan was too much of a controlling narcissist in her eyes. He never left a chance to taunt her unladylike qualities and lack of appeal in following the social norms. Her sister would disagree because he was the most endearing gentleman to everyone around him, everyone but her.

Zyva wondered what went on in his obnoxious mind everytime he scowled or looked at her in disgust. He had always been this way with her but after his two broken engagement his loathfulness only amplified.

Their families had been as thick as thieves since the very beginning of times, reason being their respective mothers and fathers were best friends. So it was only natural every weekend, every family get together and every vacation they locked horns.

The infamous grump Zyva Qureshi and the beloved spawn of Satan Azlan Sikandar. What a terrific match they were. Surely made in hell.

"Zyva beta, aap khana kha kyu nahi rahi? Accha nahi laga kya?" Questioned her mother in law dragging her away from the abyss of hatred filled thoughts.

(Why are you not eating? Is it not good?)

Before she could form a coherent response, her brother in law, Ammar, chirped in giving his two cents.

"Arey Mummy, she is missing her husband obviously. Why else wouldn't she eat?."

Zyva stomped her heel on his leg under the  table causing him to help in pain as she smiled sadistically replying.

"Nahi Ruba Aunty. The food is great. I am just not hungry."

"Yaar tameez karlo kuch meri tum. Aese koi maarta hai. Ek lauta devar hoon tumhare mein." Ammar cried stealing a piece of chicken from her plate as she tried stabbing his finger.

(Have some respect for me. Who hits like that. I am your only brother in law.)

"Ammar!" His father's voice followed with a smack on his head. "Bhabhi bulao Zyva ko ab. Ye tum-tum kya hai."

(Call her sister-in-law)

"Abba Jaan. Mein toh bus woh gaana ga raha tha. Wo tumma tumma doge tumma."Ammar giggled nervously trying to cover up causing all of the people seated on the dining table to shake their heads in disappointment.

"Wo tamma tamma hota hai, ghadey. " Zyva managed to whisper out as she managed to conceal her laugh in a cough.

"Jo bhi hai, ghadi" He murmured stuffing his face with the scrumptious chicken tikka.

"Uncle-Aunty, I was hoping to ask you something." Zyva cleared her throat, nervously looking at her in-laws. "I was thinking of starting office tomorrow."

The couple exchanged a worried look as Ruba Sikandar spoke up finally, "Zyva jaan, let's give it a few more days, Azlan and you have gotten married not even a week ago. I feel like you both should spend some time together. "

Zyva clutched her fists to under the table, her eyes starting to burn with unshed tears. She knew her aunty meant well, but who would tell her, that her son was the worst form of rottenness. They hated each other and hadn't even spoken or seen each other properly in that one week of their 'marriage'.

Azlan had avoided Zyva at all costs, he would come home after she had slept and go to office even before she could wake up. Although it always seemed like he slept on the couch, the neatly folded bed sheet and a pillow speaking volumes about his ghostly presence as the morning arrived. She had to fake smiles and make excuses on his behalf for his absence to all the prying relatives who had come to see the couple. She hated how he had put her in such a vulnerable situation.

"No. Zyva, aap jayengi office. " Her father in law suddenly announced, catching her off guard. A slow smile was starting to spread across her lips just like the little hope that was beginning to bloom in her heart, but it was all shattered when she heard him next. "Azlan aur aap honeymoon hoke aayenge pehle, phir aap dono office jaa sakte hai. Humare beta hai hi itna nikamma ke kaam uski pehli biwi bani hui hai. It's enough now. You both are married, despite your circumstances I believe both of you are mature enough to work out your differences."

Zyva could only bite down at her tongue as this unwanted problem landed up at her feet. What a blasphemous mess had she gotten herself into.

Soon, the day passed very uneventfully. Her bickering with Ammar, as they watched old bollywood classics, she spent some time arranging their room and finally drifted off into oblivion of sleeping with no intention of waking up anytime soon. But it was like the stars themselves had demanded for her to wake up when he arrived. The moon was awaiting his return, even if she wasn't.

She had woken up from her deep slumber, at an odd hour of the night, her bones aching with laziness as she blinked away the remnants of sleep from her eyes. Her eyes wandering across the dimly lit room as they landed on the clock, it read 1:25 pm. A low gasp left her lips as she searched her surroundings for him. And just like every-time, there now lay a laptop on the couch along with the neatly folded bed sheet and pillow. If she heard with enough concentration she could even hear the soft patter of the shower being on in the washroom.

Zyva didn't know what had gotten into her, but she got up wrapping the blanket around her head like an eskimo, and tip toed towards the bathroom door, slowly placing her ear again its wooden frame. The sound of the shower had ceased to exist, causing her to doubt if she had even heard it in the first place.

Suddenly, the door opened, causing her to lose her balance and fall on the naked chest of Azlan who screeched like a little girl before slipping as well and falling down on the wet bathroom floor with his wife on top of him.

A groan left his mouth as he unconsciously wrapped his arm around Zyva's waist steadying her from the impact. His own back, paining like it was fractured. Zyva slowly lifted her head from his chest, her deep set siren eye's boring into his stubble covered jaw as he lay wincing in pain.

"Theek to hai aap?" Her soft voice questioned him with utmost caution causing him to lift his lead towards her slightly as he lay it down again on the wet floor.

(Are you okay?)

"Manhoos ladki, aziyat dekar pooch rahi hai, theek hoon kya?" Azlan mumbled closing his eyes, in torture as Zyva wiggled up his body trying to hear him. His breath hitched in his stomach as he realised he was completely naked apart from a towel wrapped around his waist. A towel that was certainly coming undone.

"Z-yva.. s-top w-iggling." He barely managed to breath out, causing her to pout, as she slowly got up hugging the blanket trailing behind her.

"Dard ho raha hai?" She questioned innocently looking at his tormented face.

(Are you in pain?)

"Nahi, mazaa aa raha hai. Pagal Aurat." Came his agitated reply, causing her to scrunch her face in disgust.

(No, i am enjoying. Idiotic woman)

"Bhalai ka to zamana hi nahi raha. Accha hua aap gir gaye. Allah miyan, jante hai kab aur kaise nashukri logon ko saza deni chahiye."

(No body seems to care about kindness. Good only that you fell. God knows when to punish ungrateful people.)

"Get out, Zyva! For Fucks sake. Get out!" Azlan groaned trying to fix his towel, trying to save whatever was left of his dignity.

"Haan, Haan. I am going." Just as she completed the sentence her oblivious eyes landed on Azlan's condition and in an instance her eyes widened. "Ayyii, Chi Chi Chi. You are naked!"

"I am not! Get out!" Azlan screamed fumbling with his towel, as his face turned red in embarrassment.

Finally Zyva turned around in a hurry and walked out of the bathroom, her eyes still flashing with the vision of Azlan FRICKING Sikandar on the ground, his dark hair tousled wet with water drops as few of them cascaded through his face to his neck and then to his chiseled chest before finally disappearing down into the towel. There wasn't much left to her imagination as she gulped down in weird anticipation. Was she attracted to that broken door knob of a man? Eww, how low had her standards dropped.

Just then the bathroom door opened as, Azlan strutted inside with a hand on his lower back, now fully clothed in a black t shirt and stripped pajamas.

Why did he get dressed?, Zyva's devious mind was filled with scandalous thoughts of the satanic noodle. Fortunately for her, it was dismissed the moment it came to conscious.

She eyed him with weary eyes as he moved towards the couch and slowly dropped his body on it. Letting out a barely audible moan of pain.

"Pfft" Zyva let out a obnoxious noise trying to get his attention, but to no avail. It was like he was purposely trying to not pay attention to her.

"Ohh, Sunain?" Zyva called out a little timidly as she got up from the bed she was seated on, but again the stubborn soggy manchurian refused to acknowledge her.

She slowly took cautious steps towards him and stood near the sofa, towering his body, before she flicked her thumb and forefinger on his forehead.

This caused Azlan to let out an animalistic groan, as he got up glaring at her in vexation.

"Kya hai! Why are you so hell bent on annoying me today?"

"I want to tell you something."

"Bako na phir!" Azlan thundered out once again, causing Zyva to stare at him in nervousness. This however caught his attention, as he took deep breaths trying to calm himself while he can.

"Wo..mein, aap.. bed..." She muttered, jittery unable to form concrete sentences as such.

"Huh?" Azlan muttered back as he tried hearing what this delusional girl was saying. "Chowmein? Apple?"

"Why do you want apples and chowmein at this time of the night?"

"Nahi na yaar, Aap point pakrein!" Zyva screeched as he slumped down beside him on the sofa.

(No, get the point!)

"Dekho Zyva, already I am exhausted. Can we not do this now?" Azlan let out a tired sigh, as he leaned his head again the back of the sofa.

"That's why I am saying... you sleep on the bed today." She finally managed to pull out the forsaken sentence from her mouth, looking at her feet.

"Huh?"

"I am not going to repeat myself."

"Wait a minute, are you actually suggesting we share the bed?" Azlan mumbled scratching the back of head in confusion, as he stood up from the couch.

"I can take the couch today if want the bed to yourself..." Zyva trailed meekly for some reason, as she shifted on her feet. Why the hell was she so nervous?!

Azlan's hand unconsciously moved to her bowed chin and lifted it up so that the both of them were making eye contact. Lifting his other hand, he placed it on her forehead, checking if she was sick, before placing it on his own forehead checking if it was him that was actually sick.

"What are you doing?" Zyva tched her lips in displeasure as she swatted his hands of herself.

"You are being so civil today, I was afraid you were sick." He snorted, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

"Jab Allah Miyan dimaag baath rahe the to kahan macchar maar rahe the aap?" Zyva snarled, fury lacing her eyes, if they were strong enough they probably would've burnt Azlan to ashes.

(Where were you killing mosquitoes when God was distributing brains?)

"Tumhare saath nikkah padwa raha tha!" Azlan smirked back, as he leaned forward almost invading her personal space.

(I was getting married to you)

"Wahan bhi meri kushi pe paani pher diya. Peecha nahi choda na mera!" Marching towards the bed, hoping she had been the last one to retort, she grabbed her pillow and comforter, but before she could turn back, Azlan had pushed her back on the bed, on her face.

(There also you ruined my happiness, you didn't leave me no?)

"Kya batameezi hai?!"

Ignoring her curses, Azlan pushed her to the other side of the bed as he got in. Pulling the comforter over their bodies and lowering the temperature on the AC.

"Sleep, Zyva. Sleep."

"I don't want to sleep! I am not a small kid!" Zyva got up pushing the bed-sheet from both of their bodies.

"Dekho mere dimaag ka already tum falooda bana chuki ho! I am sleeping, do whatever you want." Azlan chuckled deliriously, as he closed his eyes and placed his forearm over his head.

"I am going to sleep with Ammar. You are the worst!" Zyva barely managed to complete her sentence when Azlan pulled her on top of him, before pulling the comforter over the both of them.

"Shut the fuck up and sleep. You talk way to much!" He murmured with his eyes still closed, while his arms enclosed around her waist.

Zyva breathed heavily because of the sudden proximity, as she pushed at his chest trying to get up, but to no-avail. Their faces were so close that it almost felt like they would kiss if any one moved.

Finally giving up, she slowly lay her arms limp against his chest, her cheek resting against on his soft t shirt as her head was buried under his chin. Her breathing was still hard and fast so Azlan, rubbing her back with one hand as the other still held her waist.

"I am only sleeping because I want to." She murmured a few minutes later, thinking he had fallen asleep, but if only she could see the crooked smile that spread across his lips the next second.

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