CHAPTER 32- YOU REALLY BROUGHT THIS FOR ME?~Ayesha💕

A Y E S H A :-

"When?" I shocked whisper left my mouth,

"The day it was raining? When you were late for the gathering? I heard you both from here," he pointed at the window, which showed the place near jojo's cage.

"No no baba, it's nothing like that I-I," I stuttered explaining him, my whole demeanour was frozen with shock, I was at loss of words.

"You don't need to explain, I have seen everything from my eyes, and heard what he said to you." His gruff voice filled with remorse.

I tried to wipe my tears, but it couldn't stop,

"It was my fault, from the start it was my fault, I didn't trusted my daughter and gave my decision out of anger, I destroyed your life." his voice broke at the end.

My chest constricted with pain seeing him like this, I have always see him with his strong posture, but now seeing him like this because of me, breaks my heart.

"No, no baba please listen to me," I grabbed his hands,

"It's not like that, that day what you saw was a misunderstanding trust me," I try to explaining to him.

"You both were arguing and I saw the way you were at your house, so alert and you didn't looked like you," he says,

"Every couple argues baba, but it doesn't mean anything-"

"Just answer me one thing," he cuts me off,

"Does he make you cry?"

I look down, hiding my tears from him, "It's not what you think of, he does not do any harm to me, baba."

"But he makes you cry, without harming you?" Baba tugs my hand, "Please answer me, please tell me, I don't want to watch you suffer for ten years just because you are afraid."

"I am not afraid baba," I say firmly, "I know when to keep him in place. I also know where to draw the line."

I wiped my tears, "I am not telling you all this to satisfy you, I am telling the truth."

"Look, if you want, I can ease up the process, and you can easily get a divorce-"

My heart dropped and I stare at him wide eyed,

"No, Baba. I am not getting a divorce."

"I promise you baba, I am satisfied over there, I am adjusting. I don't want to separate from him, and I am not telling this because I am in denial, but because I know what's going around me." I stated firmly,

"Fine," he replies, "But about he argued with him, what about it?"

"We had a misunderstanding baba. That's it. Everyone has it, me and you had it for a longest time," I patted his hand, "But that is not a reason to end relationships. I know you are scared hearing that story, but baba not every relatable story needs to be true for us, we can learn from it, yes, we can get inspired from it, that's all we could do. Don't take this to your heart, please."

His eyes glistened as he looked down at me, "When did you grew up so much?"

I shrugged, my lips wobbling, "I don't know." I placed my head on his knee, "But I really wanted to be loved by you, baba."

I felt his hand on my head, "Get up, my child," he says, I lift my head up, "Get up, your whole life you were far from me, now get up and get that love."

I choke back a sob, as I stood up on my knees, beside the couch handle, and placed my head on his shoulder,

I could feel his shoulders shaking as he held me, I cried on his shoulder, I cry for living in the moment I always dreamt of, to hold my father.

"Will you forgive your father?" He whispers,

"I was never angry with you baba," I whisper crying on his shoulder, "I could never be."

"Promise me, you will tell me if something goes wrong," he asks,

I lift my head from his shoulder, "I will baba," I grab his hand and kissed his knuckles, "I know you will be there standing for me. But trust me when I say, I have got everything handled."

He looked reluctant for a second but nodded, placing his hand on my head, "I trust you."

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"Where is mom?" I ask murat sitting on the sofa next to him in the drawing room.

"Talking to someone on her phone." he said and I nodded tying my hair up in a bun.

"Probably with whom she is planning my engagement with," he grumbled under his breath while eating popcorn from the bowl placed in his lap, I heard it and chuckled quietly, watching the tv in silence.

"Baba slept?" He asked changing channels on the tv.

"Yeah, I came from his room just now he was very tired," I sighed stretching my legs up on the coffee table.

"He's working a lot nowadays, I asked him several times to give some of his work to me but he won't, and I observed he seems... quite lost from few days," Murat muttered.

I turned towards him, "From when?"

"A month or something, mom even asked him but he just excuses of work stress, he is stubborn he won't tell us about any of his problems, he keeps saying it's an important case he's studying about." he sighs munching on his popcorns.

I felt guilt hitting me like a ton of bricks, baba was so stressed because of me all along,

I remember that night hearing some noise after arguing with Farhan in the courtyard, never did I thought, he heard it and to worsen his suspicions, I cried the whole night.

"Hmm, I told him to take a off for a day or two, besides you are there to handle," I told him looking at a random movie played on the tv.

When I didn't heard a response I turned to him and saw him giving me a bewildered look,

"You talked with baba? I mean no offence, casually?" He tried to not look bothered.

I chuckled at his expression, "Yes, what did you expect?"

"I- you know um, never mind." he continued eating popcorns.

"You know all is well now," I said smiled throwing a corn kennel on him.

He looked at me shocked, not minding the kennel hitting his forehead,

"No way," he yelled laughing putting his popcorn bowl on the table, "Say you're joking?"

"Calm down murat, low your voice, and no I am not joking."  I tried to grab his arm but he dodged it, jumping excitedly,

Mom peeked from living room's door frame across the hall, one hand on her phone's speaker,

"Murat keep your voice, I am talking to someone on the phone," she yelled.

Murat ignored her and said in a hushed tone, now sitting down,

"I think from past these days baba was feeling guilty for his actions, that's why he was.. damn," he bit his knuckle, hiding his smile, "I am so happy, finally no family drama." his face lit up like a thousand volts bulb.

"Your definitely a man child Murat, allah knows how your wife will handle you." I slapped his arm with the remote.

While mentioning about his wife, his face contorted in a emotion which I couldn't place my finger on, pain or excitement? It was difficult, Murat is the weird one showing his emotions.

"Remembering drama, I am going to miss my favourite drama because of you now," He said dismissively and grabbed his popcorn bowl again, as if the conversation didn't happened before.

When he put up the channel I was surprised, rather shocked to see watching him an indian drama serial, I expected him to watch some science fiction or action drama.

"Seriously murat, indian drama?" I scoffed looking at his choice.

"What? Hey! It's interesting," he shrugged. "You don't see legends everyday."

"Besides, it feels good to know other people having rather intense dramatic life than me." he added watching the drama.

"Murat it's boring, change it put a movie or something," I tried to snatch the remote from him but he took it hid it on his side of sofa. "Put on a turkish drama atleast." I whined,

"Shush, today it's an interesting episode, after finally waiting for three weeks and after twenty episodes today our Pooja will get to know who added phenyl to her husband's tea," he increased the volume as the title song played,

I looked at him bewildered, "Are you kidding me?"

He pushed me back, watching his drama,

"Hey, do you hear that?" I ask him out of nowhere,

"Hear what?" Murat asked looking at me unbothered.

"That's the sound of no one caring." I say trying to snatch the remote from him, but he hid it again.

"Try with someone who doesn't know you." he sang mockingly, returning to watch the drama.

I kicked his legs and sat faraway from him, I also snatched the popcorn bowl from him, which he only laughed about.

"Oh so her sister added phenyl in her husband's tea," I said watching the tv screen intently fifteen minutes later,

"But why would she do that, was she jealous of her own sister?" I asked eating popcorn from the bowl I kept between us.

"No, because she was having affair with her  sister's husband." murat said without moving his eyes from the screen.

"Huh? Really?" I asked shocked.

"Yeah, see now the husband is going to meet her secretly and warn her that his wife knows." He points to the screen,

"But if she had an affair with the husband, why would she add phenyl in his tea?" I asked bewildered watching the tv.

"Actually she was going to give that tea to her sister, but by mistakingly he drank it."

"Oh, so he got a near death experience, by his lover." I whistle looking at the screen,

"What a pathetic man, having an affair with his wife's sister, and now lying to his wife and meeting her secretly.."

My voice trailed off as my mind flashed back to this afternoon,

Even Farhan meet some girl secretly,

Well, but he didn't kept a secret from me,

But he still met her though..

What if even he is doing the same with me?

No, I will talk with him about it and not jump to conclusions.

But what if he really-

"What a brat," murat's comment snapped me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I asked dazed.

"He brought roses for her, but that brat girl wants a car not roses so now he gave them to his wife, pathetic." He grimaced angrily chewing popcorns.

"Real pathetic." I whispered looking at the screen again in daze.

Unknown fear settled in my stomach as my mind filled with horrific thoughts seeing the drama.

"Real pity on the wife, who is so naive even to notice that his husband has eyes on someone else, but she is just blinded by her love for him." He sighs sadly,

Weird panic settled in chest as what he said made so sense to me.

"Sh-shut up, and since when did you become such an aunty? Stop watching these dramas!" I reached out and finally snatched remote out of his grip.

"Concentrate on office work and your life instead of these useless, senseless, frameless dramas." I said angrily changing the channel.

"What are you doing, put that channel back after waiting for twenty episodes or something finally she gets to know who added phenyl to her-" he cut himself off when I gave him my deadliest glare.

"I will watch on repeat once you're gone." he muttered slumping back in his seat.

The door bell rang and I waited till he gets up and see who it is, but he doesn't.

"Go see who is on the door," I kicked his feet.

"You go and open the door I am not going to do that." he muttered angrily.

"Murat gooo!" I exaggerated his name.

"NO. Ayesha you gooo!" he copied my tone and kicked my feet.

"What if it's some stranger and he kidnaps your sister?"

"Why would a kidnapper ring a bell to kidnap like, 'hey I am here to kidnap you would like to come with me or should I take my chloroform out?' Besides who would kidnap you?" He scoffed smirking.

"You-" I was cut off when the door bell rang again. mom yelled from the kitchen this time.

"Are you two deaf? Someone go and see who is on the door your baba will get disturbed!" she yelled.

"And who is yelling and disturbing now?" Murat asked in a hollow voice.

I smacked a cushion on his face and muttered "Idiot."

"They don't pay me enough for staying in this house." he muttered again.

I ignored him and went to open the door draping my duppata on my head, covering it.

As I opened the door I was shocked to see Farhan standing there looking handsome as always, but remembering today's scenarios and that drama's scenes I blurted out.

"You really came?" My eyes widened as I realised, how senseless I sounded.

He frowned, "Yeah, you told me to pick you up by nine so.." he checked his watch,

"Oh I did, yeah I did, I mean Assalamualaikum." someone kill me, right now please, why am I such a walking example for second hand embarrassment?

"Walaikumaslam?" I could clearly hear amusement in his tone, great just great.

I fisted my hands and closed my eyes, my mind repeating my embarrassing moment,

"Come inside please," I sighed moving aside and letting him in and closed the door behind him.

He removed his coat and hanged on the coat hanger beside the door frame, I was about to walk out, but turned around when I heard him calling my name.

"I brought this for you," he says giving a bouquet of pink roses which he hid it behind it back,

I looked at him shocked, my cheeks were already red from embarrassment, and now I could feel them become more red.

"Really? For me?" I whispered taking the bouquet and observing the beautiful pink roses.

"Of course, when I saw those it reminded me of you. so I thought to get you one, do you like it?" He asks scratching the back of his neck,

"Yeah, it's beautiful thank you." I nodded looking down at the roses in my hand,

But my brain is my biggest enemy. it reminded me of murat's earlier words.

"He brought roses for her, but that brat wants a car not roses so now he gave them to his wife, pathetic."

What if even Farhan is doing the same- no I should probably not jump to conclusions and ask him—

"You really brought this for me right?" I swear my mouth has a mind of it's own.

Confusion contoured his face, he raise an eyebrow looking down at the roses,

"Of course I brought it for you- I know I am not used to these gestures but it's not like I am not even capable of doing it." He muttered offendedly.

"Oh okay thanks." I reply.

"You don't like them?" Farhan asks,

"No," I reply,

"No?"

"No, I mean, I like it, it's just that you gave something like this for the first time, so.." I chuckle awkwardly,

Someone kill me.

"What happened? Someone really kidnapped you or what?" Murat yelled from the drawing room.

"Let's go," I said and gestured him to follow me to the drawing room where murat again put up his stupid drama.

I gave Farhan a nervous smile and kept the bouquet at the Centre table and grab the remote, switching off the tv this time.

"What's wrong with you? That brat was about get slapped again by her sister- Oh." Murat stood up from his seat and ran a hand in his hair.

"Oh Hi man how are you?" Murat shook hand with Farhan and gestured him to sit on the sofa beside him, moving the popcorn bowl,

"Just watching you know my favourite science fiction drama, real thriller I say," Murat said with an fake impressed face.

"Totally, I could see that." Farhan muttered rather sarcastically giving a tight lipped smile.

I cleared my throat awkwardly,

"I will go call mom." I say picking up the bouquet,

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"Should I be scared by the silence?" Farhan asks as we were driving back to our house,

I didn't move my gaze from outside the window and answered, "Maybe."

"What happened to mamu today? He looked a little.. off." he asks turning right,

I gazed silently at the window watching cars passing by us on the road and answered after a moment, "He was not well, probably under the weather."

"How is he now?"

"Fine." I reply.

He drove inside the gates of our house and reached the garage, turning off the car.

Should I ask him now or would it be too concerning?

"Farhan," I called him out stepping out of the car.

He was about to answer when his phone rang and he gave me a apologetic look before picking up his call.

It looked like a business call, deciding not to disturb him now, I leave the garage and walk to our room,

Changing into my night clothes, I was combing my hair, when I caught the sight of Farhan entering the room through the mirror,

He ended his call and now sat on the couch, typing on his phone,

It was now or never, I could not do this forever.

I didn't wanted to beat around the bush now. I sat on the edge of the bed and called him out.

"Farhan?"

"Yeah?" He asked still scrolling on his phone.

"I saw you in a restaurant today..." I paused, he looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow, "With an unknown girl."

He kept his phone aside and looked at me calmly,

"And now you doubt me?" He asked again calmly. Why is he so calm?

"No," I answered truthfully, a look of surprise flashed on his face.

"No?" He repeated shocked.

"Yes, no. I would like you to explain." I shrugged, trying not to show how anxious I am from inside, as various scenarios flashed in my mind.

"Well I knew you were there," he replies removing his shoes,

Now I looked at him shocked, "You knew?"

He nodded, "Yes, hajra saw you going out, and when I called you back everything was confirmed." he shrugged,

Oh god. Now I will be embarrassed for life. Talk about being discrete, I couldn't even do that.

"So that's why you brought me roses today? So that if I thought you were cheating you would somehow sworn me?" I scoff somehow angrily.

"What no!" He sputters in shock, "Partly because hajra advised me to talk to you about this calmly, and on my way I saw them so I brought it for you, that's it, there was no motive behind it."

I stare at him long and hard. He sounded genuine, it's that stupid drama messing with me.

"So, who was she anyway?" I asked trying to sound casual.

"Who she is I cannot tell you, but whoever she is, she cannot take your place." he replies looking intently at me.

"And why you can't tell me?" I frown,

He pinched the bridge of his nose,

"Somethings are better if they are not disclosed, Ayesha."

"What is not to disclose about that girl?" I ask confused,

"I told you, she is nothing like you are to me, I can't tell you who exactly she is, please just let it go." He sighs getting up from the couch,

"Alright, I believe you, but why would you not tell me about her?" I ask walking behind him,

He stopped walking and swiped his hands on his face with frustration and groaned,

"God woman, I am telling you she is no one but you have to be so persistent." I flinched as he snapped suddenly.

He took a deep breath and walk towards me,

"Sorry, but today was already such a long day, I am tired, I told you what I was supposed to, now please let go of this matter, please?" He tried to grab my hands, but I stepped back, ignoring him.

Retracing his hands back, he stared at me for a moment, before going back to his wardrobe and takes his clothes before storming off to the washroom.

I stomped angrily towards the couch and sat on it,

What is he really hiding from me? Now I am really curious and anxious to know. He assured me that girl meant nothing to him, but he still doesn't say anything about her, enough to make him suspicious to me.

His phone pinged, on the coffee table in front of me, hearing the sound of the shower running, I curiously peek at the message notification on his phone screen,

FB! Today meeting at 3 in morning ofc, which I absolutely hate, but bilal says it's important. Meet ya at the main house then. - Yousuf.

Meeting at three? What are they ghosts? And what in the world is main house? And if I remember Yousuf was the one who I met two days ago, the medical student.

Hearing the lock of the bathroom door, I got startled and quickly shuffled away from couch and started making my bed, from the corner of eye I saw Farhan going to the couch and reading the message, he shook his head and typed a response.

I lay on my side of the bed with one thought:

If Farhan isn't going to tell me, then my stubborn self will find it's own way then,

Time to be agent Ayesha then.

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A/N:-

I know you all are really happy with my active updating era, but sorry to break it to you all,

I got my exam dates, and I need to prepare, so I would probably be on a little 3 weeks hiatus.

Keep me in your prayers and keep supporting 🫶🏻

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