𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡

Pain changes people,

Some become rude,

some become silent.

Z A Y N A -

She parked her car in front of Qureshi villa. She was very happy to see her parents after a long time. She enters the villa and goes to her parents' room. When she saw her mother standing.

"How are you, ammi? I missed you."

Zayna said with a smile, Aafreen pushed her and glared at her.

"What are you doing, Zayna? Why are you here?"

Aafreen said, Zayna's smile fell down.

"Amm-"

Before she could complete her sentence, Mehmood Qureshi's angry voice ran in her ear.

"What is she doing here?"

She turned back and saw her father standing there.

"Babajaan, how are you?"

Zayna said, Mehmood glared at her and held her arm.

"What are you doing here? Your fucking husband had ruined my business. Get lost from my house."

"Babajaan what are you doing?"

"SHUT UP just shup up."

He said while pushing her out of the house she was about to fall when a strong pair of arms held her. She looked up and saw Haris standing there.

"Bhabi, are you fine?"

Haris said while asking zayna. She nodded and controlled her tears.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is not the way Mehmood Qureshi to treat your daughter."

"Who are you?"

Mehmood Qureshi said glaring at him.

"Haris,  Haris Abbasi."

He smirked seeing mehmood Qureshi's face turning white.

"She is not my daughter anymore, she is just a piece of shit, take her with you."

Mehmood said while glaring at Zayna.

"She never was."

Haris dangerously whispers in his ear, for a second Mehmood Qureshi was shocked, he looked at Haris.

"You had disrespected the wife of Aahil Mir Sultan, be ready for your funeral, Mehmood Qureshi."

He said and left from there with Zayna who was in a state of shock.

"Come in my car, I'll ask my driver to take yours."

He hurried her to sit in the front and hurried the BMW fastly..

"What were you doing here?"

Haris tightened his grip on the steering wheel when the zayna asked.

"I came to pick you up. Aahil bhai had asked me to. He doesn't trust Mehmood."

Haris simply said turning to the left.

"You should call him respectfully."

Zayna angrily said.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Zayna Bhabi, he just disowned you and you care for him?"

That shuts her up, she knew Haris was right, she looked outside the window.

"Next time inform Aahil bhai before going anywhere, your security is more important for us."

Haris said while looking at her, Zayna looked at him.

"Why can't you all leave all this? I'm tired of living a life like this."

She Whispers, Haris looked at her and sighed.

"All this is not easy, your family was the one who started this war, and we are the one who will finish it."

Haris replied to her and stopped the car and got out, he threw his car keys to the guards asking him to park the car.

Zayna walked in and directly went into her room, she was not in the mood to talk with anyone. She banged on the door untied her hijab and let her tears fall out from her eyes. No matter how hard she tries to stay strong but fails every time.

And how could she not value her relationship with her parents, she loved them but today they proved to her that they didn't love her a bit. She was beyond hurt. She slid down to the floor, her head hurried on her knees, the room was dark. Painful sobs left her mouth. She hated the feeling of being weak. But there was always a breakdown, the loneliness was hugging her. She hiccuped and let out her emotions to flow like a river.

When she was still crying when someone entered the room, she didn't look up, not wanting to embarrass herself. But the aura that came in the room was his and she could feel his presence. Only he could make her feel protected and scared.

He sighed before walking slowly towards her that had calmed down but the tear stains were visible on her pink cheeks. He knew she was crying continuously for hours. He bent to his knees. His heart burned seeing her tears and her red eyes.

He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and cupped her face. Zayna closed her eyes, when she felt his cold hand touch her skin.

"They aren't worth of your tears, sweetheart, I promise they aren't."

He said as gently he could.

"You are wasting your precious tears for those who don't care about you."

He wiped her tears with his thumb. She wasn't feeling embarrassed crying in front of him. Instead, she felt safe. She wrapped his arms around his torso and hugged him tightly, Aahil hugged her back without wasting a second. He rubbed her back and rested his chin on her head. They stayed in the same position for the few minutes when Aahil pulled back.

"You look horrible while crying."

He said to lighten Zayna's mood, she chuckled at him.

"Go and change and spent some time with Nayab and Faaezah, I'm going for work with Asher and Haris."

He didn't know why he informed Zayna about his business as usual he didn't. He got up and Zayna did the same.

"You wont go there from know, i won't tolerate anyone disrespecting my wife."

Aahil said, she looked at him and nodded silently, she knew there was no point in arguing with him.

Aahil slightly smiled at her and moved close to her, he kissed her forehead. Zayna felt some unknown emotions rising in her.

Aahil didn't realised what he had done right know. Maybe because his heart told him to do? Aahil Mir sultan was finally listening to his heart instead of his mind after ages.

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