☀︎︎ zero o'clock ☀︎︎

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"Qubool hai." The words felt unreal to her. It was happening. Three months had passed within a blink. It was happening too soon. Or maybe, she took it all too lightly. Adorned in her fancy grey dress, she tried not to bite onto her lower lip and eat away her lipstick as per her best friend's soft reminder. She tried keeping her eyes on her hands designed with heavy henna and filled with rings, her wrists felt heavy under the weight of fresh white gajray. Still, she had to sit still for now, just for a few more hours and this will be over.

The same question was asked the second time as she lifted her brows and her big brown eyes stared at her dad in confusion and surprise.

"Do I really have to say it thrice?" She questioned as the elderly man nodded his head, suppressing his emotions with a tight smile. Her uncle standing as a gawah for the nikkah shook his head, not liking the bride's attitude. While her best friend, Eshal, suppressed her giggle over Zuha's stupid question.

"Qubool hai." She let out the words, almost too easily, though her heart had slowly started picking up speed as the papers were represented for her to sign on them.

Once signed, she'll no longer be single. She'll no longer be Miss Zuha Aslam. She'll become someone's wife. She'll step into a new phase of her life. Her life will change. Away from her family. With a new family. Her priorities will have to change. Most of all, she'll have a husband. Someone who is considered your other half and your most important priority after marriage as per her mother's words.

Zuha Aslam had just completed her university two weeks ago, she turned 22 years old a week after that and this date for her nikkah was decided by both the families three months ago. The families met for the first time six months ago, through connections of course.

Zuha lived with her parents and one younger brother. They were a small family. Her brother, Zain, was 8 years younger than her, thus very pampered. Though she took her plate of attention to the fullest for being the only daughter. She had a masters degree in the field of 'throwing tantrums' 24/7. She was known as the 'spoiled brat' among her cousins for that. She didn't care about that and lived her life to the fullest.

Her phuppo introduced them to Momin's family, whose phuppo was her phuppo's neighbour. Connections are crazy, no doubt. They had been neighbours for years, and when family talks are done, rishtas are introduced, and the ones bound to happen, would happen.

They lived in a different city, about 2 hours drive away. The first time the families met, Zuha and Momin were given privacy to have a conversation with each other. Surprisingly, they clicked and the conversation went so well they didn't even realize they talked for 2 hours. Asking each other concerned questions, about future, life goals, the questions they had for each other were quite similar too, and the answers, satisfying. That kind of compatibility was rare.

It was a 'yes' from both of them and the families began preparations in excitement. Though fixing a date for the wedding was made according to Zuha's wish. After her graduation. She was sad about moving 2 hours away from her parents house, but her mom consoled her saying it wasn't that far.

One more reason for her calmness was Momin's younger sister, Maha. They were also a small family of four people, Momin being the eldest son, 26 years old, which was 4 years older than her, and Maha, the youngest one, who was 19 and getting into a university.

She became friends with Maha since she also had a very talkative personality like Zuha. They talked quite often on texts and she would talk about Momin sometimes. He was a good brother, so he'd be a good husband too, right? Zuha wondered.

She had gotten quite close with Maha in the past six months. Recently, she had asked for Zuha's help in choosing a good university for her since she was choosing the same major as her, business. Unlike her brother, she wasn't interested in science field at all. Moreover, she wanted to study abroad which was another concern she talked about to Zuha, saying their parents might not allow her to move out alone.

Fast forward to present; it was finally time for the bride to be escorted to the stage as Eshal fixed the heavily embroided net dupatta, which had slipped down from the giddy bride's shoulder.

"The panic that it's actually happening is hitting me like a bullet train right now, Eshal." Zuha held her best friend's arm, shaking it as she bit her lower lip but quickly abandoned the act on tasting the bitter lipstick.

"Same. I can't believe you're married. It has happened, Zuha!" Eshal squeaked, grabbing the bride's hand as a few petals of the gajra fell to the floor due to the movement of their hands.

"Chalo Zuha, stage py jaany ka time ho gaya hai. Eshal beta, isska lehenga set kar dijiye ga jab yeh beth jaye." Her mom dried off her face, her eyes still teary looking at her daughter.

"Jee aunty." Eshal nodded.

"Aw mama, royein tou mat na. Warna mein nikkah cancel kar dungi." Zuha reached out to her mum, hugging her from her shoulders. Her mom lightly smacked her back letting out a weak chuckle. "Aisy nai kehty, badtameez."

After having a sweet mother-daughter moment, she was escorted to the hall, onto the stage. Everything felt too unreal to her. A billion relatives, some she didn't even recognize, some old faces, some unlikable ones she wish weren't invited, some her favourite people. One by one, everyone came forward to congratulate her and hand over salami to her and get their picture taken with the bride.

"You're literally the prettiest bride I've ever seen, Zuha." Eshal squeaked again next to her, to hype up her best friend, while collecting her salamis, as Zuha had said, 'Can't trust anyone else with my money other than you', giving her the job.

"Thanks, babe, but I don't think I can carry on being the bride today. My back's broken. I feel like I'll snap my neck if I keep sitting here like a statue smiling for all these photographs." Zuha let out slowly, keeping the tired smile on her face. Eshal giggled and was about to reply when Zuha's cousins came up on the stage to take selfies with her.

She let them surround her, smiling for the pictures. She could write a hundred million reasons why being a bride was the hardest thing on earth. Thank God, it was a once in a lifetime moment. She'd never do this again. Ever. She was running out of energy now.

"Daado kahan hein?" She asked her cousin when it hit her she hadn't met her most favourite person yet. Her grandmother couldn't get up from the wheelchair, so she wouldn't come up on the stage herself. She got up holding her lehenga in her grip, walking down the stage as Eshal quickly followed her, helping her out.

She had been getting judgemental looks from her relatives for being a talkative bride, all laughing on stage with people, and now she was off the stage, walking around the hall. Would that stop her from being herself? No.

"Assalam-o-alaykum daado." She bent down, hugging the lovely woman. It was hard for her to do so while carrying the heavy dress, as the embroidered dupatta loosely attached with a safety pin fell from her shoulder, but who cared about it, the woman infront of her was smiling so bright upon seeing her.

After conversing a little with her grandmother, she was escorted back to the stage as it was time for the groom to come. If she still wasn't facing the reality fully, now she would, because this would be the second time she'd meet him after six months.

Eshal fixed her dress as she settled on the stage, suddenly nervous and silent. "Oh my God, Zuha?" Eshal exclaimed, eyes wide.

"WHAT?" Zuha asked panicked.

"Why are you already blushing? He's not even here yet." She laughed out loud, making fun of Zuha's nervous form. "Eshal yarr!" Zuha whined smacking her hand away, and fixing her gajras quickly putting her hands on her lap.

The hall was filled with murmuring and she knew he had entered. Her cousins and friends surrounded her on the stage, ready to tease the crap out of the groom, in the nicest words chosen. Looting him off was one of the ways.

Surprisingly, he didn't argue at all. One of his friend, or colleague, or cousin, or whoever the funny guy was, did have a funny argument with Eshal, and Zuha could swear she saw her best friend blush a little. She took a mental note to tease her about it later.

Once he settled next to her, she kept looking down at the rings on her hands. Should she peek at him? Does he still look the same? Maybe she shouldn't, it's not a good idea. Because the first time she saw him, she didn't blink for like 30 seconds while shamelessly staring at him on his face, in front of everyone's face actually.

Was she embarrassed? Yes, very much. But did she regret it? No, very much not.

Since Momin Malik had the visuals which were better than any models she had ever seen. Dark brown fluffy hair, chiseled jaw, shoulders so broad she had to triple hers probably, dark brown eyes and his eyelashes? Why didn't she have such long lashes, it felt unfair. Oh, and he was taller than 6 ft for sure, 6'2? Maybe. Because Zuha looked like an ant sized infront of him. She was 5'5, not that short. His hulk size of a body added to that part to make her look tinier.

"Haal poocho ek doosry ka." His mom whispered to them as they awkwardly sat there. He looked towards her, she could feel his gaze on her through the corner of her eyes but she didn't dare look his way. Blinking at the front, she was in a daze, clearly out of brains to say something.

"How are you?" He cleared his throat, and asked slightly bending towards her. His voice was low pitched and..... attractive.

"Fine." Zuha pushed her lips upwards, into something like a smile according to her, but it just felt awkward.

"What about you?" She asked back, looking at her mother-in-law who was the reason for the act.

"Good." He answered simply. So calm. Just like he was the first time they met. Zuha wondered how could he sound so relaxed. Her eyes landed on his hands slowly. They were too pretty for a surgeons hands too. Again, how unfair. Her eyes trailed upwards to look at his face in a quick glance, but she couldn't continue the act as people started coming up the stage again.

She was reaching her limit. If she sat there for more time, she might die. The people weren't stopping, the mubaraks were endless. Soon, the photographer started asking them to sit a certain way for the shoot.

"Can you look at each other for the picture." He asked, his camera ready to click more photos.

"No. No." Zuha quickly declined, looking anywhere but at him.

"Are you nervous to look at me?" Momin asked, his tone was teasing her and she definitely heard a chuckle leave his mouth.

"No." She deadpanned, still not looking at him. "Then why can't you look at me?" He tilted his head her way, the corner of his lips tilting in a teasing smirk, all it took for Zuha was to move her eyeballs rightward and view his face beside her. God, he's gorgeous. She forgot to blink for another 30 seconds there.

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"Aneel." Momin called out his work colleague and the only friend he had at the hospital. Aneel was a happy pill, a fun guy who was friends with everyone at the hospital. He'd befriend patients too.  He was an anesthesiologist in Momin's team and had been with him in every surgery he had performed.

Meanwhile, Momin was the complete opposite. Most of the people working under him or even the ones not associated with him were scared of him, Aneel was an exception, of course. Momin was strict in his rules and suggestions. Never involved himself in extra talks or activities not work-related. Since he had never even once failed in a surgery he did, all were successful and well performed resulting in healthy patients. Therefore, he got the highest post among surgeons in the hospital.

"Did you get calls and messages from the hospital too?" He asked Aneel by taking him to a corner.

"Yeah, I thought they're all probably mad at you and jealous of me because you didn't invite them to your wedding." He hogged the sweet dish, shrugging and enjoying the wedding food to the fullest. Desi food is best at desi weddings for sure. Momin gave him an annoyed look.

"It seems serious. The chief has messaged me." He showed him the message of an emergency meeting being called.

"Oh, come on bro. You're not gonna do this on your big day. It's your WEDDING!" Aneel cried out.

"Look at all these missed calls." He showed the 12 missed calls to his friend who was not having any of it.

"For God's sake. It must be nothing except for that sponsorship being cancelled because the chief couldn't save that old man's nephew and now he says he is going to make sure the hospital goes bankrupt and closes down-" Aneel came to a sudden halt, "Oh no, Momin bro!" He ran behind his walking figure to catch up. Holding Momin by his wrist in the air, he let out a loud gasp.

"I'm not letting you become a run-away bride. No." Dramatically, he hugged his wrist as Momin rolled his eyes, freeing himself in one jolt.

There was no stopping him of course. Informing his sister, Momin drove to the hospital in his sherwani with a whining Aneel by his side. "For God's sake. You're unbelievable. Tum hospital sy shaadi kar lety. Ek din bhi yahan aaye beghair saans nai aata tumhy?" The ride was filled with taunts his way from Aneel.

Entering the chief's room, they saw a mess. Papers and files spread on the table, the chief was sitting on his chair blankly. He wore his glasses, and got up from his chair.

"Doctor Momin. Doctor Aneel. Thank you so much for coming." He spoke in his rusty voice.

"Is everything okay?" Momin made his way into the room, with Aneel following behind. They both shared a confused look. It was just as Aneel had said. They all had thought it was just bluffing and the chief would convince the sponsorship to remain, but in contrast to that, all the other sponsors were taken away from the hospital. It's crazy how in front of power and money, everyone grows weak.

Heal & cure private hospital was a known and big hospital in the city. Most of the emergency patients were brought here due to it's fast and efficient services. It had the biggest sponsors too, one of them being Momin's dad. He was sure his dad won't have cancelled the sponsorship from the hospital, thus it could survive somehow with a little more help, even if not on the same standard.

"Just because I failed to save one life, they say my hospital is a failure and not worthy of operating." He wiped a tear. He had been running the hospital for 30 years now, and Momin had joined this hospital for his internship and then started working here too, it had been 6 years in total for him. He had become the surgeon he was today by working here. There had been baseless rumors about him getting the position due to his dad sponsoring the hospital, but he knew how hard her had worked, and his successful surgeries were a proof enough to shut the rumors down.

"What are you planning to do now?" Momin asked, elbows on his knees and his hands joined together.

"I can't accept this. I won't close this place down because of that. The hospital can run on my savings, but I won't be able to pay all the doctors we have here. I wanted some investment and help from the team. It was such an unexpected situation. I tried explaining a plan to them, but everyone left. They said they'll resign if I can't pay them and created a scene here." The chief pointed at the mess they had seen, with a sad chuckle. In the end, everyone cared about the name of the hospital and their salary. If both of those were gone, they'd become strangers in a second.

"Momin. You've always been there for this hospital and we can't do without you. Our hospital truly needs a renowned surgeon like you." The chief looked at him with hope in his eyes again. "If you want, I'll even make you the chief-" Before he could complete his sentence, Aneel let out a chuckle.

"You don't need to give this man greed. He's literally married to this hospital, what makes you think he'll leave this place." Holding Momin's shoulder with a proud smile on his face, he continued. "And I am too in love with his surgery skills to join anyone else with my talents." At that, Momin smiled, shaking his head.

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"Bhabhi!" Maha teasingly let out as Zuha rolled her eyes at her. She had warned her not to call her 'bhabhi' since it made her feel old, and them distant.

"Bhai bhi na! Wo itni jaldi mein mujhy bata kar nikal gaye, but zaroor koi emergency ho gi." She settled on the bed with Zuha, trying to keep her company as it had already been an hour since the ceremony was over and she had been brought home.

Though everyone kept whispering about the groom not being there at the time of rukhsati, and she could feel the tension among his parents at his sudden disappearance, but all the chaos while leaving covered it up. Her parents were concerned too, but they were more worried and sad about her. The crying and goodbyes were her least favourite.

"By the way, bhabhi. I have thought about it, and I think I'm gonna go for the university option in UK. The one in Liverpool."

"Oh. It's a great choice." Zuha smiled.

"But the problem is mumma papa might not let me go alone. And I think they're planning to go with me if I really choose to go." She spoke in a whisper, as if telling a secret.

"Really?" Zuha was a little taken aback, since thinking about that means she and Momin would be left here, all alone.

"Yeah, but I don't know for sure though. Let's see what happens. Since I still have a month." Maha continued to chit chat with her until they heard a car honk from outside.

"He's finally here! Bhabhi, make sure you teach him a lesson for bailing on you like that." Maha gave her a thumbs up, got up and made her way outside, closing the door. Zuha relaxed on the bed, then tensed up again once she heard footsteps.

She folded her straightened legs under her lehenga, fixing her dupatta. He entered in with a knock for some reason, and that gave her more time to fix herself.

"I'm sorry about leaving. It was an emergency meeting." He said as he closed the door and walked in. What was she supposed to say now? It's okay? No, it wasn't. It didn't melt her anger. But she was too nervous to get mad on his face. She twisted the ring around on her finger and kept playing with it, nervously.

He went to the washroom to change when she didn't respond for one minute. Well, Zuha Aslam could go on mute mode in anger? She never knew that herself. But what was this behaviour? He didn't even come to sit with her. Or say something else. Or give her the gift thing. Or whatever.

She didn't know what to feel at the moment. Her thoughts were a mess. Her emotions were all clashing. Angry. Nervous. Sad. Anxious. In all that, she heard the washroom door open and he was out. Freshened up. Changed in his casual wear.

Not even looking in her direction, he got a hold of his phone he had placed on the dressing table when he had entered, and walked in her direction. More like, crossing her direction, towards the side table next to her, and put his phone on top, as if claiming the side as his.

"I'll take the left side." She spoke, her voice came out a little too annoyed than she wanted, but she couldn't help it.

"I always sleep on this side of the bed." He said with the same calmness, the same low tone, still distracted.

"Tou? Ab right py so jaya karein." Zuha tried not to frown and throw something at him. Her whole body felt like it was breaking apart into pieces while waiting for him in the heavy attire, and here he was not even taking a single glance her way?

"You can take the right side." He let out a sigh, massaging his temple and rubbing his eyes as if he was the bride and is dying of tiredness now.

"No, you!" Her voice came out louder than before, she didn't have time to regret that now, as he turned towards her, his eyes red, tired, from lack of sleep, maybe?

"I don't like anyone ordering me around." He was still calm, same pitch voice, but it sounded fatigued. Zuha felt a little guilty now.

"N-neither do I!" She still had to keep her stance.

"Did I ever order you around?" He asked, tilting his head, his hand on his shoulder, as a cracking sound was heard from his neck.

Bohut deeth hein! Zuha pursed her lips. Should she just give up on it, or try a little more?

"No but yes." Deciding on testing his patience more, she folded her arms, still seated on the left side."You're ordering me to take the right side."

"Seriously? Are we gonna fight on 'which side of the bed belongs to who' on our wedding night?" He ran a hand through his hair, messing the brown locks up. Zuha bit her lip, looking at his still calm posture.

"Acha theek hai. I'll take the right side since I'm nice unlike someone." She got up from the bed, rolling her eyes.

He looked like he had a nice comeback, but not the energy to open his mouth so he silently dragged himself on the bed as Zuha made her way to change.

Taking her time, to change and to overthink her life decisions, when she returned to the room, she found him sleeping soundlessly and a red coloured box on the right side of the bed. Oh, at least he didn't forget it. She made her to the bed, but this was definitely not the best way to give a gift. It was as if he just got rid of it by placing it on her side. So rude of him.

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"Can we change the song?" She nervously chuckled, her fingers rolling the straw of the iced latte in her hand as the banging sound of the song in the car's speakers was definitely not helping the mission she came for.

They were supposed to interact, have a nice conversation to get to know each other more. It had been a week since their wedding and this big man,  with broad shoulders and a devilishly handsome face, who was fortunately her husband had barely showed up to their house. It could be said the hospital was his home and he was married to the patients there because he spent more time with them, than her, his actual wife.

She would be glad if he showed up at 12:00 am in the night, but he'd straight up take a shower and she'd try initiating a conversation by asking about his day to get the same tired response, 'It was tiring. Busy. Too many emergency patients. I have to go back early.' Asking the question back uninterested, he'd doze off to sleep while she'd be speaking.

"Why, I like this one." He sipped onto his Americano, his other hand at the back of his head with the elbow pressing against the closed window, still looking a little distracted.

"I don't. I prefer sad songs." She told while staring at the screen showing the current song playing.

"Hip-hop for me." He shrugged, his finger tapping the cup of coffee in his hand.

"Woah. You don't look like you would enjoy hip-hop to be honest." Zuha let out, a little surprised. The song finally ended and she let out a grateful sigh.

"You do look like you'd enjoy sad songs pretending to be heart-broken by a non-existent being." He looked in her direction, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Oh my God! How do you know- I mean, nai ab aisi bhi baat nai hai." She defensively changed her stance as soon as she saw that satisfyingly annoying smirk pull up across his face. He did it to tease her on the stage on their wedding day too.

"Kya milta hai magar mach ke ansoo ro kar?" He shook his head, shifting his hand from the back of his head on the steering wheel. Zuha stared, wondering if he wasn't going to turn the song back on. Then got back to frowning at his words.

"So rude of you to say. Rehne dein, aap ko samajh nai aaye ga." She stopped playing with the straw, sipping onto the cold coffee. So refreshing.

"Sure. Samajhna bhi nai chahta mein." He chuckled, taking the last sip of his coffee.

"Tsk. Samajhne ki salahiyat bhi honi chahiye usske liye." She attacked back, proudly.

"Wo, alhumdulillah, bohut hai." He placed the empty coffee cup in the middle, giving her a proud look too.

No Zuha, don't get distracted by his face. She blinked, it took her 20 seconds this time. Progress.

"Ajeeb, larai karni hai tou bol dein." She placed her coffee, which was still half filled, next to his empty cup. His eyesbrows rose as he backed away in his seat.

"Nai, I'd prefer a peaceful silence." He started looking out of the window, making Zuha sigh inwardly. They had just began talking though. The silence didn't last long as his phone started ringing. Grabbing it, he excused himself. It was from the hospital. Of course, how could her sotan not disturb when she was finally getting some time with him.

It was because the hospital had an internship programme offered and many newly graduates took part in it, supporting the staff. The situation was better than the one hectic week now and he had gotten some free time in the evening. So he called her up to take her out since his mother had given him an earful for being so inattentive towards his wife.

They clicked off so well in their first meeting. Talked for 2 hours without any distractions. Or maybe, it was because they had a lot to ask each other?

Zuha picked her coffee up and started chewing on the straw, annoyed. Her eyes landed on a young couple entering the parking area. Something was weird. The guy had his hand on the girl's shoulder, as the purse hanging on her shoulder moved a little too much. She was typing something on her phone with both her hands so she couldn't hold it to stop that.

As the couple walked past their car, she noticed the guy's hand carrying the purse over her shoulder from behind. So she wasn't even carrying it in the first place and the hand on her shoulder was to make it look like she was? Zuha couldn't help but let out a laugh. This was crazy.

The girl suddenly slapped his hand away from her shoulder since the bag kept dancing, and this made Zuha laugh more. She smacked the dashboard, while covering her mouth to not sound insane. What clowns. She pursed her lips, still shaking while controlling her laughter. His call ended and she let out her laughter.

"What did the dashboard do to you?" He gave her a serious look, his eyes a little wide.

"Oh. Meri adat hai. I smack anything or anyone close to me when I'm laughing." She said out while giggling, still watching as the couple disappeared in the car.

"Kaafi ajeeb adatein hein aap ki." He said, unamused.

"At least I didn't smack you. Warna haste huye tou mein mama ka bhi lihaz nai karti. Ek baar na.." She began telling him stories, her mood lifted up due to the sudden appearance of the clown couple. Her stories consisted of jumbling a million stories together until she told them all till the end.

"You're quite talkative." He ran a hand through his hair, as Zuha didn't know whether it was a compliment from his side or an annoyed statement.

"Oops. Yeah, but I talk more with people I'm close to-" She paused, thinking deep. "Ah-uh wait, let me rephrase. Comfortable. Yes, people I'm comfortable around would be right to say." Snapping her fingers, she pointed the index fingers upwards, with a satisfied grin.

"So you're comfortable around me?" He raised a brow, his elbow placed in the middle seat.

"Well duh. I just said it. At least, it's not awkward." She shrugged, the melting cold coffee still in her hands. The straw was trapped in her fingers once again, as she suddenly grew nervous. "I mean, I'm not awkward. I'm just fine. Yeah. I don't know about you though. But-"

"You're rambling." He chuckled noticing her fingers. A nervous habit. Cute.

"Yes I am." She nervously chuckled.  "Well, my point was, I don't usually get comfortable around anyone to talk about myself this quickly."

"Now don't say something cheesy like, 'maybe there's a connection between us'," he was using his teasing tone again, "like meant to be together type stuff."

"Ew what?" Zuha let go of the straw, her face turning in his direction. "Well, hearing you say that now makes me think you're more of a cringe type." She made an ugly face at him.

"More like," he came forward, his face bending to her eye level, "more of a romantic type."

This time, she didn't only forget to blink, she also forgot to breathe. Too close. She gulped. Loudly. He probably heard it too. The slight teasing tilt of his lips was back on his face.

"I might, as well, just start smacking you." She turned to the front, breathing out, blinking her eyes fast. Took her 40 seconds this time. She was proud of her response though.

"I don't know how to feel about that." He chuckled, returning back to his position too. Zuha bit her lip, they were making progress. He was talking to her. She had to continue the talk somehow. She couldn't let it get awkward again.

"Honestly, it's funny I even said comfortable because my baba is the only dude i'm comfortable around." She told putting the coffee away.

"Dude? Seriously. You sound like a 'papa's princess'." He handed her a tissue noticing her moist hands due to holding the melting coffee. She took it with a 'Thank you', smiling at his thoughtfulness. He noticed small things.

"Well, you can say I'm the favourite child." before Zain was born, she didn't have to add that part. "Mama and baba. I love teasing them both equally." Her thoughts went back to her parents as a smile made it's way on her lips. "They're too cute. Ah, now I miss them."

"We can go to meet them the coming weekend." His words made her eyes shine bright with excitement as she gave him a wide grin.

"Pakka? Nah, give me a promise so we can seal the deal." She brought her hand forward for him to shake and as he did, she passed a light slap on his forehead as a seal. He made a shocked face making her laugh since he wasn't expecting that. "Done!" She laughed, he joined with a shake of his head, until the same annoying sound of his phone ringing disrupted their moment. Zuha sighed, maybe she should get used to it, because they were making progress, right?

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/Author's Note\

Cue the oye hoyes 😭

*the author bopping her head like*

no dont come at me cuz it was a LOOOONG CHAPTER to make up for the time i took to post it 🙄

okie so how do y'all like them two? Zuha has prolly made a nice likable impression cuz shes too cute ok yee-

but boy prolly left a bad first impression cuz he did yeah

You're gonna find out a lot about them in the later chaps so yeah~

i'll try keeping it as light as possible too 😔

Btw, how many hours would u all like to ride?👉👈🤓

(Zero o'clock to ........)

Don't go all infinite hours cuz,

chalani tou mai ne apni marzi hi hai 🙄 bass as a formality pooch liya tha!😌

Anyways, until the next o'clock;

Take care🥀

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