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||Mishal POV||
I sat in the lawn and wrapped my shawl around me properly. The cold air was blowing but I was careless about cold because I was enjoying the cold morning. The sun was playing hide and seek but, nonetheless, it was providing sunlight.
I closed my eyes with a smile and listened my surroundings specially sparrows sound. I was so busy in listening the chirping of sparrows that I didn't hear Zayaan approaching me.
"What are you doing outside?" He asked me which made me open my eyes.
I turned and looked up at Zayaan. He was standing with a tray in his hands. The smell of food made my stomach growled but not loud enough.
"Enjoying weather!" I said looking in his eyes.
His eyes were still emotionless but it got soft a little. He was perfect in hiding his emotions from the world. He was like a mystery which I wanted to solve but I knew I would break apart if I ever tried.
One minute, he was soft and in the next minute, he was cold and heartless. I remembered the bed time stories which my mother told my brother every night about a heartless. Zayaan was just like it. The way he killed someone would give anyone a nightmare. I had seen him killing people without any mercy. But he didn't and never killed any innocent person that for sure.
"Eat your lunch properly," He said pulling me out of my thoughts and put tray in front of me on the table.
"Did Kamal come back?" I asked in excitement.
"No, he didn't!" He said in cold voice and his eyes also turned dark in anger.
I pressed my lips together and slouched my shoulder with a sigh and looked away. I silently finished the food while he sat on the chair to my right side.
I looked at him and was about to question him back about Kamal but he didn't let me as he took tray from my hands and walked away.
"Don't forget to take your medicines," He said, going inside the house.
I sighed at the name of medicines and went back inside the house. I went to Zayaan's room and saw him getting inside of the closet. I sat on the bed and took the tasteless medicines.
After five minutes later, I heard him muttering incoherent words in frustration from the closet. I frowned and walked to the closet and knocked on the door.
"What?" He asked in frustration from inside.
"Is everything fine?" I asked him in nervousness.
He opened the slide door and I looked at him wide eyes. He was standing in front of me with the button of his shirt opened. I quickly looked away from his well built body with blushing cheeks.
"I was going to wear this shirt but look at the buttons," He said in anger and put his hand forward which had buttons.
I stared down at the buttons then walked past him inside the closet and took a box out of one of the drawers. I opened the box and pulled a needle and thread out of it.
Zayaan stared at my every move silently. I went back to him and sewing the buttons on his shirt. The closeness between us was making me feel something from which I was unknown.
When I was done, he took the needle from my hand and put it back on its place. I felt a little dizzy and went back to the room. Few minutes later, he came out of the closet looking devilish handsome.
"Be ready at 6. Mom wants family dinner," He said picking his phone and went out of the room without a goodbye.
But who I was complaining about. He never showed any affection to anyone. I sighed and laid down on the bed.
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I felt someone creasing my cheeks and softly kissed on my forehead. I smiled in sleep thinking that was happening in my dream.
After half an hour later, I guess, I opened my eyes and saw sun was almost set and the sky was almost dark. I sat on the bed and rubbed my eyes. I looked at the clock and saw fifteen minutes were left to strike 6.
I stood up but stopped when I saw Zayaan sitting on the couch and working on his laptop. He looked up when he heard me getting up.
"Why didn't you wake me?" I asked him, politely.
"I did but you didn't wake up," He said looking back at his laptop and continued work.
"There is still time. Go and get ready!" He added.
I nodded my head and went to the washroom. I washed my face and went to closet. I got ready in twenty minutes and walked out of the closet.
Zayaan was putting laptop on the nightstand and took his keys when I stood in the room. He looked up at me and stood up.
"Let's go!" He said still staring at me.
I picked my red velvet shawl, which had beautiful embroidery on it, and draped it around me. We both walked out of his room together and out of the house to his car.
He opened the door for me and I sat inside. He also climbed inside and sat beside me. He started the car and drove to his parents house.
I looked out of the window and remembered the day when we visited the doctor.
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We were going back to his house after visiting doctor. When we reached home, he opened the door of my car and we both went inside the house together.
I was going to the guestroom when he stopped me.
"Where are you going?" He asked me.
I turned around and looked at me.
"Taking a little nap," I whispered loud enough for him to hear me.
"Where?"
"Guestroom!" I mumbled.
He stared at me for a second then said,
"You don't have to sleep in guestroom. Go and take rest in my room," He said in stern voice leaving no room for argument.
I nodded my head hesitantly and went to his room. I entered in his room and laid on his bed.
Since then we both slept in same room but he took couch and I took bed.
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I pulled back to reality when the car was stopped. I noticed we reached at his parents house. We both climbed out of the car and went inside together.
There was laughing coming from the living hall of many people. When we reached there, I noticed there were more people. Innaya, Asher, Dr. Izzah and few more unfamiliar people other than mom and dad.
Mom smiled looking at me and came to us. She greeted us and pulled me in hug.
"Why are you looking weak? Is he not taking care of you?" She asked pulling me with her.
"No, he takes care of me!" I said taking Zayaan's side.
"If you say so," She said and turned to the small crowd once we reached there and introduced us, "Everyone, this is my Zayaan's beautiful wife, Mishal. Mishal, I guess you already met Innaya, Asher and Izzah. Now meet Daniel. He is Izzah's husband. He is Jahanzaib, Izzah's and Innaya's father. He is Jafri, Daniel's father."
I greeted them all and Innaya came towards me and gave me a hug. Zayaan sat beside the gents while Innaya and Izzah suggested we should sit outside for ladies gossips.
"If I sat there more than 5 seconds then God knows what I would have done to that idiot," Innaya mumbled in frustration.
"He is not that bad," Izzah said sitting on the chair, in lawn.
We all sat on the chair and Innaya glared at Izzah. Izzah raised her hands up in surrender and tuned to me.
"I know we just saw each other last week but how are you doing now?" She asked.
"Just fine!" I said with a smile.
"Mind if I join you kids?" Mom asked with a servant behind her.
"I thought you are a kid in us," Innaya said with sly smile.
"That I still am," She said with a wink and sat beside me on the chair.
The servant put the bowls of ice cream in front of us. I looked at ice cream and thought who ate ice cream in cold weather.
"What are you thinking, dear?" Mom asked in concern.
"Ice cream in cold weather. I mean who eat ice cream in cold season?" I voiced my thought and looked at her when she gasped.
"Girls in this condition love eating ice cream and chocolate. Haven't you started giving my son a hard time?" She asked in shocked.
I shook my head and looked the bowl when she handed it to me.
"When I was at your place and carrying Zayaan and Shayaan. I always craved for weird things and started irritating their father from the third week," She said and laughed as she recalled the memories while I frowned at the name of Shayaan because I didn't know him.
"Your mother in law is very childish and loves to spoil kids. I can't wait to spoil my grandkids," She smiled and said in excitement.
I was feeling bad about the part of grandkids but didn't show it because I didn't want to ruin her happiness.
"Mishal, let me tell you one thing," Innaya said with an evil grin, "You mother in law can also become an evil lady when needed. She can blast anything with just a snap of her finger. If you ever find Zayaan is not comparative with you then ring her."
"No one call me blaster for no reasons," Mom said flipping her hairs and giggled.
After having childish gossips with mom and both girls, we all went inside the dinning hall for dinner. On dinning table, Innaya sat beside me before Zayaan sat.
"Sorry, bro. I want to sit beside your wife. But you can sit beside Asher," She said with a smirk which was directed towards Asher.
Zayaan looked at me then at Asher who was shaking his head but, nonetheless, he sat beside him. Innaya chuckled quietly.
"What is it?" I whispered to her.
"What is what?" She asked, innocently.
I shook my head at her with a smile and waited for the servant to serve quickly. The smell of delicious food made me starving.
"You know you are very lucky!" Suddenly, Izzah whispered, who was sitting on my other side.
"How?" I asked her in confusion.
"Because you have Zayaan and everyone who cares for you," She whispered with a distant look and smile.
Everyone thinks other people have perfect life but they don't know their life is also far from being perfect. They also have problems which they are facing but never utter a word about it.
You never know somewhere in the world, someone wants to live a life like you but you never know about it. Why? Because you are so engrossed in thinking about living a life like other person, who you think have a perfect life.
The reason why I never ended my life because I knew the place where I stood and lived, was someone's dream. Why? Because they thought the life I was having was perfect.
Everyone should remember nothing is perfect in this world. Not even a person. Everyone have their flaws.
I glanced up at Zayaan and thought about my flaws. The biggest mistake of my life was this baby which I was carrying.
I knew the abortion option was up but I didn't want to abort it and became a murderer. I also didn't want to give this baby unwanted feelings because I knew it was so painful when your parents didn't love you and hate you for unknown reason.
No matter what, I would give baby love which he/she deserved. If Zayaan never loved my baby, I would never questioned him but I would try my best to that baby both father and mother love. Because my baby was on no fault about that night.
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