HUMDUM- Laiba & Fahad

28| Heartfelt

Laiba wouldn't accept, but she had been waiting for Fahad's call since last night. But since he didn't reach out, she took out her phone and dialed his number.

Fahad didn't pick up the call, making her feel annoyed and upset. She called a few times before a sense of worry started to grow in her. He should've reached home by now? Is he still in the office?

She called Jiya to confirm, but to her disappointment, Jiya wasn't picking either.

Zayd approached Laiba as she looked at her phone. "Kya kar rahi ho?"

Laiba looked up to see Zayd.

Before she could respond her phone rang and she quickly looked at it. "Jiya" she said to herself. Zayd's eyes slightly shifted.

"Hello? Jiya"
"Haan Laiba, sorry maine call nahi dekha"

"Fahad office se aa gaye?"

" Haan woh..aaj bhai ki tabiyat thodi thik nahi thi, toh woh apne kamre mein araam kar rahe hai"

"Kya hua hai unhe?" Laiba asked concerned.

"thoda bukhar hai bas, tum tension mat lo"

"dawai li unhone?"

"Haan ammi ne de di hogi"

As Laiba kept the call, she couldn't help but feel restless. She hadn't realised Fahad was unwell and wanted to be there with him.

"Kya hua? Sab theek hai?" Zayd asked looking at her worry.

"Fahad ki tabiyat kharab hai Zayd, mujhe waha jaana hai. Tum please mujhe ghar drop kar doge?"

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Zayd sat in the car, parked outside the Khan house, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within him.
Laiba got out of the car and thanked Zayd for dropping her. "Take care" he replied as she left.

He let out a sigh, lost in his thoughts. After a moment of hesitation, he finally picked his phone to dial Jiya's number.

Jiya looked at Zayd's name flash on her phone screen. She felt a pang of surprise and curiosity. She wasn't expecting him to reach out to her, especially at this hour, but a part of her couldn't help but feel happy at the sight of his call.

"Hello?" she said as she picked the call, her voice filled with a hint of uncertainty.

"Uh..Hi
I hope maine tumhe disturb nahi kiya" he said, his voice laced with a touch of nervousness.

Jiya's heart skipped a beat as she heard his voice. She was torn between wanting to distance herself from him and the undeniable connection that they had.
"Nahi, batao" she replied, trying to sound composed.

Zayd hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say, "agar tum free ho, toh hum kahi bahar mil sakte hai? Uhh..Chai peene?"

"main chai nahi peeti" she replied trying to sound dry.

"Coffee- bhi chalegi" he replied instantly as if trying to convince her to say yes.

Jiya's heart fluttered at his words, her eyes widened and she smiled. "Thik hai"

"Tum neeche aajao. Main..tumhare ghar ke bahar hi hu"

"Kya?" She asked her voice filled with a mix of excitement and belief as she got up and sat on her bed.

"Laiba ko chodne aaya tha toh-"

"Oh okay, main..abhi aati hu" she replied ending the call. Her heart pounded with anticipation as she opened her closet trying to find a dress.