Sadqay Tumhare

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Squinting his eyes shut against the bright sunlight, he released a soft sigh, running a hand across his face.

Blinking a few times, the memory of him breaking his girl's heart ran through his head. He regretted telling her the truth but at the same time, he knew she deserved that much.

Working as a world leader, as the Prime Minister of a country was so hard, it was not just a day job with power, but it was a full time responsibility where power could cost him his life.

But he loved the rush of it, he absolutely loved it.

Aaina, was still shaken up at the thought of talking to Zaydaan. But at this point, she knew that she had to talk to him, she had to put some relief in her heart, she had to make it stop hurting so much.

Ahad was right. He was right about everything.

She entered her bedroom, the door making a sound upon her entrance. Her eyes fell upon Zaydaan, who was standing up, leaning against the wall and soaking in the sunlight through the tainted glass window.

She walked a few steps, taking a seat on the sofa and then glancing at her husband.

"Do you still love her?" She asked quietly, her head bowed down as she didn't have the courage to look into his eyes right now.

Zaydaan, lost in his own thoughts frowned upon the sudden words by his wife. He turned to look at her.

"What?" He asked, eyes focused on his wife's head that was still lowered.

He could hear her inhale of a deep breath, he could see the slight tremble in her hands as she took a other breath before speaking.

"You said that you loved her, do you still?" She asked again, looking up only for a second before looking down again.

"You're taking this better than I expected."

Either he didn't want to answer her, or either he still loved her.

Aaina couldn't take the latter.

She waited for him to answer her but he didn't. So she questioned again.

"I deserve the truth. Do you still love her?"

This time, her voice cracked at the end. And Zaydaan realised that, he hated that she was crying over this. He understood why but he still hated it.

Life had so many other things to offer and yet here she was, whining and asking about things that weren't secondary to him right now.

But since he agreed that she had to know the truth, the truth that might calm her down a little, he gave it to her.

"No. Not anymore." He replied.

He loved Minal because they loved the same things. He didn't have to change, or think about compromising, or doing anything other than what he liked with her.

With her, things were easy.

So he loved her, whatever he thought love was, he gave it to her. But life gave him a choice and he chose power.

So he loved power more than he loved her. That cleared it, he moved on.

Infact, he hadn't thought much of Minal ever since his marriage. Not until the day he threatened to make her life hell..

Then, he just felt guilty. He felt guilty because he had broken her heart a little, he had walked away from her.

She was his best friend.