"I want to throw you into a fryer and then grind you into the blender."
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Unknown emotions wrap around me
It's so strange
That it's only him whom I look for.
Unwantedly,
Waiting for him
Became a part of my day.
No matter how much I ignore
My mind keeps thinking about him
No matter how much I deny,
I miss him
I can't forget him even for a moment.
I miss him a lot more than I thought
I long for him a lot more than I thought.
Thoughts of him
Stop me from sleeping.
I can't erase him
It feels like I'm standing on the same spot he left me.
It feels as if I'm frozen.
Why did he take my heart without permission?
Why?
Azeen deeply sighed before closing her diary.
It's been three days since she came here. And exactly three days since she saw him or heard his voice. Their memories rushed into her mind. She was missing him. Terribly. She wanted to meet him but at the same time didn't want to.
'Why is life so complicated?!'
Azeen groaned before closing her eyes.
Just when she was about to fall asleep her phone rang.
Frowning, she looked at the clock. It was almost midnight.
'Who might have called her this late?'
She thought before getting out of bed.
As soon as she saw the caller's name her eyes widened.
Holding her breath, she slowly answered the call.
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Standing on the balcony, Fawad looked up at the sky. He hated to admit it but Azeen's absence was affecting him.
He misses her enchanting eyes.
He misses the way she looks at him.
He misses her silly smile.
He misses her clumsiness.
He misses her cooking.
He misses nagging her.
He even misses seeing his room a mess.
In short, he misses her.
Fawad groaned inwardly.
He hated to feel like this... Confused and miserable. Unwantedly his mind always drifts towards her. What has she done to him?
Fawad frustratedly looked at his phone.
It's been three days since she's staying in Quraish Villa. Azeen would frequently call his mother, even talk with Reeha but him. If it was in the past she'd call him at least twice a day and now...
Fawad sighed.
'Does she even think about him?'
Fawad continued to look at her contact number.
He wanted to talk to her. Hear her voice.
After looking at the phone for a couple of seconds, without thinking anything he pressed the call button.
After a couple of rings, he heard her melodious voice. At last.
"Hello?"
"Hi!"
Nervously Fawad greeted not knowing what to say.
"How are you?"
"Fine."
From the other side, Azeen replied.
Fawad waited for her to ask him back but when she didn't, he awkwardly said.
"I'm fine too."
"Why did you call?"
Without beating around the bush, Azeen asked. Fawad never calls her without any reason.
"Because..."
'Because I wanted to hear your voice.'
"Because of the shirt."
Fawad blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.
"Shirt?"
"Yeah. Um... the blue shirt. My favorite one. I'm not ...um... finding it."
Fawad lied while looking at the blue shirt which was lying on the bedside stand.
"Why are you asking me that?"
Confusedly, Azeen asked from the other side. Fawad always keeps his clothes arranged on the cupboard. In fact, sometimes he even helps Azeen in finding her dress from the messy side of the cupboard.
"I thought you might have kept it somewhere."
Fawad replied already cursing himself for asking her such a dumb thing.
"Why will I..."
Azeen stopped before sighing.
"It must be in the cupboard. Search thoroughly."
"No, it isn't. I searched every corner of the cupboard."
"Just wear something else."
"But I need to wear it tomorrow. "
Fawad almost whined.
"You called me for this?"
Azeen asked, sounding disappointed.
She thought he misses her that's why he called her but here he called her for that stupid shirt.
"Yeah. Why? Did you want me to say something else?"
"No."
Massaging her head, Azeen said.
"Look, I don't know where your shirt is so instead of wasting your time on asking me, just search thoroughly in the room and if you still can't find it, then it must be in the laundry."
Not wanting to snap at him, she said as calmly as possible.
"I have to wake up early tomorrow so I am hanging up now."
Saying she was about to hang up when he quickly spoke.
"Wait!"
"Now what?"
Irritatedly she asked from the other side.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were going to stay in your father's house?"
Fawad, at last, asked the thing that has been bugging him.
"Why? Can't I stay here? Or do I need your permission?"
"No-no. That's not what I meant. I mean you could have informed me before leaving. I had to learn about it from Mumma."
Fawad mumbled.
"I did inform you."
Azeen pointed out.
"Yes. But through a message. You could have informed me personally."
"Next time it won't happen."
Not wanting to talk further Azeen said.
"If you have nothing more to say then can I hang up now?"
Fawad wanted to talk further but didn't say anything.
"Okay. Good night."
Hanging up the call, Fawad sighed, closing his eyes.
'Why was it so difficult to make conversation with her?'
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"Hey!"
Entering Ayyan's office, Fawad greeted.
"What are you doing here?"
Frowning Ayyan asked. He was waiting for his beloved wife and here his annoying brother-in-law came instead of her.
"Is that the way you greet your guests? How rude! Come on, tell someone to bring a cup of tea for me."
Sitting down, Fawad said as if he owned the office.
"I don't remember inviting you. So technically you are not my guest. As you are not my guest so I don't think I need to entertain you."
With a tight smile, Ayyan replied.
"Now tell me why are you here?"
Before Fawad could reply, Ayyan added,
"Wait. Let me guess. You must have created a problem between Azeen bhabi and yourself and so you came to take my advice right?"
"I create problems? Who told you that?"
Glaring at him, Fawad questioned.
"Isn't that obvious? I heard Azeen bhabi went to her house and still didn't come back. So it's obvious she's angry at you. I don't blame her though. I mean I'm not actually surprised. With that temper of yours, you must have said something, or did something-"
"You-"
"-to hurt her. As you are here, then I'm guessing she's still angry at you, worse she isn't talking with you."
Without giving Fawad a chance to talk, Ayyan continued to bad-mouth him.
"So from my analysis, one thing is definitely confirmed that this time you messed up pretty bad."
At last, Ayyan completed.
"Am I right or am I right?"
With a smirk, Ayyan asked making Fawad to curse himself for coming to him.
"You think you are an angel on my shoulder who's writing my sins and telling them to me?"
Sarcastically Fawad said, making Ayyan shrug.
"Okay, enough joking. Let's come to the point. What happened?"
Getting serious, Ayyan asked.
"I-I think I like her."
Fawad stammered.
"Interesting!"
Smirking Ayyan while playing with the pen in his hand.
"What? You are not even shocked?"
Fawad asked, surprised.
"Nah! I saw it coming. It was bound to happen."
Keeping the pen on the desk, he continued,
"In fact, I'm surprised that you realized it sooner than I thought."
Annoyedly Fawad looked at Ayyan.
'Was he that easy to read?'
"So have you confessed to her?"
Getting back to the topic, Ayyan asked.
Fawad shook his head.
"Why are you delaying? Just confess and then live happily ever after. One shouldn't delay confessions."
"I... I'm ... confused."
After a while, Fawad said.
"Confused?"
"I like her but I can't forget what she did. I get that she had her reasons but I can't put aside the fact that she practically forced me to marry her. You know I hate lying but for her I lied. I told everyone that we eloped and got married whereas the truth is I was forced to marry her by none other than her and her father. I-"
"What did you say?"
At the sudden interruption, both the men looked at the door to see Reeha standing there in disbelief.
"Reeha."
Ayyan stood up.
"What did you say just now? You were forced to marry Azeen bhabi? What does it mean?"
Ignoring Ayyan, Reeha asked her brother.
She came to meet Ayyan but as soon as she opened the door she heard their conversation.
"Ree, I didn't mean to disclose it like this. I-."
Getting up, Fawad spoke.
"Just stop beating the bush and explain everything to me."
Cutting her brother off, Reeha demanded. She was beyond angry.
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"So all this time you were fooling us? Playing with our emotions?"
Once Fawad disclosed everything, Reeha spoke angrily.
"And you..."
Before Fawad could say anything, Reeha looked at Ayyan.
"I can't believe that you also fooled me."
"Ree, it's not his fault. I was the one-"
Fawad tried to defend Ayyan but was cut off rudely by Reeha.
"I'm talking with my husband! It would be better if you don't interfere with us!"
Reeha said rudely, shutting Fawad off before looking at Ayyan.
"Reeha, please don't stress yourself. It isn't good for the baby."
Ayyan tried to hold her hand which Reeha harshly pulled out from his grasp.
"Don't touch me."
She warned.
"I thought we promised that we will share everything. We will keep no secrets from each other."
Reeha spoke with hurt evident in her voice.
"Yes. Yes, you are right. I'm sorry for not keeping the promise."
"You broke the promise!!"
Reeha yelled.
She felt betrayed.
"I'm sorry."
Ayyan apologized in a small voice.
"Don't! Don't say sorry when you don't mean it. And don't you dare come behind me."
Without saying anything else, Reeha left the office.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Because of me... I shouldn't have come here. I should probably leave."
As soon as Reeha left, Fawad said guiltily.
He felt terrible for causing problems in their life.
"It's not your fault. She was bound to know it one day or another."
Ayyan said while sitting down. He could have gone after Reeha but he knew she meant it when she forbade him to go after her.
"Don't worry. I won't let her be mad at me for long."
Seeing Fawad's guilty face, Ayyan assured although he knew this time it was not going to be easy to get her forgiveness.
"Anyways, about what you said..."
Wanting to divert the topic, Ayyan said,
"I think you should move on from the past. Bhabi knows what she did was wrong. She's regretting it. You should give her a chance."
"Sometimes one should turn a blind eye to keep moving on in life."
Ayyan added.
"And about your confused thoughts, it's better if you discuss it with bhabi. Tell her what you feel, your dilemma... everything."
"Yeah but she doesn't even want to face me let alone talk."
Fawad sighed remembering last night's conversation.
Suddenly remembering something, Ayyan looked at Fawad.
"I was supposed to go today to Quraish Villa. For Imraan to trial the ring for the engagement. You can go there instead of me."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Wait a minute."
Pulling out the box from his drawer, Ayyan passed it to Fawad.
"Here. Ask Imraan if it fits him and also you can visit bhabi."
Taking the box, Fawad said gratefully.
"Thanks, Ayyan."
"I'm really sorry for the trouble."
Indicating the argument between Reeha and Ayyan, Fawad again apologized.
"I promise that after visiting Azeen, I'll talk with Ree."
Without saying anything, Ayyan simply smiled, already planning ways to pacify his beloved wife.
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As soon as Azeen opened her bedroom door, she asked, clearly surprised to see her husband.
"You! How did you come here?"
"By car. Then walked through the door-"
Nervously Fawad started but was cut off by Azeen.
"No. I mean what are you doing here?"
"The ring."
Forwarding the box, Fawad said.
"Ayyan sent me to check Imraan's ring size."
Although Azeen found it weird, still informed.
"Imraan with others went shopping for the engagement."
"I know. The housekeeper told me."
After knowing that Azeen was alone in the house, Fawad directly asked the housekeeper to lead him to Azeen's room.
It was a golden opportunity for him.
"Okay then wait downstairs they'll come anytime."
Saying, Azeen was about to close the door when Fawad held the handle stopping her from closing the door.
"What?"
Confusedly, Azeen looked at him.
"What 'what'? Won't you invite me to the room?"
"No!"
Frowning Azeen said before pulling the door.
"Is this the way you greet your husband? How disrespectful!"
Pushing the door, Fawad said.
"Well, you see my beloved husband doesn't like to be greeted by me."
Again trying to close the door, Azeen said sarcastically.
"But now he wants you to greet him, offer him refreshment and let him enter the room."
Fawad pushed the door trying to enter inside.
"I don't want to let him in."
Pulling the door, Azeen gritted her teeth,
"Gosh, Fawad just let the handle go! I'm busy now!"
"I won't let go."
Fawad replied while trying to enter the room.
For the next couple of minutes, the couple continued to play the 'push and pull' game with the door until Fawad won and almost pushed Azeen to enter the room.
"Get out!"
As soon as Fawad entered the room, Azeen semi-yelled.
She was pissed off at him.
"Nice room."
Ignoring her, sitting on the bed he looked around.
"Btw why didn't you go shopping with others? I thought you love shopping."
Fawad asked, looking at her.
"None of your business."
Azeen said before sitting on the bed and resuming watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
From the corner of her eyes, Azeen looked at Fawad who was also watching with her silently sitting beside her. His hands touched hers. Azeen hated to admit but his closeness was affecting her.
'Why isn't he leaving?'
She thought while trying to act calm.
"When are you coming back home?"
After a minute of silence, Fawad asked.
"Why do you ask?"
Looking at him expectedly, Azeen asked.
"Mumma was asking for you."
He lied, making her disappointed.
"Then I'll tell Mumma before coming back."
Looking away she replied making Fawad groan inwardly.
"Stop being childish, Azeen. Just let's go back home."
Annoyed at her nonchalant attitude, Fawad said.
"I'm being childish?"
"Aren't you? Instead of talking, you are avoiding me, running from me."
"And who told you that I'm running from you?"
"If you aren't then why are you here?"
"I missed Baba, that's why I came. Can't I come here?"
"That's just an excuse. You and I both know you are here because you are angry at me."
"And why do you think I am angry at you?"
"Because I ki-"
Fawad stopped before looking away.
"Because I did something which I shouldn't have. Not without your permission."
Azeen scoffed before looking at him with a murderous glare.
She wasn't angry because of the kiss instead she was angry... hurt because of his attitude towards her.
"Do you know what I want to do to your dumb self?"
Gritting her teeth, Azeen asked.
"Did you... did you just call me dumb?"
Fawad's eyes widened.
Ignoring his words, she said with a creepy smile and a murderous look making him gulp.
"I want to throw you into a fryer and then grind you into the blender."
"W-wh-what?"
Swiftly coming towards his side, Azeen started to punch him.
"You dumb..."
"Ouch!"
"... insensitive..."
Another punch landed on his chest.
"...stupid man!"
"Azeen wha- ahh!"
"How dare you..."
Two more punches hit him.
"How dare you show me your face!"
Letting all her frustration out in grunt and scream, Azeen continued to punch him.
"Azeen... what the hell- ouch! Stop!"
"How dare you not realize your mistake!"
Azeen yelled while continuing to hit him.
At last, caging her in between his arms, he held her hand above her head stopping her from attacking him.
"What is wrong with you?!"
"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with YOU? How dare you not know why I'm angry! How dare you! You vile insensitive man! How could you... You didn't even apologize, instead you say I act childish!"
Breathing heavily, Azeen yelled while wriggling, trying to get out of his hold.
"I'm sorry."
He said still caging her.
"I don't need your damn sorry!"
With her brownish hair spread around like a halo, she angrily looked up at him with her innocent black pearl-like eyes and parted full lips.
Unknowingly Fawad's eyes went towards her lips. He gulped inaudibly as his mind replayed the kiss... how her lips felt soft like petals against his. Her lips were the softest thing he can think of. He couldn't help but feel like kissing her kissable lips again.
Fawad shook his head wanting to dismiss his perverted thoughts away.
Here they were arguing and instead of calming her down, he found her hot.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Azeen's voice brought him back from his perverted thoughts.
"Leave me or else..."
"Or else?"
"Or else I'm going to continue to hit you."
Azeen struggled to try to get out of his hold.
"Oh really? And how are you going to do that?"
He teased her while tightly caging her.
"Your hands are locked by my hands and you don't keep your mouth shut, I'm gonna lock your lips with mine."
As soon as Fawad spoke both of their eyes widened.
'Shizz! What the hell did he say!'
Fawad cursed himself.
"Wha- What did you say?"
Not believing her ears, Azeen stammered.
"No-no. I-I mean-"
Before Fawad could say anything, Azeen kicked him in his left knee making him yelp in pain.
As soon as Fawad released her, Azeen yelled.
"You pervert! Instead of apologizing, you are making perverted comments! How dare you!"
Pushing him out of the room, Azeen continued to yell.
"Get out! Get out of my room!"
Without giving him a chance to speak, Azeen almost pushed him out of the room and then closed the door.
As soon as she closed the door, her eyes fell on the mirror across her. Her cheeks were flushed red resembling a tomato.
'Did the all shy Fawad really make that
remark?'
She thought while touching her blushed cheeks as if trying to lessen the blush.
Hearing her phone rang, she came out of her thoughts and looked at the caller Id.
~Reeha calling~
Composing herself, she picked up the call.
"Hey, Reeha! How are-"
"Are you busy?"
Cutting her off, Reeha asked from the other side.
Although Azeen found Reeha's voice a bit odd, she confusedly replied.
"No. Why?"
"Can you meet me now?"
"Yes. But what happened? Is everything okay?"
Worriedly she asked.
Without replying, Reeha said,
"I'm sending you the location. Meet me there in half an hour."
And then hang up the call.
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