(Zaeem's POV)
Time really flies fast,
few days ago the collaboration was announced and now,
I was standing infront of the mirror getting ready for the party.
I stared at my reflection on the silver glass, My eyes were red giving a hint of restless nights of mine.
In these last days sleep was forbidden to me, Every night was drenched in Long talks with myself, about how things should have been but couldn't be, about finding solution to my unanswered questions, untangling my tangled mind, about reasons of my troubled heart, Finding an ounce of peace and light in this dark space.
an uneasiness settled inside my heart,
My mind was still in haze and I wasn't ready to face all of these things.
Exhaling heavily I gave my collar a final tug.
Cascading down I saw a woman sitting on the couch. That woman felt different yet so familiar. She was so similar to Eda except her eyes, her eyes were dark while on the other hand Eda got the eyes of our father, light and bright. Catching on to my presence the woman stood up.
"Assalamualaikum Zaeem!"
Her simple words of Salam rang in my ears like a bell and I nodded in response.
There was an awkward silence in the lounge. Gladly the long strikes of heel broke it.
"MAMA!"
And I knew it was Eda.
The way Eda ran into her mother's arms in this way stirred deep emotions of mine. An unconscious wish arose in me and I started thinking about my own mother.
'Would she have hugged me like that or showered me with unconditional love?'
these were the unanswered questions inside my brain. I turned my eyes away from the mother-daughter scene.
Moving outside of house, I opened the box of cigarette, putting one of them in my mouth.
and that's when my eyes caught the silhouette of Mirha who was standing near her bike.
My breath hitched as I absorbed her appearance from head to toe. Her slender body was completely wrapped in an ankle length dress. Her hair flat and straight falling down reaching her lower back. Her face felt ethereal and lastly I saw her twin moles on the upper left side of her lips, which were completely illuminating under the dull lighting.
Her dark Maroon dress highlighting her tan skin.
I always had a special attraction to her moles.
Clearing my thoughts I fake coughed to grab her attention.
raising my eyebrows I questioned her with my eyes.
(Author's POV)
Zaeem questioned Mirha with his eyes.
feeling Zaeem's heated stare, Mirha felt timid. The way he gazed her from head to toe makes her heart skipped two beats.
slightly shooking her head, Mirha turned her heels and headed inside. Zaeem's eyes were glued to her retreating back.
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Everyone were ready and now sitting in their respective vehicles except for one person and that was Mirha.
Why? Because she had motion sickness and that was the reason she had learned to ride a bike, but now it was difficult to even sit on a bike in that heavy long dress.
Angry as she hits her heel on the floor, her friends trick her by saying they won't let her sit in the car and that they're afraid she'll throw up.
what was she going to do now?
standing in the middle of main threshold of house, She thought.
A loud horn pulled her out.. as she turned her heels to see a car standing just behind her. it was his car.
but she thought Zaeem has also left with everyone
ohh how wrong she was,
the car roared loudly..
it was hot,
pretty hot that he had roared the engine instead of giving horn.
moving aside she went towards passenger's seat. Zaeem opened the window.
"What happened?"
He asked in the usual tone.
Embarrassed about telling her problem to him, She stayed quiet.
Zaeem stared at her face. and opened the car lock,
"sit"
"what?"
Inhaling deeply he once again roared the engine.
"I don't like repeating myself Mirha!"
his voice suddenly rough.
Mirha silently obliged not wanting to make her boss mad, and sat on the passenger seat.
Mirha? A talkative girl but when she is in Zaeem's presence she forgets even her name.
Zaeem hadn't closed the car's window,
that small gesture of his fluttered Mirha's heart. knowing that Zaeem had the window open because of her sickness left deep Crimson on her cheeks .
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The hustle bustle was on top. The whole hall room was filled with people.
some sipping on their juices while some discussing business.
In between all of these things, there stood a man with a brownie stuffed in his mouth unknown to his surroundings.
"relax bro! you're acting like you haven't eaten anything for last two days"
Saad's eating session was interrupted by Amaar's voice.
"well.... I don't give a fu** if that's how it looks like"
wiping his mouth Saad replied.
one step backward and he bumped with a long haired beauty. The girl fell down. Saad was shamelessly gazing at the girl on floor with long hair and for once in his life, he felt his heart skipping a beat.
"rascal!"
Izna's loud curse brought Saad out of his imagination.
and he laughed at her. Now Izna was on her feet.
"a beauty like you shouldn't shout profanities on others"
Saad suggested with a grin.
"ohh so what should I do? should I thank you for making me fall, or should I praise you for bumping into me?"
Izna asked with an annoyed tone. she was getting furious, not in the mood to fight she left from there immediately.
"stay away from her, She is one Zaeem's special team member"
once again hearing Amaar's voice from behind, he felt irritated at Amaar's habit of speaking from behind.
titlting his head slowly he narrowed his eyes at Amaar and said,
"Shut up!"
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Mirha and Eda who were silently listening to Izna's constant chatter about the guy she bumped into and how she hates that person e.t.c.
"and you know what he even had the audacity to call me the 'beauty' hell he doesn- "
Izna stopped mid track as she sensed the tension around her. Her two other friends staring at the scene infront of them.
There stood Zaeem Ahmed Khan facing the other two men.
after long eight years, all three of them were together under the same roof.
All three of them were looking at each other with much loathe that it felt nauseating.............................
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