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Zaveriya's POV :-

It was a nice party or I say dinner?

Khalil dropped us in his car. He kept looking at me mirror because of which actually cause me to feel something familiar from years ago.

~After some days~

Ring! Ring! Ring!

My phone rang for the third time. Everytime I answer it, No one says anything from the other line. I am in kitchen right now cooking, Ahmed would be home anytime soon. Thank God, the phone died down. I cooled everything and hear doorbell. Must be Ahmed.

"Mama, I'll open the door!" Shahzaib said while walking towards the door and I shake my head lightly.

He is like 'Daddy's boy' not like other boys who are 'Mama's boy'. God I feel jealous because he love him more than me, but I am helpless.

"Abba, you know today I got best drawing certificate in school."He said to Ahmed and I listened while taking Ahmed's bag and tiffin box from him.

"Oh really! My champ." Ahmed exclaimed while lifting him in his arms.

"Yes and teacher was proud of me." Shahzaib said while wrapping his arm around Ahmed's neck.

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We ate our dinner than Ahmed helped me in washing the dishes. I told him to take rest but he insist by his cheesy dialogues. I than made shahzaib sleep in his room. Than walked in my room, ahmed is awake and was staring at the front wall. I sat next to him and waved my hand in front of him. He look at me with love which now I am used too.

"why didn't you sleep yet?"I asked.

"Zaveriya?"He asked and I hummed in response.

"Do you ever felt like..."His sentence trailed off in the air, like he doesn't want to say to me.

"Like?"I asked.

"Like incomplete or unhappy?"He asked with unreadable emotion.

"Why asking such question?"I asked.

"Just answer."He almost whispered.

"Sometimes."I honestly answered and his eyes saddened.

"why?" He asked.

"Mene zindagi ko alag nazariya se socha tha. (I thought of life differently)" I said and look at him as his saying to proceed further.

"Mene zindagi ko uss rup me dekha jisme hoorein mehlo ki seediyo se sone ke lebaaz me niche utar kar aati hai, unke chehre pe wo gurur hota hai jo duniya ko kadmo me rakhta hai. Jisme tumhe farmaish karne se pehle kai baar sochna nahi padta. Jisme khwaabon ke liye koi jagah nahi hoti kyon ki jo khwaab hota hai wahi zindagi ka sach hota hai. (I have seen life in such way where the princess wearing dress of gold walking down the stairs of the palace, she has a attitude which keeps people under their feet.Where you don't have to think too much before expressing you desire. There is no place for dreams because the dream is the reality of life.)" I said getting space out, forgetting his presence next to me.

I felt his hand on mine, I look at him.He was smiling. I was confused by his behavior.

"What?" I asked.

"Tum duniya ke khwaab dekhti ho, jis ka pal bhar ka bharosa nahi hai. Aaj hain toh kal nahi.(You dream of this world, which can never be trusted of its presence.Today is.. But not tomorrow.)" He said.

"I know but life like that makes you happy and provides you with whatever you desire."I said shrugging.

"But I everything Zaveriya, you and shahzaib are my only desires."He said and I smiled.

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Ring! Ring! Ring!

My Phone again rang, It's lunch time right now. I am watching TV, Shahzaib is at school and Ahmed at work. I picked up the call and angrily said,

"Listen, I am not in mood of joke or anything. Tell me who are you? Or else I'll complaint to police."I hear someone laughing on the other line which is kind of familiar.

"I am sorry, Zaveriya."Mr.Khalil?

"Amm...Khalil~?"I asked.

"Yes, Khalil the handsome man you met last week."He said and I roll my eyes on his over confidence.

"Oh."Was my only reply.

"Hame muaf kariyega Zaveriya, per aapki awaz itni khoobsurat hai ki hamse kuch kaha nahi jata.(I am sorry Zaveriya, but your voice is so beautiful that I don't have words to say.)"He said making my heart flutter.

"How did you get my number?"I asked.

"It wasn't hard, anyways I have an offer for you."He said.

"what offer?"I asked.

"I like the way you talk and your hobbies and your way of dressing and the way you look, so will you be my.. "

"WAIT!" I cut him, he was saying everything without hesitation like it's so normal to comment on a woman who is married.

"What... you.. want me.. to be.... your~?" I asked hesitating a little.He chuckle.

"Don't worry Zaveriya~I only want to be your friend. Will you be mine as well?" He said in gentle voice.

Ahmed would be angry, If I ask him such thing. What would I do?

"Zaveriya?"He said.

"Amm.. Give me sometime."I said disheartened.

"Okay, no problem. This is my number you can call me whenever you want. Okay?"He said.

"Okay, bye."

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~After 2 days~

My nights are sleepless, After that conversation with khalil. He didn't call after that, maybe he didn't want me to creep out. I always thought to ask ahmed but never gain that much courage. Its not like he will kill me but I don't want to fight with him either. I look to my left, ahmed is sleeping peacefully. I sighed heavily and look at the clock,

11:30 pm

He must be up, right? Rich people don't sleep earlier, as much as I want to be one but I know the reality their sleep betrays them eventually a poor can sleep peacefully than the rich ones.

I took my phone from the stand and walked out in the living room. I sat on the sofa. I look at his caller Id. I am nervous, should I call him or not? Shutting my eyes tightly, I click on call.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

The phone kept ringing, I bite my lips. Maybe he slept already.I was about to cut the call when he answered.

"Hello?"He said making my heart jump.

"Hello, Zaveriya?"He asked again.

"Hello, this is Zaveriya."I said, he chuckle lightly.

"I know Zaveriya, How are you?"He asked.

"I am... Fine.. Ho-how are you?"I asked stuttering.

"Yes, I am fine now."He said as I can feel him smiling on other line.

"Now?"I asked.

"Aapke phone ke intezaar me bechain teh, ab thik hain.(I was restless while waiting for your call, now I am fine.)" He said making me Smile.

He is such a playful person, who would say he is 39.

"So..what do you think?"He asked and my smile dropped.

"Well~you know ahmed, right? He is little different from others, he won't let me be friends with other male."I said, hoping he would understand.

"So, Its a No?"His voice held sadness.

"No-No, I'll be your friend but just wanna request you something." I said slowly.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Please don't let ahmed know that we talk or we are friends." I said while playing with my top.

"Okay, don't worry he won't know. Now friends, are we?"He asked and this time I chuckle on his eagerness.

"Yes." I said and we talked for a while after that we bid our goodbyes.

I closed my phone and look towards the clock,

1:20 am

I am shock, did we talked that much. I chuckle on this, don't know why but I feel happy. He makes me laugh during our conversation. I won't regret this friendship, I know.

"Why are you up?"Ahmed came out of the room, my smile drop as I became nervous.

"Amm... I couldn't sleep.. So I came out but why did you wake up?"I asked.

He came and sat in front of me than hold both of my hands on his, planting soft kisses on them.

"Anjaan na bane begum, Itne saalo me tumne itna bigad diya hai ki tumhare bina neend chain se aati nahi. (Don't act that you are unaware, In all this year you have spoiled me so much that even sleep became restless without you.)"He said with a smile and my eyes soften.

My heart felt heavy as I didn't ask for his permission.

'I am sorry, Ahmed.' I thought.

"Now let's sleep together, I'll give you head massage and than you'll sleep peacefully." He said dragging me towards our room.

'Am I doing wrong with him?' Was my question.

To be continued....