||• Zikra & Ahmer •||

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She was walking on the lane not knowing where she was going or what she wanted to do, all she wanted was to bury herself six feet under the ground and never see the daylight again. Her world had crushed down so badly. She suddenly stopped and felt a jolt taking her somewhere else, a havoc.

"Zikra got up. Zikraa...."

Ahmer was patting her shoulders lightly in between ruffling with her silky shinny black hairs. He used to do this alot. He didn't knew when this had became his habbit. His fingers are now massaging her scalp and a moan left from his sleeping beauty's lips. Hearing her moans he sat beside her on the bed and then placed her head in his lap still massaging her head in anti clockwise rotation.

Zikra was still in her sleep but now her darkness was slowly fading away and she felt like she is in a "A Sweeter Place" she shifted in her sleep and felt Someone's touch on her left breast. She got alarmed and quickly Opened her golden brown eyes. She saw Ahmer's smiling face and a relief washed over her face. Her breathing got normal again and when she was trying to got up from his lap. Ahmer pulled her in himself and now Their noses are touching, there's a burning flame in his eyes and a lone tear in her eyes.

This was the look she had been accustomed to since years. Him walking her up like this. But now this all seems worthless to her. His love and care seems like a charity to her.

She pushed him away slightly and got up from the bed Rolling her hairs in a low bun. He walked towards her and holds her from the back. His touch was making her uneasy. She wanted to throw up badly.

"Ahmer leave me." Her voice was stern and cold as ice.

"If I won't, then?"

Ahmer was now hugging her more tightly inhaling her scent.

"Ahmer leave me. Leave me. Leave me. Just go away. Go away."

Ahmer didn't understand what had gotten to her. And why she was behaving like this. He left her and looked at her. Her eyes were now adorned with pearls like jewel.

There was no lying that Zikra is a sight for sore eyes. Her snow white like skin that she had gotten from her Great grandmother's British ancestry. Her brown eyes and shinny black hair is another testament for her beauty. She was not only a snow white beauty but a intelligent women as well.

Her intelligence was the main reason Ahmer had been whipped over her since the day they had met but for how much time...

She was a intern in Ahmer's office as a fresh graduate and working with a tycoon on the start of her career was a very big thing for her. She came from a working class family and all her life she had seen people hardworking and achieving their goals. And she had been them like. She never cared about getting married or having kids. All she wanted to do was just work and achieve her dreams of becoming a woman that everyone respects not because of her father, brother or would be husband but because of herself. She wanted to Achieve that place.

She was young at that time but not naive. She had been knew the moment HR manager had placed her as Ahmer's personal assistant that something was fishy, how could they give her an assistant position when she had applied for job in marketing department. And the HR manager had answered her queries saying there's no vacancy in Marketing department and that this PA position will benefit her. She could learn so much from Ahmer Mirza. At that time this Reason sounded very good to her. But only she could have knew better that Ahmer Mirza was whipped over her beauty just with a single glance and reading her CV he was impressed with her intelligence as well.

"Beauty with brains."

Ahmer used to say this a lot to her in their initial phase of working. First they were strangers and then become best friends and then they got married.

Everyone at their wedding had looked at Zikra with envy after all she had begged the most eligible bachelor in the city. That day Zikra felt like she had got everything but something was still bickering her in the back of mind what about her aspirations?

She had pushed away those thoughts because after all she was a girl made with soil and water Brought with love and having a fairytale wedding was all she cared about. But is marriage really a testament for a safe future and does it really gives assurance that nothing can tear the couple apart?

At that time Zikra had pushed away all those thoughts away but soon she was going to knew what kind of mistake she had made. Ahmer had loved her with all his hearts and there's no lying that she was the reason he breathes.

But for how much time, she can be the reason of his breathe? After all people changes with time. Their priorities changes with the whirlwind of world.

"Zikra..."

Ahmer was holding her shivering and crying figure. He didn't knew why she was acting this strange. And what had gotten into her mind. He scooped her up in his arms and lay her down on the bed. She was still shivering and crying.

This breakdown of hers was not new to Ahmer after all of he was the biggest reason of her everyday Deteriorating health.

He was slowly massaging her head in the same way he was doing a few minutes ago. He was looking at her and cursing himself for doing this to her. But what would he do? After all he's a man bound with many responsibilities and Love always dies a painful death and Responsibility always won on the cause of shattering hearts.

"Sahab....Kashmeera bibi apka bahir dastarkhwa par intezar kar rahi hai."

( Sir.... Kashmeera mam is waiting for you on the dinning table.)

A servant called him and he dismissed him hearing his order or precisely Kashmeera's order. He placed Zikra's head on the pillow. She was now sleeping peacefully. He looked at her, kissed her forehead and mumbled a sorry.

Ahmer was walking down the stairs when he saw a heavily pregnant Kashmeera sitting on the place where Zikra used to sit. But now all had changed. Zikra was no more an important person in his family eyes but Kashmeera is.

Kashmeera was a woman you could see passing by. She was nothing like Zikra. She was not a beauty but a normal girl. She was a high school dropped out not a Gold Medalist like Zikra. But still she was treated like a Queen in Mirza household because she was going to give them what Zikra wasn't able to give them.....A Child.

Mirza's next heir.

Ahmer smiled at her and hugged her. He kissed Kashmeera's forehead and sat beside her on the chair. All his family was looking at them with adorning eyes and praying for their happiness.

His sisters Amna and Amina was teasing him with the upcoming baby's that what name he and Kashmeera had planned for their child. Meanwhile his mother was busy in filling up the plate of Kashmeera urging her to eat more as she was carrying a new life in her. Only one person was sitting their with a frown on his face and that was Ahmer's father Mirza Sahab.

Mirza Sahab had been against Ahmer's second marriage but neither his wife or daughters listened to him. They all were adamant. According to them Ahmer was an only son and their should be someone who could take on the Mirza legacy after Ahmer. At that time he tried reasoning with them that a child is a blessing and its not Zikra's fault she didn't able to provide them a child, it was All Allah's matter. Because everytime they visit a doctor All they say is There's nothing wrong with Zikra and Same goes with Ahmer. Both of them were perfect there's nothing wrong with them medically but its all in Allah's hand to whom he blesses and whom not. But that doesn't mean that person is worthless.

And that's what Mirza Sahab hates the most they all treat Zikra like she was worthless. And he's heartaches for her. She was not like a daughter to him, she was his daughter. He had always considered her as his third daughter not a daughter in law. Because of his fascination towards Zikra, nobody dares to insult her on her face but they do made her feel worthless with their actions. And Kashmeera treats Zikra like she was nothing but a piece of used paper.

Kashmeera's jealousy and envy was nothing new to Mirza Sahab. He had sensed the moment she had walked in their House that she was a very cunning and mannerless woman. But he kept quiet. That day (on Kashmeera and Ahmer's wedding) when he goes to check up on Zikra he saw a relief on Zikra's face not an ounce of tear or sadness was their. He entered in her room and Zikra got up from her study table out of respect. That day he had asked her why she was so relieved knowing Ahmer was now with his second wife. Her reply still made him felt like he had been shackled from the roots. 'Abbu. Mai Ahmer se kitni muhabbat karti hun ya Ahmer mujhse kitni muhabbat karte hai yeh mujhe Nahi pata par mai itna janti hun ke Aunty Ahmer's se bohot pyaar karti hai aur unke apne grandchildren dekhne ka Sapna mein pura nahi kar saki isliye mene Ahmer ko dusri shaadi karne ki ijazat de di. Abbu hum insaan kitne bewaqoof hote hai na..humein lagta hai muhabbat hi sab kuch hoti hai....jabki muhabbat zindagi ka ek phase hoti hai Zindagi nahi. Jaise mai Ahmer ki Zindagi ka ek phase Thi unki Zindagi nahi. Agar hoti tou woh meri ijazat ke baad bhi dusri shaadi na karte. Jaise Ahmer ki muhabbat ka phase guzar gaya waise hi yeh phase bhi guzar jaayega. Aap fikr na karein mai thik hun.' that day Mirza Sahab felt so small Infront of that little courageous and self satisfied woman.

She was looking at this domestic bliss from afar and felt worthless again. No matter how much she tries but this feeling of worthlessness was slowly killing her from inside. Her eyes met with his for a moment and then he saw him smiling not because of her but because of something Kashmeera whispered in his ears. She quickly fades away from their and he did nothing to stop her.

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