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She walked into the room and he knew she had been crying again. He wondered why though; wasn't he a pain in the arse to her anyways?
"O MKB! Kahan thi itni der se? I needed your help and you were gone! Kaisi biwi ho?" He said with mock anger and watched as Aaliya silently walked over to the bedside, took out his pills and handed them to him. Silent treatment? He wondered why.
"So jao Zain, you need rest." She said as she settled her pillows at the foot of the bed. He saw the tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill over any moment, and he couldn't help but feel like an idiot. He would always trouble her, but didn't know why it mattered so much her.
"Aaliya!" He called out to her and her head shot up in surprise. Since when did he call her Aaliya? "Sleep with your head towards the headboard today," he said, adding a little "please" after a pause. She was taken by surprise for a second time.
"What?" She spit the word out before she could catch it, and realised how rude she sounded. "I mean, why though?"
And he had no idea why; he didn't know where that request had come from. But he was Zain Abdullah, and before he could let the confusion show on his face, he smartly answered, "Arre, raat ko agar mujhe kuch chahiye hoga to pehle baithunga aur phir tumhe uthaunga? Tumhare pao pakad ke request karne se to raha, so just sleep with your head on this side of the bed so that I can easily disturb you." He grinned at her and watched as she became more frustrated, throwing her pillows next to his and lay down quietly.
She had no idea why she was so angry with him, or maybe she did. Aaliya couldn't deny the fact that she was immensely hurt when Zain had called her soup tasteless. And she also couldn't deny the fact that she did have feelings for him. But she didn't want to feel this way towards him, especially when he was just going to reject her. Tears continued to spill from her eyes and she didn't stop them. There was no point in living in denial.
Zain continued to stare at her face and saw the tears fall onto the pillow and disappear into the cover, leaving a little wet patch on it. He thought back to the day's events and wondered what it was that had hurt her this bad. And he realised then - the soup. She had been giving her all to look after him and he showed no appreciation. You're an idiot Zain! He cursed in his head and decided that it was time for damage control.
Aaliya felt Zain's fingers nudging her palm and she looked at their hands first and then at him. "Kuch chahiye?" She asked, her voice thick with tears. He nodded. She was about to get up when he pulled her back down, and she was left confused. "Kya chahiye Zain? Pareshaan mat karo, main thak gayi hoon!"
"Pareshaan nahi kar raha hoon Aaliya!" He took her hand in his and pulled her closer, turning onto his side so he could see her face clearly. "What's troubling you?" He asked honestly, all signs of mischief gone from his eyes and voice. All that was left was concern and care for his wife.
"Kuch nahi Zain." Aaliya's voice was a bare whisper as his proximity played havoc on her senses. She couldn't deal with it - that passion in his eyes, that concern in his voice - she just couldn't.
"To kya extra tears produce kar rahi hai tumhari aankhein? I am not stupid Aaliya, I can see it okay? Stop worrying about me so much. I am fine, alive, in a bit of pain; but I also have you. So I am fine, seriously. Take my word please?"
I also have you. His words reverberated in her ears and she smiled a little. "What do you mean you have me?" She couldn't help but ask.
"I mean that you are here, looking after me, constantly making me smile. To thoda sa dard to sehen kar lunga." He replied, and he was being sincere. "Aur tumse pehle bhi kaha tha na, mujhe to kuch ho hi nahi sakta. Not because I am invincible or anything, but because tum tumhare Allah se roz mere liye ek dua to maangti hi ho. And don't say no because I know you do!" He smirked and Aaliya blushed. She sure as hell did. "To ab rona band okay?"
She nodded and tried to move back to her spot, but he pulled her even closer. Her heartbeats knew no bounds as they accelerated to a speed she had never felt before. "Zain wo," she began but he interrupted her.
"Sab so rahe hai Aaliya, koi nahi aayega. Aur itni raat ko koi miya-biwi ko disturb nahi karta." The crooked smile on his face did it for, and finding nowhere to hide her absolutely red face, she tried to turn away, but he didn't let her let her move. She struggled in his hold, only to feel it tighten on her. "Aaliya!" He commanded, and she looked up to meet his eyes.
Why the hell couldn't she stay put for a minute? He was trying to say something to her but she wouldn't let him. And that's when he lost his cool and almost yelled at her. At least that stopped her from being difficult. "Thank you." He spoke softly. "Thank you for looking after me and being there for me."
Aaliya was stunned. What was in those medicines that was making Zain act like this? Or was he just at it again, playing with her feelings? "Aise aankhein phaad ke mat dekho Aaliya, serious waala thank you tha." She nodded in understanding.
"Biwi hoon tumhari Zain. It's my duty and responsibility to take care of you, you don't have to thank me." She smiled at him and then looked down, suddenly feeling shy.
On any given day, Zain would probably tease her at her admission of being his wife. But today, all he did was smile. "Aur main tumhara shauhar hoon, mera bhi farz banta hai ki tumhare efforts ko recognise karu aur tumhe thanks bolu."
Aaliya didn't know what to say or how to react to that, but one thing she knew, and that was that she couldn't help the massive smile that spread across her face. She felt Zain lean in and felt the warmth of his lips on her forehead. Her eyes closed on their own accord and she let the feeling sink in. It all felt so right, like it was meant to be. She heard him whisper a goodnight to her before lying straight on his back, but not letting go of her hands.
Aaliya straightened herself and closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep, but she couldn't. Her thoughts were a mess. She touched her forehead with her free hand, as her grin grew wider. She felt giddy, but somehow mustered up the courage, leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder.
Zain's insides were screaming at him, in a good way, that is. Of course he had kissed girls before, and he meant a literal kiss, but never had he felt what he was feeling after having kissed his wife on the forehead. On the freaking forehead, stop this feeling! He chanted to himself, only to realise how stupid he sounded. He noticed that their hands were still entwined, and he didn't want to let go. Not now, not ever. Her head rested on his shoulder and he could feel her smile against him. Zain felt content, happy at the fact that she was happy.
They both sighed, both aware of the other's sleepless state. They both drifted into a deep sleep, listening to each other breathing, conscious of each other and nothing else. That night, there was no kicking and no arguments, no name-callings, none of that - just Mr and Mrs Zain Abdullah in their peaceful slumber.
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Hi guys, Jyo here. Haven't written in ages, and when I say ages I mean probably a year or more. This is my first on ZaYa, so do let me know how it was. This scene, in my head it happens after the whole pool scene where Aaliya is shown crying. Anyway, do leave your feedbacks. Much appreciated 😳 Also, should I do a second part to it? I have it in my mind, but only if you guys think it is worth it! :)
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