zaya ff Koi fariyaad.. chap 30 - pg 141 ; THREAD 2 link : pg 1 - Page 76

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Koi Fariyaad

Chapter 20

Zain sat upon his porch steps which overlooked aaliya's house. He sat there in silence.. in darkness.

He knew he had messed up.. once bloody again. And in the process hurt aaliya. Zain sighed running his hands through his hair and then rubbed the back of his neck.. in an attempt to cool down the burning he felt deep inside him.

Aaliya and him.. already had so many pent up issues on the shelves, and he just had to add one more. Now zain doubted.. if aaliya would ever want to talk to him, forget talking.. would she ever want to see his face ever again ??

The logical answer came a... no. But his heart was meant to hold onto every little ounce of hope it could see around.

What to do now ?? Nothing.. zain realised, this would be the only way to stop making things worse anymore. He would take what he gets and then he would slowly make aaliya and their children.. see that he was not that of a low class anymore. The stunt he had commited yesterday surely proved the otherwise but there must be a way to rectify this mistake.. right ??

Sounds of children screaming and giggling came from inside the house. He could hear the faint sound of aaliya's musical... magical laughter... which fell onto his ears like euphoria.

For the first time in his life... zain felt jealous of aaliya. And for the millionth time since the moment he found her, he craved to be somewhere... where he was not allowed to be.

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Barqat was again in a hurry today, yesterdays meeting of submitting progress report hadn't gone well. A earful of the boss's taunts was what she got in reward.

She didnt really had the time to think about this zain problem. Her head was too wrapped up in office works. But she could tell aaliya was stressing about something, yes... that zain's arrival was a big stress itself but something new might have also happened which she wasnt still aware of. This aaliya had a bad habit of kepping all the problems and tensions locked to herself and not share with someone and let that someone take care of her.

But barqat was also not taking any shit of that " Everythings alright ".. from aaliya, she thought. Tonight she would definitely corner her and ger her to spill what was bothering her.

Barqat ws passing by the fence of zain's house when she felt something hot poured over her shoulder.. on her white shirt. Barqat jumped to the other side a bit and screamed in shock. Lokking down with wide eyes she discovered... it was coffee sipping down her shirt, making the white colour changing into a light brown immediately. When it start drying it would get a shade deeper.

Barqat: " What the f***... !! "

She screamed again and turned her head to see the face of the moron who was responsible for this. Her eyes went wide and fury blazed into them seeing ayaan leaning against the fence from inside the yard... a cheeky smile gracing his face... an empty coffee mug in his one hand.

Barqat was too enraged to speak anything, seeing the obvious anger in her eyes.. ayaan's smile even widened.

Ayaan: " Sorry.. it slipped.. sideway.. "

Barqat lept glaring at him for a long minute. Ayaan thought she would yell at him... call names or even try to throw some punches but she was silent. And that silence seemed like the silence before a storm.

Ayaans smile faltered a little when her blazing anger only increased a digit more. But he soon smirked covering up his curiosity with confidence.

Barqat neither did have the time to go back and change the shirt, nor did she have the time to deal with the stupid a** now. But she could always deal with him later, afterall where would he run away. That was the moment she was thankful that he was her neighbour.

Barqat: " It's not over... "

Barqat paused, ayaan said casually... " The name is ayaan.. "

Barqat: " Ayaan.. "

She took his name with so much vengeance... ayaan felt himself stiffen a bit. Barqat walked away stomping her steps to the ground as she walked. Ayaan chuckled to himself... payback's a bi***.

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Zain had just changed into a comfortable pair of trackpants returning from a long day in the office. All day he had been grumpier than ever, the last person in the earth anyone would want to deal with. Even ayaan got a few round of blasts from him, at last zain began feeling like the burning hell in his stomach had succumbed to a time bomb... the worst thing was he didnt know when the bomb would go off and that would be the moment of his breaking down. He was with so much difficulty holding himself together.. to not go over to aaliya's house and blew off her door, then like a caveman demand her to come back to him.

With every ounce of his leftover sanity he controlled that crazy urge, because it would definitely ruin any chance to win her heart.. that is if he had any left.

At last getting irritated to zain's sullen face... ayaan had begged him to go back home and take a nap. Zain didnt protest. He came back home.. but not because to have a nap... it was because he would at least console himself at home that aaliya was just across the street. That would have to do for now... but how long this consoling and wallowing in self pity would work.. he didnt know.

Zain walked into the kitchen to make himself a coffee, maybe caffeine would help to make him function preoperly. If it was a week ago.. he would have gone for a bottle of whiskey instead of coffee. But he couldnt do that now... he was a dad now.

That made zain to puff his chest a little.. but the next moment his puffed chest slumped like a airless baloon. He was a dad and his kids even didnt know that he was their dad, he was just a stranger.. a new man in the neighbourhood.

Fate was paying him back pretty cruelly.

He might have taken a few sips of the steamy coffee when the chime of the doorbell made him stand up from the kitchen stool. Must be ayaan.. he thought as he made his way to the door.

Whom he saw standing at his front porch after opening the door.. was the one he least expected but felt the most elated seeing.

For a moment he practically stood with his mouth slightly open in shock, then suddely snapped out of it when he realised that they were standing at the door for so long. Clearing his throat and half smiling in happiness ... half frowning in confusion, he found his voice...

Zain: " Al... aaliya !! Armmm.. come in ... "

Kadam badha le

Haddon kou mita de

Aaja khalipan mein peka ghar tera

Tere bin khali aaja khalipan mein

Tere bin khali aaja khalipan mein...

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Aaliya shuffled upon her feets as she stood infront of his door. She raised her hand to press the button of his doorbell... but at the end moment her hand fell back, turning around she walked down the porch steps almost giving up the decision she made. Then she stopped suddenly holding her breath.

She knew what decision she made was after a lot of thinking and pondering upon different possibilities. The more she thought the more the consequences of what she was going to do... seemed terrible. But there were also possiblilities that everything would be alright. She was just over thinking things.

So swinging around.. this time with more determination she headed towards his door and after hesitating for a short moment of anxiety... she finally pressed the bell.

The chiming sound immediately made her determination foggy again. But she really didnt have the time to double think anymore. The door opened revealing a casual looking zain, his homey attire made him look... steamy of some sort. The t- shirt he was wearing hugged all his muscled, those biceps... that broad chest.. then those killer abs. Aaliya silently sucked in a breath. He had definitely grown in the last six years and as she lifted her eyes again to his eyes... she saw... maturity ??

He was staring at her, his mouth slightly opened in shock. When he offered her to come in... genuinely looking happy and tensed too, aaliya felt her hearts thrumming violently. She didnt say anything right then.. just silently made her way towards the sofa beside the artificial fireplace in the living room. She had such kind of a fireplace in her house too, there was an electric hitter within... it would light up pressing a button and spread warmth quicker than imagination.

Warmth... was what she needed now, because suddenly she was feeling cold.

Zain sat down across from aaliya in another sofa, the little tea table between them working as a symbolic wall. Zain had a strong urge rising in him.. to kick that heck of a tea table away from between them. But that would only make aaliya to scare away, so he crossed his ankles and stared at aaliya with curiosity.

There was an awkward silence in the room, zain wanted to break the silence but at the same time feared that it would only turn out to break the spell.. which made her come to his doorstep. And he had a hard time believing that what was happening was real and not a dream.

Aaliya closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, zain's unmoving stare upon her was providing her the warmth she needed. Strangely ... that was also making the butterflies in her stomach increase their pace of dancing salsa. Nervousness... nothing else... she told herself.

Licking her dry lips she finally thought that it would be better to say whatever she had come to say and leave as soon as possible. That way the dangerous salsa in her stomach and that crazily drumming heart of hers would rest in peace.

Aaliya: " I.. "

After a long pregnant pause aaliya inhaled a deep breath. Zain leaned a little forward.. slowly pushing himself away from the backrest of the sofa. The extra attention from him made her nerves more jittery but she thought to continue however...

Aaliya: " I thought.. I thought about what you said. Sarah and sammy need to know the truth. I just need a little time to tell them..."

Zain couldnt believe, he just couldnt believe. Once again he doubted if it was all a dream. He felt like.. his heart would definitely broke out from his chest.. if it beat anymore faster. A while back he was thinking that he lost everything... he was given this second chance again and in no way he was going to mess this time. Come hell or high water he would prove to aaliya that he was a changed man now, that her love had changed him and at the same time he would prove to be one of the best fathers in this world.

Zain: " Aaliya.. I cant express how much.. "

Aaliya now had a serious tone when she met her cold eyes to his emotional ones...

Aaliya: " Dont ever think that I am doing this for you, it's for sarah and sammy's sake I can go to any extent... "

That didnt make zain's hope to lessen a bit, wouldn't he also do the same.. go to any extent for those adorable little ones. So he said in a calm voice...

Zain: " I know... "

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Ayaan was sitting on his bed... scrolling through his phone lazily. The whole day he thought.. a grumpy zain had been a bad company. But when he returned home.. he ironically found out that an excited zain was an even bad company. In just a matter of five minutes ayaan was informed by a blabbering zain.. that how aaliya had popped up surprising him and the rest that followed. And then he went on and on about how he was going to woo aaliya and the children... what gifts he would buy to sarah.. sammy, what stories he would tell them. And then he also repented that he was not there to change their diapers at their early ages.. and so on...

Ayaan had to at last fake an excuse and retire to his room earlier than ususal.

Making ayaan flinch.. a thudding sound followed by a shattering noise of the glass breaking of his window echoed in his room. A pebble rolled on the floor beside his bed.

Getting his senses back ayaan threw his phone aside and jumped off his bed.

" Koun hai bei.. "

He ran towards his now broken window.. tiptoeing over the broken pieces of glasses. He peeked out furiously... wanting nothing else but to strangle the neck of that insolent fool who had dared to mess with him.

Whom he saw outside made his fury only to bubble in an inhuman degree. There stood barqat with a smug look and hideous smirk.

She yelled at him sarcastically...

" Sorry.. it slipped.. upwards.. "

And then she had the audacity to grin. Trembling in rage ayaan watched her strolling back to their own house.

Ayaan abruptly sprinted out of his room and to the living room, where zain was sitting on the sofa doing some paper works he brought from office.

Ayaan: " I am not going to let her get away this time zain... I wont tolerate anymore... "

Zain looked up from the papers startled by the sudden yelling.

Zain: " Oye... what happened now... why are you so pissed off... ? "

Ayaan: " That barqat.. that crazy girl... she broke my window... she is breaking down our house zain... dont just sit and chill over there.. call the cops. "

Zain raised an eyebrow in amusement, he didnt have the scope to say anything as ayaan in a maddening speed began to dial in the landphone.. all the while muttering and cursing under breath...

Seeing the situation going out of control, zain jumped up from the sofa and snatched away the receiver of the phone from ayaan's hand before slaming it in it's place...

Zain: " Chill man.. "

Ayaan was exasperated... " What chill zain !! That freaking girl is breaking down our house.. for gods sake... "

Zain: " That was just a window ayaan... "

Ayaan shrieked... " Just a window !! Zain.. give me that damn phone.. I won't rest in peace until I land her crazy a** in jail... "

Zain now raised his tone authoratively...

Zain: " Ayaan stop this shit man. Aaliya had just agreed to let me in a little bit and here you are hell bent on ruining that by messing with barqat.. !! "

Ayaan's jaw almost dropped to the ground... " I can't believe you will choose her over me.. your best friend.. ?? "

Now it was too much drama for zain... " Hey... I am just asking for a little patience from my best buddy.. "

Zain patted his shoulder thoughtfully and walked away after that, leaving ayaan to grimace behind..

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