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Chapter 38
"Zoya" She felt someone poke her side, she swatted the annoying rod away. Groaning, she twisted herself further with the duvet around her hiding her head between pillows. "Zoya, look..." She felt another poke. She grunted a curse word ignoring whoever it was annoying her.
"Leave me alone, I'm sleepy." She mumbled, probably drooling on the sheets. She refused to open her eyes. She refused to think that the night was over and she had to grace the world with her eyes.
"Sweetheart, come on... look at this. Get up. It's almost 11..." Oh, that was her husband's voice. Gosh, why does he have to sound sexy? She moaned as the scent of freshly baked pastries hit her nose full force, her eyes snapped open. "I'm going to eat them!" He announced finally giving up after trying for twenty minutes. She muffled protests wiggling herself to sit up, untangling the duvet from her body. She sat upright and tied her messy hair up into a bun. She blinked a few times before her handsome husband's perfectly carved face came into view, she gave him a sloppy smile. He smiled brightly back at her bending forward to plant a kiss on her forehead wiping the drool from the edge of her lips.
"Goodmorning beautiful." He whispered softly, his eyes shining at her. Her heart warmed instantly, butterflies stampeded in her stomach as he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
"You still give me butterflies baby." She told him softly, he chuckled lightly shaking his head.
"Go and freshen up. And then we'll do breakfast together." He took a seat near the windows where lay a tray full of baked goodness and her morning tea. She sighed dreamily.
"I see you've already gone to the gym and showered." She eyed his freshly wet hair. "Damn you look hot." She got out of bed.
"I'm your husband; of course I'll look hot." He replied, Zoya paused with a frown. She turned around placing her hand on her hips and glared at him. He looked up from his phone.
"You really don't see your appeal do you?" She tilted her head and observed him. Asad shifted in his seat at the intensity of her stare. "Oh my god. You don't know it, do you?"
"Know what?" He looked at her confused. She shook her head holding her hands over her face. Asad shot up seeing her shoulders shaking. "Hey hey, what's wrong?" Zoya dropped her hand to stop him, she burst with laughter holding her stomach, she wiped her tears away before facing a bewildered Asad. She tapped his cheek.
"You're a good man. I love you, I'll show you how much after I get out of the shower." She chuckled strutting towards the bathroom losing pieces of her clothing along the way.
"Huh?" Asad watched her with wide eyes.
Asad looked up to find Zoya walking out of the bathroom with a large peach coloured towel wrapped around her body while she used a smaller one to dry her hair. She stood in the middle of the room and smirked at him. He whistled eyeing her head to toe. She flicked her finger beckoning him to come forward, and he being a slave to her every command followed. She ran her finger down his chest, pulling her bottom lip with her teeth while her eyes focused on his face, absorbing the effect she had on him, his jaw tensed as he held himself back from pouncing on her, allowing her to continue with her ministrations. He wanted her to have control. She brushed the edge of his top before pulling it upwards revealing his toned abs, the v shape running down his pants. She greedily took it all in with her eyes; he lifted his arms to make it easier for her. Once the top was gone, she stood there silently, breathing heavily, her eyes grew hooded as she admired the fine specimen in front of her which was her husband.
"You are the sexiest man alive. Damn, how did I get so lucky." She lifted her eyes to meet his.
"Zoya..." His voice was hoarse.
"Shhh" She put her finger to her lips. "Baby, I want you to know how attractive you are. You are so damn fine." She growled, his lips twitched at the sight of her. She stepped closer towards him, snaking her arm around his neck and pulling his face towards hers. She met his lips and kissed him ferociously. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and tangled it with his in a sensual dance. He pulled her against him tightly. Her hands traced every inch of his skin before she broke the kiss, he grunted at the loss. She trailed her kisses over his cheek, down his neck and then over his chest. She pushed him back suddenly until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed making him fall flat on the bed. She moved over him, straddling his hips, a smug look on her face. His eyes widened at her dominating position, his hands trailed on her hips over the towel.
"Wow, you're hot for me today." He smiled, his dimples appearing.
"I'm hot for you every day." She leaned forward taking his lips again. Asad turned her over throwing her under him while expertly removing the towel revealing her naked body. His eyes gleamed at the sight of her writhing beneath him. "Lose the pants macho man." She ordered.
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"When is Zoya going to give us the good news?" One of the ladies asked Dilshad while the others nodded.
"Maybe next year Aunty!" Ayaan shouted shamelessly from the kitchen. He grinned seeing all of their heads turn towards him and the girls. He shrugged and winked at them.
"Nosy ladies." Humeira grumbled resting her chin on Zoya's shoulders wrapping her arms around her waist. "How's my little munchkin doing?" She whispered into her ears.
"Giving his, her, his, well giving his mamma a hard time. That's what he is doing. I hate morning sickness." Zoya sulked stirring the dish in front of her.
"When are you telling everyone?" Ayaan asked.
"Everyone knows." Ayaan raised his brow, "Everyone that matters" She corrected. "And Ammi wants me to hide it from the public for as long as I can until it's safe" She eyed the aunties.
"Safe?" His eyes widened.
"Chill out you. Miscarriage, bad eye and things like that. Elders always say not to tell too many people when someone is expecting until after 2 or so months." Humeira explained.
They all looked up hearing Asad's voice.
"I really don't see how any of that is any of your business." He remarked placing his briefcase on the table and bending to kiss Dilshad's forehead. His sharp voice made the aunties give him murderous eyes. He loosened his tie as he headed towards Zoya and kissed her cheek. "Hey sweetheart. You okay?" He asked her softly. She smiled.
"I'm great." She moved around the kitchen fixing him a cup of coffee.
"Hey, little one." Asad caressed Humeira's head.
"Hey jeeju!" Humeira beamed.
"Hey, you never smile at me like that." Ayaan complained. Humeira rolled her eyes.
"Humeira, why don't you smile at him like that?" Zoya asked passing the coffee to Asad. The four of them headed towards the old guestroom.
"Can she have kids?" Zoya's ears pricked up hearing one of the aunties' comment. The four of them froze. "Is she like her sister?"
"I have only been married for 8 months for goodness sake." Zoya barked, "Give it a break. Don't you have anyone else to bother? Why are you ladies here today? If it isn't to see my Ammi, you all can leave." She pointed towards the door meeting Dilshad's sad eyes. Zoya wiped her tears sprinting towards the guest room and taking a seat. Asad wrapped her up in his arms while Ayaan and Humeira sat down in front of them.
"Bhabie?" Najma walked into the room, Zoya sniffed releasing Asad and looked up to find Najma standing at the doorway holding a large pink box. Their relationship has been rocky over the last few weeks, Najma was finding it hard being the happy go lucky girl she used to be. Asad and Zoya both gave her space to deal with it; they haven't forced her to anything.
"Yeah?" Zoya smiled at her fondly.
"I've got cupcakes." Najma shook the box. Ayaan cheered, Najma pointed him with a glare.
"It's for the little one and his mama." Najma passed the box to Zoya before plopping herself next to Asad, his arms wrapped around her shoulders pulling her in towards him.
"You're going to make me fat." Zoya grunted with a smile.
"I don't see how you can avoid it though." Ayaan commented.
"You really are going for the kill aren't you?" Asad leaned back while Zoya decided whether to kill Ayaan or not.
"Tut tut tut" Humeira taunted. Asad glanced over at his vibrating phone and excused himself.
"I will deprive you of chachu love if you keep continuing with the way you're going." Zoya peeled the wrapper of the cupcake, salivating just smelling it. She moved her eyes around the room while she took a huge bite out of it and groaned. "Oh miii goshh, thishhh iiis so fguurd" She closed her eyes.
"That is so unfair. Tamater, where's ours?" Ayaan pouted.
"Are you growing a baby inside you?" Najma raised her eyebrow, Zoya choked with laughter with Humeira doubling over on the opposite side.
"That was priceless Tamater." Zoya leaned towards her and kissed her cheek.
"EWWW" Najma wiped her cheek, Zoya smiled innocently.
"Sorry." She wiped her lips.
"Zoya?" Dilshad walked into the room, "Sorry , I'm sorry beta. These ladies have no filter." She caressed her head.
"It's okay Ammi." Zoya pressed her eyes in assurance.
"I don't understand these people." She spoke thoughtfully before shaking off it off. "I think Asad wants you, go and see what he wants." Zoya nodded, kissed her cheek and headed for her bedroom. She paused when she heard Asad's stern voice.
"I want you to put a tab on all of his activities. All of them." He ordered into the phone, he was stood tense with his back towards her. She slowly walked over and placed her hand on his shoulder. He turned around and placed his hand on her cheek, his expressions softening seeing her. "No, I don't trust him at all. Keep me updated." He hung up and threw the phone onto the bed.
"What was that about?"
"Work" He lied. "Nothing you have to worry about" He smiled kneading her shoulders.
"When can we go see Zaheer?" She asked placing her hand on his chest. Something didn't feel right.
"Soon." He told her. "Very very soon." He kissed her forehead. If only she knew how hard he had been trying to delay their meeting, Zoya would be so disappointed. But he had promised to himself to never let her come in harm's way, even if it meant keeping Asim away from her. He would try everything in his power to keep him from manipulating his wife or sister. He will find out the truth. But until then, everyone is an enemy. Especially Asim.
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"Why isn't he picking up?" Zoya pressed her temples feeling a headache coming on. She hasn't spoken to him in over two weeks, he hadn't left a message for her before he disappeared to wherever he is now.
"Give it a break Zoya." Asad scolded grabbing the phone from her with his free hand. He threw the phone into his pocket before holding her hand over the gearbox.
"Well this is romantic" She rolled her eyes leaning back against the bed.
"Drop the attitude Zoya. You know damn well you like this stuff." He changed the gear with their attached hand.
"You know Asad, I remember you were the one with attitude before our Nikkah, before we got together." She looked over at him.
"It wasn't attitude; it was me fighting off your attraction." He huffed at the memory.
"Uhum" She smirked. "So who won?"
"Well, we're married with a baby on the way. What do you think?" He chuckled. "And I'm the best husband in the world." He said confidently.
"Hey now, don't get all big headed." She sat upright.
"It's not my fault your praises gave me an ego boost." He shrugged his shoulders before glancing over at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Ermm that was a one time thing." She coughed turning bright pink knowing that he was thinking about the time she jumped him in the bedroom.
"Yeah right." His lips twitched and she swore his voice rolled its eyes at her.
"Whatever." She decided to ignore him and look out of the window. Her hands went up to her neck, she grunted feeling slightly uncomfortable. She closed her eyes for a moment while he parked up. "Who's idea was this outing?" She grumbled.
"Mine." He got out of the car and went around to her side to open her door. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, he brushed her hair back behind her ears before planting a soft kiss on her cheeks. "You've been stuck inside for too long. Some fresh air will do you good and some alone time with me of course." He winked.
"Argh. I hate it when you do perfect husband-ly things." She tried not to smile as he took her hand and helped her out of the car.
"Do you really Zoya, do you?" He mocked her.
"No" She squeaked as he pulled her back against his chest and kissed her temples. She sighed. "Ooh, this place looks nice." Zoya smiled up at the little ancient caf with vines running up its cream concrete walls. But that wasn't what caught her attention, it was the outside seating area on the left side of the building, it had the most beautiful looking tables surrounded by plants and flowers overlooking the huge garden. She was so excited all of a sudden, she wanted to explore that garden and find her way around the maze.
"I'm glad you approve. Come on." He wrapped his arm around her waist, both possessively and protectively. He helped her take a seat while she admired the garden, the scent of the flowers making her senses dance in a frenzy. He took his seat in front of her and took in her huge goofy grin. Goofball.
"Why have you been holding me back from this place?" She mock accused him.
"I only just discovered this place. Ayaan sent me locations of a few places I wanted to take you on, when I saw this place, I decided it was perfect." He signalled to one of the waitresses through the glass windows who nodded in understanding. "What do you want to drink?"
"Obviously coffee is off the menu." Zoya rubbed her stomach affectionately, she looked up to find Asad's gaze transfixed on her hand over her stomach. "What are you thinking?" His eyes slid up to meet hers, they were shining.
"I still can't believe it. Even the sonography picture, the little dot. Our baby." He shook his head. "It all feels like a dream." He took her hand and stroked it softly with his thumb. "Thank you."
"Hey, believe it okay. It's real." She tried to discreetly wipe her tears. "I won't take all the credit, you played a part in this too okay?" She winked through her tears. Their conversation was interrupted by the waitress.
"Hey, Mr and Mrs Khan. Welcome to Bliss Caf, what would you like to drink?" She smiled brightly at both of them.
"Just a black coffee and those pastries for now." Asad looked over at Zoya.
"Can I get that mixed fruit smoothie" She pointed at the menu, "And those pastries too. Something lemon flavoured too." She pouted at the menu.
"Something lemon flavoured too." Asad told the waitress, his eyes smiling at his wife.
"Ofcourse. I'll be right back." The waitress went back inside.
"Have you thought of any names?" Asad asked her.
"We have a while to go yet. We don't even know what we are going to have." She smiled. Asad's topic of conversation was always about them, their family or their baby. For him, that's all that mattered. He didn't want to talk about anyone else and he knew that if he allowed her to stay quiet, she would start pondering over everything else. And there was no way he was going to let her mind fill with worry. He kissed the palm of her hand before holding it against his cheek leaning forward onto the table.
"You know I love you right?" He said softly.
"And I love you right back. God help the person that ever tries to come between my love for you." She beamed. Her face was glowing and it wasn't the bright sunlight that was making her shine. She was genuinely happy and he was praying for the person that dares to take that away from her. His fierce need to protect her and their child overwhelmed him.
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"Give me something babygirl. Try to move your hand again, please." Zaheer pleaded kneeling in front of Zareen's wheelchair. He sat back against the floor feeling dejected at his attempts, years of therapy, years of running from doctor to doctor, years of helplessness. He wanted his sister back. After years of trying, it was seeing Zoya that got a response from her. He had been so hopeful thinking this could lead to her recovery. He took her back to Switzerland to see her doctor. But now, everything seems to have been in vain.
"Please baby. I can't take this anymore. I have no-one else left in this world. Mum and dad have gone. I need you. Please." His shoulders shook, hiding his head in between his knees. He was desperate. He looked up slowly with bloodshot eyes. He met his sister's eyes, once they shone bright like green emerald crystals. His sister always had unique eyes and he had a lot of trouble chasing off guys. She knew she was a beautiful woman but she never flaunted it. She was never interested in guys, she was always into her music. The girl could play the guitar with her eyes blindfolded. He imagined they were still on when she met Asim. She fell head over in love with the guy, she never allowed him to meet Asim just in case he chased her off. Asim played her and she danced to his tune. She gave him everything; he killed everything pure in his sister. He was a devil in disguise. He wasn't just thinking this because he was over protective of his sister. He would happily give her away to Asim if he was a good guy. He wouldn't wish his enemy's sister on that guy.
He took his phone out of his pockets and dialled a number he thought he wouldn't have to use. His heart raced with every ring.
"Hello?" Asad's smooth voice boomed through the speakerphones.
"Mr Khan, this is Zaheer Ahmed." His voice cracked, he tried to keep his voice together.
"How can I help you?" Asad's tone was firm.
"I need your help. I'm desperate..." He closed his eyes.
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"I want some mint flavoured cake and ice cream." Zoya recited the list of things she wanted to eat. He patiently listened through his Bluetooth parking up in front of the Italian restaurant he arranged to meet Zaheer at.
"Anything else?"
"Ayaan wants Ferrer roche milkshake and Humeira wants Mango ice cream. TAMATERRR!" Zoya called out, Asad held the ear piece away from his ear, her shrieks deafening him. He placed it back on hearing her shouting for Najma. "What do you want? Ofcourse he is going to get it otherwise he wouldn't dare to come home." She answered Najma's unheard questions. Asad pressed his temples. His wife is very loving but she never forgets to show her other attributes once every day. "Ah okay. She wants some oreo ice cream milkshake, okay?"
"Yes." He answered.
"Asad, you remember all of that? I can go through it again." She offered helpfully.
"No no, got it!"
"Okay, thank you baby. See you soon." And with that she hung up. Asad shook his head removing the ear piece and stepped out of the SUV. He raked his hair as he walked into the restaurant unsure of what he was getting himself into. But hearing a man breakdown on the other side of the phone, the least he could do is hear him out. He signalled to the waiter who directed him to his table. He found Zaheer walking in through the front door as he was about to sit down. Asad observed the man in front of him noticing the difference in him. This man in front of him was broken and desperate. He didn't look like smooth businessman he met sometime back.
"Zaheer?" Asad held his hand out, Zaheer took it in his and shook it.
"Thank you so much for coming." Zaheer spoke nervously sitting down. The once confident businessman was confident no more. He didn't want revenge; he didn't want to see anyone else suffer. He wants his sister's life and he would pay whatever it cost him to make her well again. Even his soul.
"What is this about?" Asad asked taking a sip of his water. "You wanted my help? I don't understand."
"My sister's alive Asad." Zaheer confessed. Asad took a deep breath before leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms.
"I know." He replied.
"I forgot. Your bodyguard is an ex marine." He ran his fingers through his hair chuckling nervously. "I'm surprised Zoya waited so long to look into it. I have nothing against her. I know you think I came to destroy her, but she was never my target. I wanted to ruin Asim. I'm sorry about your sister, I never wanted to hurt her. Seeing her face that day, I know how that must have felt for you. My sister was in a similar state and it broke my heart. I am not going to lie, I had only revenge on my mind when I came to India, when I left USA that day with my sister, who is breathing but she isn't alive. My bubbly little girl, she's..." He breathed heavily trying to stop his voice from breaking. "I hate seeing her like this. Day after day, months after months. I have tried everything, every doctor. Nothing. It's like she doesn't want to get better. He stole his innocence from her. He stole everything from her." He paused meeting Asad's eyes, "Until that day at the hospital, she saw Zoya. For the first time in years, she reacted. She tried reaching out to her. And then nothing." He made an exasperated noise.
"So what exactly do you want from me?" Asad asked, his voice softer this time.
"Don't freak out okay. Just hear me out. I was hoping if Zoya could come see her? Just the once" He panicked seeing Asad squirm, "Not alone, your bodyguard and you can come along. I'll bring her to you guys instead. Just the once. I am desperate. I'll go away from you all if it doesn't work. I'll leave with her. Please, this is my last try. I don't know what else to do." He held his head in his hands. Asad coughed, Zaheer looked up with teary eyes. It takes a lot for a grown man to cry.
"Okay." He nodded.
"Seriously?" Zaheer asked with wide eyes, Asad nodded with a smile but then his face went serious.
"My wife's safety will come before you and your sister. Always." He commented sternly.
"Of course, I wouldn't do anything to put her in harm's way. I know you love her; I understand that kind of love. You have my word on this." Zaheer vowed.
"Right, let's eat. I'm starving." Asad picked up the menu, he wanted to add having a wife is hard work but he didn't think they both had that friendship for him to joke around. They were both alike in so many ways. Zaheer's tensed shoulders relaxed.
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Asad leaned against the door, arms crossed, a smile on his face watching the most important people in his life fuss over desserts. Humeira, Ayaan, Najma and Zoya rummaged through the bags. Zoya having found her cake and ice cream picked her feet up on to the sofa before indulging herself in her treats. Her eyes lit up, her lips curved into a smile, her tongue occasionally peeping in between her lips to swipe the mess on her face. The expressions on her face, the sighs, the moans, and that beautiful smile melted his heart, any trouble he would go through to put that smile on her face would be so worth it. Million times over.
She looked up at him with a wide smile holding her spoon out to him, he pushed off the wall and strode towards her. He bent forward and took the spoon into his mouth while she anticipated his reaction. He looked around him before bending down and pressing his lips against hers in a chaste kiss. She blushed pink brushing her lips with her tongue while he smiled triumphantly. Ayaan whistled behind them seeing them staring at one another intently, Asad ignored him taking his seat beside his wife and wrapping her in his arms.
"You two are too cute for words." Humeira sighed resting her head on Najma's shoulders.
"So cute." Ayaan mocked placing his head on Humeira. Zoya glanced over at Asad who shook his head.
"How is Karim?" Asad asked Zoya rubbing circles on her back making her body go lax against his. He always knew how to make her relax.
"Baby Karim is so cute." Najma clapped.
"I spoke to them just an hour ago. Aapi and Jeeju sound exhausted but happy. He is doing great too. He's such a chubby baby." Zoya cooed.
"That's going to be both of you soon." Ayaan informed them. "Exhausted. No time for life." Humeira fake punched him.
"It will be worth it." Asad spoke without blinking. He picked up the remote making sure Zoya was tucked in properly beside him and switched the TV on.
"They are cute." Humeira spoke in a hushed tone.
"What's cute about that?" Ayaan pointed speaking slightly louder.
"Everything." Najma remarked.
"We need to talk." Zoya spoke quietly while everyone got busy with the programme on TV. Asad didn't react, having a smart ass wife he knew this conversation was coming sometime soon.
"About what?" He said non-committedly.
"About you putting off our meeting." She looked up at him with wide eyes; their faces inches apart but she made her point.
"Yeah about that, I think we do need to talk." He said slowly. Zoya sat up straight instantly more alert putting a stop to his relaxing touches.
"What happened?" She said a bit louder. She bit her tongue looking at the gang before focusing on Asad's face. He stood up and put his hand out to help her up.
"Come with me." Zoya followed him up and headed towards their bedroom.
"Goodnight kiddos."
"Goodnight babhie!" "Goodnight Aapi" "Goodnight Mona" Followed her into the room.
"Heyhey" She pulled his hand to halt him in his tracks. He sighed rubbing a hand over his face before turning to meet her curious stare.
"I met Zaheer today." He informed her. Her eyes widened a fraction but she didn't say anything waiting for him to continue. He could hear the silent "without me".
"He admitted Zarine is alive." He heard her gasp, "But she isn't living. She hasn't spoken since the incident, she's paralysed. She hasn't reacted to any medicines and any doctors. You saw her that day at the hospital Zoya." He watched her step back and sit down on the bed. He went forward and kneeled in front of her placing his hands on her knees.
"I knew I saw her that day." She spoke to herself. "Zarine is alive." A lone tear rolled down her cheeks. "Asad, she is alive. Nothing happened to her. Asim-"
"This isn't about Asim right now. This is about Zarine. Zaheer asked me for a favour." Asad braced himself, he knew she wouldn't like this. "He wants you to meet Zarine and spend some time with her." He continued before she could interrupt. "She reacted that day seeing you. But since then, nothing."
"You trust Zaheer?"
"He is a desperate man. He was on the verge of tears. A grown man can only be brought to his knees like that if he is genuinely utterly broken and helpless. He loves his sister. Like I love Tamater. I could feel his pain Zoya. And therefore, I trust him. I trust his love for his sister. But I don't trust Asim."
"Asim didn't do anything Asad. You gotta believe this." She pleaded.
"There is a reason why Zarine is like this Zoya. And it's because of him." Zoya shook her head. "Sweetheart, trust me. I will find out the truth. For me, you, Tamater and for those two siblings. I will lay off Asim, for now. Can you meet Zarine this once, for me?" Asad took her hand in between his.
"Asad, I want to meet her too. I'm not doing this for you or me. I'm doing this for her. I liked her. She was a sweet girl despite everything. I uh." She pressed her temples. "I don't know what's happening anymore."
"I love him Zoya... until today; I thought he loved me too."
"What when?"
"Since always. He played me and I thought I was the one for him. He doesn't love me, he loves-"
"You must be misunderstanding, this isn't Asim. I have known Asim all my life. I would have known if he loved you, if something was happening between you two. He has never mentioned you. He saw you as a friend. I'm sure."
"He never mentioned that we had something..."
"Listen Zarine, you are a really sweet girl. But I don't think Asim sees you like that. He said you were obsessed with him. You're going to get yourself hurt sweetheart. I will talk to him okay? You take a few days break from the caf, everything will be okay. If he has feelings for you and he is too shy to speak about it, I swear I will kick his ass and get you two together."
"I think it's too late for that Zoya."
"How?"
"I don't have anything left to give him."
"She committed suicide Asad. I thought I couldn't save her. Deep down, I blamed myself for it. It is my fault. I could have stopped her from misunderstanding Asim's feelings. I could have stopped her obsession. I could have stopped all of this." She met his comforting eyes. "Don't look at me like that. Asim isn't to blame for this, neither is Zarine. It's my fault. She jumped Asad, right before our eyes. And we couldn't do anything about it. She just..." Asad pulled her towards him seeing the haunted look in her eyes.
"It wasn't your fault sweetheart." He comforted her. He kissed her temples before kissing her cheeks. "Not your fault."
"Zaheer was right Asad. If we never came into her life, she would have been just fine. Bright beautiful girl. She had the most mesmerising eyes. Too innocent, too shy. I think we corrupted her. I don't blame Zaheer for thinking it was our fault. It was ours. We drove her to commit suicide. I shouldn't have just pushed her thoughts and feelings aside. I just should have listened to her. I didn't know her too well. I thought she might have been preying on Asim like the other girls. She looked troubled, maybe there was something more going on with her. I could have gotten her help."
"Hey shhh. It's fine. We'll go to meet her tomorrow. I have informed Halim. Everything will be fine. You can help her sweetheart. You have gotten the chance to help heal her." Asad spoke in a calm tone trying to control her panic attack. "I love you." He whispered into her ears. "You are the most kind hearted soul I know. You love with everything within you. And I love that about you. And I know you tried your best. I know you tried to help. But this was out of your control. It wasn't your fault." He cupped her face. "I hate seeing tears in your eyes. You are not to cry again. Stop it. Please." He kissed her forehead. She hid her face in his chest not wanting to speak another word. She hurt for Zarine. No matter what caused her to go beyond that tipping point, she could have helped her. She should have tried harder. So many lives would not have been affected. Asim wouldn't have been blamed, Najma's heart would not have been broken and Zaheer wouldn't be mourning for his sister.
"Please stay with me." She whispered.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else sweetheart."
"I hate myself."
"You're not allowed to hate my wife."
"What am I allowed to do to your wife?"
"This." He kissed her neck before tickling her. She tried to crawl away from him but he pulled her back. She squealed and squeaked.
"STOP. No. I'm going to peee" She cried.
"You're going to what?" He chuckled.
"Peee eee eee. I'm. gonna. Peee." She punctuated each word, her "peee" made him howl with laughter and tickle her even more.
"What?" He asked in between his laughter.
"Pleaseee." She pleaded with tears in her eyes, gasping for breath. He pulled her into his lap and cradled her planting a soft kiss on her forehead. She dug her face into his chest and sighed.
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