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Thank you so much for your support my loves. Here's the next part, idk if you'll enjoy it hearing all the rumours going around. Please ignore all the mistakes and do leave your comments behind! Much loves xoxo
Chapter Five
It had been three days since he caught a glimpse of her face, of her presence. It's as if she was there but they were working in parallel worlds; he couldn't physically hear her, touch her or see her. He could feel her presence around the huge building that seems to have grown bigger. Feelings? He brushed his hair back as he leaned against his chair; this chair always gave him a sense of superiority over others, why did he have to be such an asshole? He looked towards his fifth mug of coffee that was still steaming hot yet he didn't seem to feel any fresher than he should. He stared towards his office door waiting for it to fly open and for her to enter. His fingers went over the handle of the mug and wiped the top of it wanting to feel her touch. The last four cups today and the twenty odd cups over the last three days did not have any taste, it was bland as ever. He brought the mug closer to his lips, he sipped it and winced as it burned his tongue; stop thinking about her. His eyes lit up as he looked at the mug; her essence was all over it. He jumped up onto his feet and ran out of his room. He threw her door open; his eyes searched the dark, gloomy room. He paced down the stairs; he searched the lobby furiously in the hope of catching one glance. In the last month, he had always argued with her, asking her to stay away from him. But this restlessness, the last three days have driven him mad. Her memories were starting to fade away; he was trying to reach out those memories of her.
'Where's Ayaat?' He asked Alaina. She looked up from her computer pushing her glasses back in place as her nose scrunched up seeing his face.
'She's in her room' She replied quietly. Her tone of voice scratched something in him, but he was in no mood to fight.
'No, she's not there' He said quickly.
'She got back from the venue an hour back. She might be with the designs team. The show is tomorrow, she seemed quite stressed' Alaina went into deep thought.
'Oh okay. Thanks' Zain turned around and closed his eyes for a moment. He sighed before fixing his tie. He took his first step up the stairs and froze, his hands brushed over his temples; what was he doing? He took a deep breath in and exhaled sharply, he looked up; the stairs seemed never ending. He forced his mind to stop arguing, he held onto a thought before running up the stairs and wandering down the corridor, his eyes fixed on the door at the end. He halted halfway down the corridor, he looked to his right. The material piece was half stuck on one of the corners of the frame. He fixed it before curiosity overtook him; he spread the material out to find a portrait of Zoya. His fingers found themselves brushing over her face; 18 years and he had never seen her picture before. He admired the woman in the picture who had openly embraced him despite knowing about his past. He tilted his head as his eyes went slightly blurry, he turned around and realised where he was standing. This was where they had first met, and he had scared the living daylights out of her. He forbade her to look at the portrait yet he went ahead and looked at the portrait. His head shot towards the board room, he could hear her laughter. A small smile crept on his face as the side of his lips went up to create his crooked smile. He leaned against the door, relieved to find her in the board room with the designers. He stared at her back as she dictated to everyone whilst they all watched with eager eyes. He stepped inside the room,
'Zain, great you're here' Naeem looked up, Zain nodded back at him. His eyes remained glued to her back, he watched her straighten her back, refusing to turn around. She carried on speaking,
'Ladies, here please' She looked to her side; the models ran in front of her. He couldn't see her face because of her loose hair. 'Now these don't look too great. We need to adjust it slightly' She pinned a few drapes on one of the models.
'Ayaat' He whispered. She turned a deaf ear towards him.
'Okay guys, I think that's it. Nothing more to do than to hope for the best. Thank you all for your co-operation. I really appreciate all the hard work. I thought everyone would tell me to get lost when went all control freak on you' She laughed. Zain noticed the strain in her laughter. 'Tomorrow will be perfect' Everyone nodded. 'It's pretty late, everyone should go home and get some rest. Thanks ladies' She paused as the models walked out. 'Early start tomorrow. Dress pretty guys' She winked at them, they all laughed getting up to leave. They all cheered and patted each other's backs. She shook her head before piling up the paperwork. She watched the room empty, sighing she went on to close the window that was blowing all the papers away. She failed to reach the hook that was keeping the huge window open, she went on her toes trying to reach out for it. Before she could get hold of it, she saw his hand brush past hers and hold the edge of the hook. She looked to her right to find him standing there with one arm stretched out looking straight at her with moist eyes. She brought her arms back inside and held it against her chest. Her hair blew over her face as she stood inches away from him. Her eyes shot instantly towards his other hand, she didn't react as he tucked her hair behind her ears. She met his eyes as a lone tear escaped the side of her eyes. He brushed it off, Ayaat stumbled back a few steps as the window banged shut on them. She turned around in haste and grabbed her folders.
'Ayaat, wait' He called behind her. She stopped instantly.
'Why are you avoiding me?' He spoke sadly.
'I've been busy' She replied quietly,
'So busy that you can't even look at your boss for a second?' He took a step towards her,
'Is there any pending work?' She turned around slowly; she forced herself to look up at him. He was thrown back by her tired eyes.
'No, no I er-'
'I'll leave then...' She stepped backwards,
'Wait, let me give you a lift' He said quickly,
'I'm fine'
'Ayaat, it's late. Asad Chachu wouldn't approve-'
'Don't' She shook her head at him, pleading for him to not use her dad to persuade her.
'I'm sorry- I-' He struggled for words.
'For what?' She gave him blank expressions.
'Please?' He begged her, he didn't know why but he didn't want to let go of her even if it meant crushing his ego.
'I er I have to go to the Orphanage. I have to go erm sort out the clothes. You er go home. Busy day tomorrow' She turned around,
'Ayaat, please' He begged behind her. Ayaat closed her eyes for a moment, her lips quivered as she held in her tears.
'I er Why?' She turned around, 'After everything, why? Don't you think you've hurt me enough? I don't want to give you another reason to to...' Zain winced seeing her tears. He wanted to wipe every single tear away from her face. They both remained silent staring at one another before Ayaat's phone rang.
'Hello Abbu? Yeah I'm still here. No no I can't. I have to go to the Orphanage. The whisper stuff uh huh' She looked at Zain, 'Erm yeah he's still here. No no, I'll manage. Abbu. Okaay.Fine.' She put her phone away. Zain walked past her with a little smile on his face.
'I'll just get the packages' She spoke behind him; he turned around and nodded at her showing her the keys. She nodded back at him, her eyes darting here and there. She whizzed past him into the lift. Zain sighed into his hands,
'What's wrong with me?' He asked himself.
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'Asad, it's her birthday' Zoya pressed her forehead, 'Allah Miyaan, I don't know what to do' She held her hips blowing the strands of hair away from her face.
'Zoya, what the!' Asad scolded her. 'Arms out, you have to balance' He stepped towards her placing his hand out to her.
'I'm trying. Wait' Zoya forced her right foot forward,
'Come on, you can do it. Now the other foot' Asad encouraged her making Zoya laugh.
'I feel like a baby learning to walk' She giggled,
'I'm serious Zoya. Come on' He put his arms out towards her,
'Okaay baba, I'm coming' she lifted her left foot up only to fall forward. Asad ran forward and caught her effortlessly. He hugged her tight,
'I bet Ayaat wasn't this difficult' He teased her.
'She wasn't' Zoya laughed into his neck. She wrapped her arms around him and sighed,
'Mmm' Asad kissed her forehead grinning. Zoya pulled her head back and smiled at him joining her chin with his. He lifted her up into his arms making her squeal. He gazed into her beautiful brown orbs that were gleaming back at him; he slowly walked towards the bedroom. Asad was about to close the door when he watched Ayaat enter the house. She stared at them both awkwardly before walking back out of the house laughing to herself.
'I'm going to Daadi's' She shouted behind her before locking the door.
'Asad, put me down. Look now, what would she be thinking about us?' Zoya blushed as she forced him to let her down. 'She was so tired as well my poor baby' She frowned.
'You don't really care about me do you?' He asked sadly. 'Anyways' He put her down, 'Ammi wanted to spend some time with her. Baby was stressed when I spoke to her last night. I think she'll be able to help her calm down'
'Hmmm I guess' She rested her head against his chest. 'Allah Miyaan, what's wrong with you Asad? Omg let me go' She giggled as he teasingly touched her waist. She fell backwards against the bed and looked up at him with wide eyes.
'NOOO, I swear I -' She cried as he fell on top of her laughing.
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Ayaat grumbled as she stood outside her house knowing she would have to call him. She fussed with her phone for a moment before finally calling him,
'Hello' She closed her eyes. She peeked with one eye as she waited for him to reply.
'What's wrong? Are you okaay?' He replied instantly.
'I er yeah. I need a lift' She paused as she jumped up and down stomping her feet for doing this, ' to Daadi's' She opened her eyes. She fisted her hands knowing he was gloating.
'Okay, I'll just come back for you' He smiled into his phone.
'Listen-' He hung up before she could say anything else.
'Heyy' He popped his head out of the window. Ayaat had her arms crossed avoiding his gaze, 'how long are you going to stand like that?' He raised his eyebrow. Ayaat grunted quietly picking up her bags and walking around the car. She placed her bags in the boot, Zain grinned to himself staring into his rear view mirror. She glared at him once she caught his eyes on her. She crossed her arms getting into the car.
'No-one appreciates anything nowadays' He sighed as he started the engine, holding his lips to contain his laughter. Her stubborn like grumpy face was enough to make anyone turn sides. He glanced at her as she stared ahead of her, moving her irritating strands of hair now and then. He didn't know why but her annoying tantrums were growing on him. He shook himself trying to concentrate on the road ahead. He watched from the corner of his eyes as she rest her head back and rubbed her stomach; great, she hadn't eaten either.
'You want me to get in trouble again don't you?' He taunted,
'What have I done now?' She looked at him with bored expressions.
'You haven't eaten, have you?'
'Why do you care?'
'I don't' He bit his tongue instantly. 'But your Abbu does' He said wanting to smack his head against the steering wheel.
'I know he does' She closed her eyes against the headrest. Zain drove uncomfortably, not knowing what he had to do to make her act normal again. She was clearly upset about something and he didn't know how to ease her pain knowing he was one of the reasons.
'Zain, put your bluetooth in. Don't pick up. Are you listening to me, pull up here' Ayaat grilled him. Zain was frustrated, first his sudden outburst in front of Connor and then her taunting voice.
'Will you just shut up?' He yelled at her as he halted his car. 'Why do you have to interfere with everything? Can you not sit quietly for a moment. Since you've come into my life, everything has gone downhill' He whacked his head against the steering wheel. He still hadn't apologised for shouting at her earlier.
'You're saying the reason for your stupid behaviour is my presence?' She asked quietly,
'Yes!' He screamed at her making her grip her seat, 'Yes it's all your fault. Everything that goes wrong in my life is because of you. I can't get anything right. Your face, your voice...' His voice trailed off as he looked at her blank face. She had fought her urge to fight him after the incident in front of Connor.
'I'll try not to get in your way' She spoke softly, she looked out of her window to realise she was in front of their building. She opened the door and jumped out of the car, running as fast as she could.
Ayaat stepped out of the car and went towards the boot. He called out behind her, she ignored him and took her bags out of the boot. He offered his helping hand, she refused. He blocked her way in front of their house, he forcefully pulled the bags off her and headed inside as she looked on quietly. She saw Dilshad on the sofa; she walked towards her and sat on the sofa before placing her head on her lap. Dilshad jerked out of her trance, she saw Ayaat lying on her lap; she seemed upset.
'Abbu will be staying over' She faked a smile feeling Dilshad's gaze on her, she nuzzled into her belly. Dilshad brushed her hair, comforting her. Zain came out of her room after sorting her packages out and sat on the other side next to Dilshad. He shrugged his shoulders when she looked at him questioningly.
'I'm not hungry Daadi, I'm going bed' She yawned as she walked towards her room dressed in her mother's old pyjamas. Zain tugged at Dilshad's arm and shook his head mouthing to her that she hasn't eaten all day.
'Stop there young lady!' Dilshad scolded, Ayaat turned around lazily, 'you will not sleep empty stomach' Ayaat glared at Zain before walking towards the dining table. She leaned against her tired arms as Dilshad spoon fed her, after a few Ayaat gave up.
'Daadi, I'm going to drop. I am so so tired. Early start tomorrow. Thank you' She kissed her cheeks and ran for her room.
'Zain you take care of her tomorrow, my poor baby' Dilshad frowned whilst Zain nodded. He waited till Dilshad went bed, he knocked on her door. Hearing no answer, he slowly opened the door. Seeing the sight put a smile to his face, she had fallen on the bed the first direction she saw the bed. Her legs were hanging off the sides as her head failed to find her pillow. She left her lamp on and the windows were wide open. He shook his head as he closed the windows and then helped her sleep straight on her pillow. He pulled the duvet over her and sat beside her. He brushed his hand over hers,
'I'm so sorry Ayaat. I never meant anything I said. It's just I don't know what happens to me when I see you. It's just... So hard to speak to you when you're awake. I er' He fell on his knees as she pulled his hand under her cheeks. He took his other hand and brushed her hair back, he lifted her head and pulled his hand out.
'I don't want to talk to you' Ayaat whispered in her sleep. Zain stood up and stared at her with wide eyes. She pulled the duvet over her and wrapped up tight.
'See what I mean' He whispered back. He moved closer to her face, his body felt a shot of goose bumps all over his body as her breath touched his face. Her innocent face, her long eyelashes, her nose, her rosy lips; she was so perfect. He tapped her nose grinning; he remembered how they scrunched up and turned red every time she was angry or irritated.
'Why do I feel so weird around you?' He sighed placing his head next to her.
'Akdu' She whispered. He moved his head away wondering what kind of dreams she was having.
'Khadoos' Zain chuckled, she was definitely dreaming about him and going by what she was saying, she was praising him with wonderful names. Just wonderful he rolled his eyes. He turned her lamp off and walked out of the room.
He admired his little princess sleeping peacefully in her new bedroom. How much he longed for this day, for her to sleep in her rightful place. He looked at the clock on one of the walls, she was meant to be awake an hour ago. He didn't want to disturb her sleep; she looked so innocent, as if she didn't want anyone waking her up. Zoya had been pushing him to wake her up but every time he would go back feeling bad. He closed the door behind him and walked over towards her bed. He lay behind her nuzzling into her back and placing his hand over her. Moments later, he leaned against his elbows and watched her sleeping. She turned in her sleep; he dropped his head on her belly. He played with her hands, Ayaat's eyes opened wide. She tried sitting upright but his head stopped her making her fall backwards onto her pillow. In the next moment, the room filled with shrieks as Asad blew into her belly making her squirm on her bed.
'Abbu, what are you doing? Ahhh let me go' She squealed as he started tickling her making her cry with laughter. She pushed him off and ran across the room with her pillow. He pulled her back onto the bed, 'Ammiii!!!' Ayaat yelled for help. The whole family came to her door to watch the father daughter fight; they burst out laughing seeing Ayaat hit Asad with her pillow.
'I.am.lateee' She shrieked, hitting Asad with the pillow as he held his hands up defensively.
'I thought you said you felt bad' Zoya crossed her arms shaking her head side to side. Ayaat's eyes widened as she looked at her alarm clock that she never turned on. She screamed as loud as possible making everyone quieten down.
'Ammi, I'm late. Omg omg omg' She had a panic attack rocking side to side. Asad held her in his arms as he looked at Zoya.
'Beta, freshen up. You have enough time. Zain said everything is up to speed. You don't have to go in till 6. He said to rest' Zoya's face fell seeing her run into the bathroom. Moments later she ran out of the bathroom and grabbed her phone.
'Naeem. What happened to the adjustments? Are they okaay? Are there any other changes that need to be made? No okaay. Keep me up to speed' She breathed out putting the phone down. Asad followed her every step as she marched from one side to the other. Asad hadn't moved an inch since she got up and panicked. He gulped seeing her state, she would snap at anyone in her way. Ayaat sat down on the bed breathing heavily,
'I can't do this' She cried, her shoulders slouched back in defeat.
'Ofcourse you can baby. Everything is going smoothly. Just relax now' He massaged her shoulder. Zoya sat down on a stool in front of her with a bowl of porridge.
'You're doing perfectly fine. We're so proud of you' Zoya comforted her. She brought the spoon in front of her and pressed it against her lips. She reluctantly opened up and chewed.
'I know but, I just have this feeling that something will go wrong' She took another spoonful, Zoya smiled at her whilst Asad started making plaits in her hair, 'I don't want to let anyone down. Everyone has worked so hard for this, you understand na' They both nodded at her cuteness. 'I've ordered the perfect dress. It should arrive around 4ish. I'll just text her the change of address for delivery' She took a sip of the orange juice Dilshad held in front of her. Zain had come back for a file, he heard all the commotion in Ayaat's room and decided to check it out. He stood against the door with his arms crossed and a crooked smile not wanting to leave his face. He watched as everyone ran around her like she was royalty, which she was in their eyes; their princess. The sight warmed his heart, he wanted her to be around her family, the very reason he headed out early to make sure everything was set for this evening. He brushed his hair back smiling and went upstairs to get himself a file.
'Heyhey, look at me' Asad cupped her face, 'shhh, relax. I'll be your assistant today. If there's anything left to do, I shall get it done' He pulled her cheeks, 'I am at your service' He bowed in front of her. Dilshad threw a notepad at him,
'Get to work then' Dilshad joked before helping Zoya out of the room.
'Abbu, seriously there's no need for that. You're here, by my side. That's all the strength I need' She hugged him before walking towards her dressing table. She looked into her mirror and gasped, she slowly turned around with her hands on her hips,
'What have you done to my hair?' She squealed touching the spikes he would call plaits, 'Abbu!!' She stormed towards him, Asad ran out of the room for his life. She grabbed another pillow and chased after him.
'Honestly, what have you done? I look like a a a a witch. I don't look like this' She puffed as she ran around the sofa. Asad stopped and stared at her,
'You do look like a witch though' He covered his ears as she screamed at him, 'sorry sorry, I er, first time' He put his hands up, Ayaat pouted holding some of her hair. She looked up to find Zain on the stairs with his lips pressed,
'Don't!' She warned, 'Don't you dare-' She closed her eyes shut as he burst out laughing, he held his stomach before he almost fell forward. Ayaat's nose blew outwards as her face turned red,
'What's wrong with your face' Asad pointed at her and then his nose, 'it's blowing up' Ayaat gritted her teeth before sniffing,
'Asad' Zoya warned, 'leave her alone' She shook her head at their antics. Ayaat turned on her feet and rushed towards her room.
'Ayaat, I was joking baba. Ayaat I-'
'DON'T!' She smashed the door close behind her, Asad jumped back defensively.
'See, I told you! She has your temper, I knew it wasn't long before she snapped' Zoya scolded Asad.
'Well atleast she isn't stressed now' Asad convinced himself,
'Yeah because you made her cry. She cries when she's angry' Zoya taunted biting her tongue and widening her eyes. She pointed the knife at him, 'you sort it out.now'
Asad held his head, 'Ayaat. I'm sorry beta. I was joking' He knocked on her door.
'Go away!!' She yelled from inside, 'I don't want to talk to anyone' She cried. Asad frowned hearing her voice break,
'Baby, please. I'm soo sorry' His voice broke, 'I was only trying to change your mood. Please open the door' Ayaat slowly opened the door and went back inside. He followed behind her,
'Baby. Suno na. Dekho uss tumhare dost ka kya hua...' He diverted the conversation. Zoya shook her head at the father daughter antics; Asad has become a child again.
Zain watched from the top of the stairs, he joined Zoya in the kitchen.
'You all be ready on time. I'll be home by 6' He told Dilshad, 'everything is done' He looked at Zoya.
'Don't worry, we won't let her stress' Zoya comforted him. He tore his gaze away shaking his hair,
'No I was just. Yeah I'll just get going.' He shot out of the house.
'These two need to stop fighting' Zoya looked at Dilshad.
'They'll be friends in no time' Dilshad assured her.
'I know' Zoya whispered going into deep thoughts.
'Hello?' Asad held his phone against his ear with his right shoulder whilst he folded Ayaat's clothes.
'Not like that Abbu. Like this' Ayaat demonstrated as she kneeled on the floor. She smiled widely seeing him put all his effort into folding one crease. Asad's heart melted seeing her smile.
'Yes yes. I told you I'm taking the day off. I'm sorry Prasad, I can't take any interviews. Can't you do them? Oh right. Ermm, post-pone it. I'll do them tomorrow. You're coming right? Yeah you know what to do. Okay I gotta go. Boss is waiting. Bye' Asad dropped his phone onto the pile of clothes. He bit his tongue as he pinned the fold and placed them neatly beside him.
'Baby, where does this go' He held a few silver linings up at her.
'Put them back in the box Abbu' She concentrated on her folds.
'Yes boss' He smiled. He crossed his legs and watched her carefully. 'You haven't finished your pasta' He picked up the plate, 'It's cold now, I'll just warm it up' She nodded at him. He walked out of the room to find Dilshad and Zoya watching TV on the sofa.
'It's five already. Aren't you getting ready?' Asad headed for the kitchen.
'Oh is that the time. Ammi, come on. And wait Asad, wasn't Ayaat's dress meant to be here an hour ago?' Asad moved away from the micro wave,
'Oh no' He held his head. 'Who's going to remind her'
'Ammi, we need to get ready' Zoya and Dilshad walked out of the living room. He heard the doorbell ring and sighed a breath of relief.
'Ayaat?' He peeked his head inside the room,
'Yeah' She looked up,
'Baby, it's five you need to get ready'
'What?' Her eyes opened wide, 'Abbu no no, my dress hasn't come yet'
'Yeah it has. The box is on the table' He gulped.
'Really?' Her eyes glistened as she jumped up onto her feet and ran past him. She jumped up on the sofa, Asad rubbed his face seeing her feet up on the sofa. Ayaat threw her slippers off and wiped the sofa before throwing the lid off the box. She gasped loudly running her eyes over the dress.
'It's pink' Her lips quivered for a moment. She looked up at Asad. He rubbed the back of his neck,
'Abbu, it's pink. I er the theme is white and red. I was supposed to wear white' She cried. She leaned back against the sofa and closed her eyes.
'Zoyaaa!' Asad shouted loudly. 'Ammi!!!' Dilshad helped Zoya out of the room.
'What's wrong?!' They both asked, he led their eyes towards Ayaat's dress. Zoya sat down next to her,
'What is this? It's pink.' She looked at it carefully, Ayaat beta, who the hell made this?' Zoya held it in front of her. 'We don't even have enough time to buy another dress' Zoya looked at Asad who was staring at Ayaat's face.
'Yes we could. My daughter will have the prettiest dress for the show' Asad grabbed his keys.
'Yes she will' Dilshad stopped Asad, 'but you won't have to shop for it. I have the perfect outfit for her. Asad help Zoya to her room. Come on beta' Dilshad picked up a reluctant Ayaat.
'Omg daadi. Sareee?' Ayaat gasped touching the work on the white saree.
'I bought this years ago. I don't know why but I guess it was for this moment' Dilshad smiled. Now quickly change into this and I'll quickly get ready. Go' She pushed Ayaat into the bathroom.
'Daadi, my phone.'
'Leave that. Go change'
'Okay' She nodded.
'Ayaat beta. You've been in there for 15 minutes now. Is everything okaay?' Dilshad knocked on the bathroom door.
'Ermm haan. I'm coming.'
'Okay beta. I'm ready. I'm going to check on Zoya. Give me a shout if you need anything' Dilshad walked out of the room.
'No daadi wait. Daadi?' Ayaat peeked out of the bathroom. She slowly walked out of the bathroom with the saree half hanging off her. She stood in front of the dressing table. She failed to do the pleats and she couldn't tie her dori. She frowned staring at the mirror.
'Make up. Yeah. I'll do that first' She sat down, pouting.
Asad put his hand out towards her, Zoya blushed slightly. She placed her hand in his and pulled herself upwards. She was dressed in a petticoat and her blouse. Asad brushed her bottom lip to fix her red lip stick. He picked up the saree and held it front of her veiling them both. He tucked one end in her petticoat, his fingers lingered on her bare waist, teasingly touching her every time he tucked the saree. He walked around her as she held her arms out. He placed the end of the saree over her arm, Zoya picked up the middle to do the pleats, he smacked her hand away. She pouted as he slowly concentrated on the folds. Zoya watched, amused. He looked up once he was done; he tucked the pleats and grinned. He touched her belly making her tense,
'Asad!!' Zoya squealed. 'Behave' She giggled at his touches. He picked her up and placed her on the stool in front of the mirror. He kneeled on the floor beside her; he picked up her bangles and placed them on her hands one by one. He tapped them once they were all on her hands. She picked her hands and held them in front of him jingling them making Asad sigh dreamily. He picked up her earrings and jiggled them. He kissed her cheeks as he hooked them on to her ears. He played his fingers on her back,
'Have you tied them? Do you want me to-'
'No, they're tied' She eyed him smacking his hands off. He shrugged his shoulders before loosening her hair.
'No I want them up today Asad' She pouted.
'Okaay' He brought the brush for her. He stood behind her as she put her hair back into a neat bun. He touched her hair, smoothing it out every time she brushed it back. 'Asad will you please go get ready?' She pushed him.
'Yeah going' He grunted at her. He popped his head out of the bathroom,
'Do you need help with your anklets?'
'No Asad, I'm not wearing any! Change' She ordered.
'Zain, yeh kya hai beta? It's 6.05? And you've come now. When will you get ready?' Dilshad questioned as Zain walked through the door.
'Haan sorry. I'm going now' He rushed upstairs to his room.
'The suit is in my cupboard beta. Chaldi karna' Dilshad called out behind him.
Zain opened the door to find Ayaat standing with her bare back towards him. She was struggling to tie her dori squirming endlessly. She grunted loudly.
'Ahhh I give up' She cried. Zain watched amused as her saree lay hanging on the floor. She shook her head and stomped her feet. He closed the door behind him and walked towards her.
'Daadi! Help please?' She pleaded. Zain stood silently behind her as he forced his eyes to move off her back. He loosened his shirt and gulped. He bent down and picked up the end of the saree and placed it over her shoulder trying hard not to look at her bare belly. Ayaat looked up into the mirror and froze. Zain caught her eyes in the reflection and was blown away by her beauty. Her plumped red lips glistened in his eyes, her dark lined kohl eyes held his making him lose his senses. Her curled hair was taken back and put into a messy, elegant bun. Few strands of her hair lay loose on her forehead. Her eyes remained wide as his hands lingered on her chest. Her retro look had him in a trance, his throat went dry. Ayaat's hand moved upwards, Zain held her hands and placed them back beside her.
'I er'
'Shhh' He placed his finger over his lips. She lowered her gaze in the mirror. He took his shaky hands and tied her dori slowly without taking his eyes off her. He stepped back once he was done.
'You need help with anything else?' He coughed before heading towards the cupboard. She turned towards him slowly, she pointed towards the extra bit of saree that was hanging off her. He stopped himself from laughing; he came towards her and kneeled in front of her.
'Ayaat beta, are you ready?' Dilshad shouted from downstairs.
'Hurry up beta!' Zoya yelled. 'Zain? Where are you?'
'Ammi, I'm not ready' Ayaat shouted back. Zain watched her,
'I'm not ready either!' Zain replied.
'It's your fashion show' Dilshad grumbled.
'Daadi. You all go. I'll join you later' Zain suggested.
'Are you sure beta?'
'YES!'
'Acha, bring Ayaat with you. We're leaving. Hurry okaay?' Zoya pulled Asad.
'Jee aunty!'
'Come on then. We'll be late for our own show' He led her eyes to her saree. She nodded before pleating her saree whilst he held the bottom.
'I'll just change' He pointed towards the bathroom. She nodded at him quickly turning around. She touched her cheeks that were burning fire. She pinned the pallu over her shoulder and slipped into her heels. She grabbed her purse and breathed heavily. She turned around hearing the bathroom door click open. He stood dressed in his grey harem pants and white overcoat. His eyes went over Ayaat, she looked mesmerizing; almost unreal. His breathing went heavier as he stood there watching her, taking in every bit of her appearance. He held a piece of silk cloth and waved it about; what do I do with this? Ayaat smiled stepping forward towards him. She took the scarf off him and wrapped it around his neck. She fixed his collar and pinned a broach on his overcoat.
'We should go' He spoke nervously. She nodded at him.
He opened the door for the car and waited for her to come out. She stepped out of the car with a smile plastered on her face, her eyes sparkled seeing the lights and camera's flashing. They both stood side by side as they gawked at the end result. This was their first fashion show and it was grande. The past charity fashion shows were nothing compared to this one, Zain chuckled to himself, no-one ever attended the past ones however, every member of his family were present at today's event. He was happy, even though they were not here for him. He looked to his left to find the same expressions plastered on her face. She looked at him,
'Good luck' She whispered softly,
'To both of us' He completed. 'For our first show' He put his arm out to her, she hesitated for a moment. She looked at the red carpet and the flashing cameras. She wrapped her arm around his tightly and started walking inside. Asad and Ayaan walked over to her with a smile on their faces. Asad presented a bouquet to Ayaat whilst Ayaan gave the same to Zain.
'Thank you Abbu' She hugged him,
'You look absolutely beautiful today' He kissed her forehead. She smiled at him, before fixing his tie. She opened her clutch and brought out a broach identical to Zain's. She hooked it onto his jacket and breathed out. Asad and Ayaan wished them both again and ran back. Ayaat's eyes searched for her mother, she was unable to see her.
'VIP seats' Zain brought her out of her thoughts. ' They're hidden' he told her.
'Oh right okaay. Right' She said nervously.
'Let's go and see what's happening back stage' He tugged her arm. She followed him into the chaotic room. Models were running here and there with Naeem and the team scolding them. Her group of models for the competition were in one corner away from the actual collection for DZ Connect. She had left her friend Sanaya in charge.
'Omg you're here. You look stunning' Sanaya ran over to her and hugged her. She looked at a calm Zain standing beside her, 'who's this?' She spoke flirtatiously.
'Fam-' she paused making Zain look at her, 'My boss' She smiled, 'and this is Sanaya. Friend' She unknowingly stepped closer to him to indicate their closeness to Sanaya. Zain smiled at her before indicating with a nod that it was time to start the event. She clapped her hands and brought everyone's attention towards her. Zain briefed the whole team before handing things over to her. She went over the plan again before following Zain. They both stood side by side before stepping into the light. Ayaat started shaking seeing so many faces with camera's flashing here and there. This wasn't like it was before; she froze as Zain stepped forward. He held his mike up before realising Ayaat was behind him. He turned around,
'What's wrong?' He whispered.
'Asad, can she see us?' Zoya spoke nervously.
'No why? This is a VIP booth. It's hidden from the crowd' He explained.
'Umh you'll find out why' She pointed towards the stage. Asad followed her gaze,
'What's wrong?' He asked,
'Stage fright. She needs to see me in the crowd or else she will panic. She's okaay with small crowds but still she wants me in her sight. And this is big. It was never this big last year' She explained.
'Oh no. Come on let me take you' they both got up halfway only to freeze.
'Wait, she's fine' Zoya sat back down. She watched carefully as Zain held her hand and brought her forward. He whispered something to her before speaking into the mike.
'Phew. Come on baby. You can do this' He cheered. Everyone watched the eager father getting excited over his daughter's appearance on her first show.
'Go bhaji!' Innayah copied her mamu.
'Yes. Wow look at her' Hassan admired Ayaat.
'Behave' Hussain chided, 'Chachu will kill you'
'Omg is that her. She looks beautiful' Sofia gasped.
'Yes Sofia. That's her' Hassan spoke dreamily. Humeira looked over at Sofia and sighed, a lone tear escaped her eyes. Her love for others amazed her always. I guess her mother was wrong about her feeling down because of her dark complexion.
'You're with me right?'
'Always' He whispered to her. Ayaat smiled slightly looking up at the crowd confidently.
'Don't let go' He held her hand tighter.
'Ladies and gentleman. Welcome to the Fourth Annual Rose Charity Fashion Show. We here at, DZ Connect want to thank you for being here. It's you all that makes this charity event a success. Now, we have a wonderful evening planned ahead of you. I just want to thank the judges for taking out their precious time to join us here to judge the competition' Zain nodded at them.
'Now without further delay. Let's start the show. We have been joined by 5 organisations today, 5 designers representing each one. They have designed an exclusive collection just for this event. Our judges will decide on a winner who will get the highest amount donated to their represented charity and our very own designed trophy. Now there are no losers in this competition. Each organisation will get a share of the collected money from this evening. Once again, I want to thank you all for being here and contributing to make this show a success. Now ladies and gents, it is my honour to introduce the first entry; Selina Medical Care for Children represented by last year's runner up, Sophia Mallik. A huge round of applause'Ayaat clapped before being supported back inside by Zain.
'Are you okaay?' He whispered into her ears.
'Fine. Fine' She stuttered. 'Finee' She breathed out holding onto him tighter.
'Ayaat?' Naeem called from behind. She turned around quickly making Zain do the same.
'We have a teenie problem' He showed with his fingers trying not to exaggerate the situation. Ayaat shook her head at him.
'The drapes' He pointed towards the room. Ayaat ran into the room taking Zain with her not realising she was still holding onto him. He stared at her not wanting to let go of her either. She put her hand forward to fix the clothing only to realise she was holding on to him. She stared at their entwined hands and smiled slightly before letting go of his hands. He held her mike whilst she pinned the drapes in place.
'Naeem, look at this' She pointed towards the hem of the dress. 'Whoever stitched this has done a bad job. Zain, could you handle the stage. I think they're done.' He nodded before rushing out. 'Take it off!'
'Next entry, Just Giving; Helping the needy. Represented by Healey Helena. Give a huge round of applause for her collection 'Inspire'' Zain introduced the next contestant.
'Asad I can't see her. Hope she's okay' Zoya spoke worriedly.
'She's fine don't worry. She must be busy backstage' Asad watched the next collection waiting eagerly for his daughter's turn. He sat upright, feeling slightly nervous.
'Our daughter is so talented' Asad said suddenly. 'She will make a great designer. She designed some of our new collection. The team have praised her dedication and creativity' He told her. Zoya watched his eyes sparkle with pride.
'Ayaat, you ready. Bhopal Orphanage next' Zain followed her as she ran around the room wildly making last minute changes.
'Haan, ready now' She turned around and looked at him. He stepped closer to her, his fingers caressed her cheek. He fixed her loose hair and cupped her face. He looked into her eyes and nodded. She felt goose bumps all over her body, she shivered feeling his breath on her.
'I'll just go' he let go of her hand.
'Our final entry. Bhopal Orphanage represented by none other than our very own designer, Ayaat Zoya Ahmed Khan. A huge round of applause for her collection 'Whisper'' Zain looked to his side to find her looking at him with thankful eyes. He pressed his eyes at her before going back and joining her side. She directed her models as they came out one by one. Her hands found themselves over her mouth as she watched them with her designed outfits. She brushed away her tears and smiled as Zain lead her to the stage. She walked with one of her models whilst everyone clapped for her. Her parents cheered for her.
'Listen you go. Wait in the car. I'll be right back' She told him before entering the venue. She pulled the veil over her and sat at the back. She watched as the models did the catwalk. Her hands froze watching the designer step out with the help of another young male. She dropped the drink she was holding, she got up halfway and gawked at the woman on stage.
'Zoya' She whispered. 'So alive...' She looked around her furiously to see if she could find any familiar faces but to her dismay there was no-one there that she could recognise. 'How is this possible? How did they get back together?' She held her head frustrated. 'I ruined her' She gritted her teeth. She sat back down and clutched the chair.
'And this was a sneak peak of our exclusive collection for Spring/Summer. Round of applause for our DZ Connect designs team. Supported by Ayaat Khan. Well done guys' Naeem introduced the team.
'And Naeem. Head of designs team ofcourse. Without his guidance, we would be lost' Ayaat laughed. Naeem side hugged her whilst Zain joined his side.
'Can I call Felicia Deen on stage? If I'm not mistaken, they have come to a decision' Zain put his hand out to her help her climb onto the stage.
'We have joint winners this year. Everyone has done a wonderful job. A pat on the back' Felicia laughed. 'But the winning collections; Inspire and Whisper we were most impressed by. Healey and Ayaat' Ayaat squealed hugging Healey. Zain cheered for her, whistling on stage like a fan.
'Ayaat?' Tanveer whispered. 'But... Lookalike?' She went into deep thoughts. 'But no it's not possible...'
'I know what you did. I risked my job for you' The nurse threatened Tanveer. 'I need that money. Now. I'm leaving. If anyone finds out, I won't ever be able to practice.'
'How dare you threaten me?' Tanveer yelled frustrated. She held her head, her plan had failed. And now this problem.
'How much do you want?' She breathed out.
'10,000 more'
'WHAT? Are you crazy? Where am I supposed to find that sort of money?' She leaned against the window.
'Zeenat where are you?' Helena asked excitedly, 'Jaldi ao, mubarak ho. Zoya ko beta hua hai. Yes a healthy boy. Tell Anwar. Jaldi ao please. He is absolutely beautiful just like Zoya. Come quickly now' She put the phone down taking the baby from the nurse. 'Hello baba, your mother has been yearning to see you' She walked back into the room, which was filled with shrieks. Zoya squirmed on the bed, yelling in pain. She looked to her side to see her Ahsaan being held by Helena. Tears strolled down the side of her face seeing his petite face staring back at her. She closed her eyes in pain, Helena walked back outside.
'Zeenat finally, you need to go inside she needs you. Anwar here you go. Zoya's boy' Anwar held the baby as tears escaped his eyes.
'Ahsaan. That's what she wanted to call you. You're going to take away her loneliness my bacha.' He kissed the baby.
'Sir I must take him into examination' the nurse took the baby off him. He sat down on the steel benches, feeling light headed after his long journey.
The nurse did some tests on the baby and placed him into the basket.
'Check his weight again and his pulse every 10 minutes' She ordered another nurse.
Tanveer smiled wickedly at her destiny. She held the blinds and laughed out loud. She turned towards the frightened nurse.
'You want your money? You'll get it. But for that you'll have to do me one more favour' The nurse's eyes widened hearing her plans.
'I can't do this again. No no' The nurse cried.
'Do you want your money or what? If you want to remain practising, or worse, if you don't want to be behind bars I suggest you do what I say' She warned. The nurse gulped walking out of the room. She entered the baby ward.
'Ddd- do you want me to do the tests? You haven't had your break yet have you?' She stuttered nervously.
'Aw will you Chahat? I'm so tired. Here's no.534, Zoya Khan's baby. She hasn't delivered her second child yet. She's still having pains. Think there will be a delay. Could you monitor his pulse every 10 minutes?' The nurse asked sweetly.
'Yyy-yeahh sure' Chahat nodded. She clutched the side of her dress and pressed her lips shut. Her eyes blurred making her lips quiver.
'Hai Matharani, mujhe maaf kardena. Yeh akhri baar. Last time, I will never do anything like this. If I don't do this, she will not leave me' She wiped her tears, she stopped halfway. 'I will not tell her about his twin. What if she wants to harm the other one as well? No no. I will never let that happen' She ran out of the room with the baby and met Tanveer outside.
'Leave. Go. Before someone finds out' Chahat pushed Tanveer away. She held her hands above her 'Mujhe maaf kardena. This is the second child I have given her. Please forgive me matharani' She prayed rushing back inside.
'Hey Meethi. I went to get some equipment. Where's the baby?' Chahat faked a cry,
'What do you mean? I left the baby here with you' Meethi panicked. 'Camera's, we need to check the camera's' She suggested.
'Have you forgotten? They've not been fixed yet' Chahat told her wiping her forehead. She was sweating profusely.
'Omg! We're finished. What are we going to do now?' Meethi searched crazily around the ward.
'Zoya had only one baby right?' Tanveer asked herself. 'I came back 5 years ago. But Asad and Zoya. How is this even possible?' She ran out of the venue. She met her son outside, waiting near the car talking to another young boy.
'Come on let's go!' She pulled him.
'Mama, I can't! I've got some work to do. Listen here, you take the keys. I'll see you at home' He handed the keys.
She pulled him to the side,
'Whatever happens, you do not use your real name. You understand?' She warned him. He rolled his eyes bored of her repetitive warnings. 'Do you understand?' She repeated.
'Yess!' He asnwered impatiently. 'You go. I'll be fine' He closed the car door shut and watched her drive away. He raised his eyebrow; what happened? He looked towards the venue. He hid seeing Asad Ahmed Khan exit from the venue. He watched as he made a call and headed back inside.
'Congratulations beta. I knew you would make us all proud!' Dilshad kissed her forehead. She put her arms out towards Zain who joined them both in a hug. 'Both of you have done a wonderful job!! We are all very very very proud of you' She kissed Zain.
'Too right we are' Zoya grinned. 'Seriously, both of your hard work has paid off!'
'It's a success!!' Ayaan hi-fived them both.
'Bhaji' Sofia hugged Ayaat taking her by surprise. 'We haven't met yet' She smiled.
'That's my crazy daughter' introduced Ayaan.
'It's so nice to meet you finally. I'm Ayaat. You are absolutely beautiful, you know that?' Ayaat held Sofia's hand.
'Not as beautiful as you' Hassan sighed holding a white and red rose. Asad coughed pushing past the crowd. 'This is for you' He quickly passed her the white rose and the red one he gave to Zain who laughed at his antics. Hussain hugged Ayaat, whilst Zain passed the red rose to Zoya. She asked him to pin it in her bun. He did whilst Asad watched from the corner of his eyes. He picked Ayaat up and swung her around.
'I'm so happy! My baby won!' He cheered as everyone laughed and clapped. He put her down and took her away from everyone.
'I have a gift for you' He whispered,
'What is it?' She clapped excitedly.
'It's at home' He put his finger up. She frowned.
'I have to go meet the team now. I'll go straight home from here. Really tired' He nodded placing a kiss on her head. They both turned towards the family.
'Abbu, have you congratulated Zain? If it wasn't for him, this show wouldn't be such a success' She looked up at him.
'I er I er' He tried walking away. She linked her arm with his and dragged him towards everyone.
'Zain' She called out, he turned around and froze. 'Come on Abbu' She nudged him. He smiled awkwardly at her. He watched her eyes sparkle back at him. He looked towards Zoya helplessly not wanting to upset Ayaat. She nodded her head asking for the same. Ayaat looked at Zain,
'I know you can't stand me Zain. We may not get on. Our relationship is raw but I cannot ignore the relationship you share with Abbu. This one is for family. 18 year relationship is too dear to stay bitter. I promise I'll fix this. I don't know if I'm the reason for this problem, but I assure you I'll remove it. This special person once told me, if someone is running towards you; you should open your arms and accept him. I see it in your eyes, you are not what you show us you are' Ayaat smiled to herself. 'I'm sorry I came into your life Zain, I really am sorry' She nudged Asad.
'Congratulations' Asad put his hand out, Zain shook it. They both faked a smile towards Ayaat. 'Well done...' He took his hand back.
'Shall we go back inside?' Zain asked Ayaat. She nodded as she followed behind waving goodbye to everyone.
'What was that?' He asked her pulling her to a corner. Her back hit the wall, she winced looking up at him.
'You're hurting me' Ayaat cried twisting her hand in his hold. He let go of her hand which fell by her side instantly. She looked at him with teary eyes.
'What are you doing Ayaat?' He asked her hitting the wall. She looked at his hand, she grabbed it instantly.
'Would you stop hurting yourself?' She scolded.
'Why do you care?' He asked her suddenly.
'I don't. I'm the reason for your life going downhill. I should just stay away' She stepped forward, his hand caged her.
'Is that why you're avoiding me?' He asked softly, she remained quiet. 'Answer me dammmittt!' He punched the wall. 'See it's this. Your silence that's driving me crazy' he closed his eyes, not being able to stop staring at her lips. He breathed heavily on her; he felt her heartbeat rising as her body shivered under him. He opened his eyes slowly, he brought his head forward. He slid his hand down her arms and held her hand behind her pushing her forward, tilting her head back. His eyes ran over her lips as raw passion spread over his soul. His feelings ran over each other, her presence, close proximity was driving him insane. He brought his lips closer to hers, bit by bit. Ayaat froze, closing her eyes not knowing what she was doing. His eyes watched her. His lips brushed hers momentarily before her eyes shot open. She pushed him away. He stumbled back a few steps before staring at her with wide eyes. He watched as her hands went over her quivering lips, her burrows creased before she ran out of the door. She stood outside the venue; a cool breeze touched her skin before rain poured over her drenching every bit of her clothes making it stick against her.
'Oh ho khooburat' A young male appeared before her, he whistled at her before walking around her. She stepped forward only for him to grab her hand. She struggled momentarily when another hand held the strangers arm and threw it off.
'Let her go' she heard him say. She ran forward as fast as she could before falling onto the ground. She closed her eyes as her breathing went short and uneven making her gasp for air. The rain dribbled over her lips, droplets played on her face before creating a puddle below her. She felt something over her, she shrugged her shoulders to find Zain's firm grip over the coat he had put on her. He picked her up and placed her inside the car, she shivered inside the car. He watched her, confirming his feelings for her. He didn't know what they were but they were definitely for her. He didn't want her out of his sight for even a moment, he feels like only he can give her pain and take it away. Only he had the right over her. What kind of possession was this? He stepped outside of his car and walked around. He watched her through the glass, his hands stopped mid- air. He opened the door for her; she stepped outside and walked around him. He watched her go inside and close the door without glancing at him. He got back inside the car and whacked his head against the steering wheel.
'Daadi, help me. Why is she driving me insane? Why can't I bear her silence towards me? Should I have these feelings for her? He hates me daadi. He'll hate me even more...' He whispered to himself.
