Love Means Sacrifice

Ch. 47: NYE

Mehwish's P.O.V.

I freshened up and changed in to casual clothes before buying breakfast and some painkillers for Zahid.

I wonder how much he remembers, if anything at all. Would it be awkward? Were Amal and Farhan still with him?

I braced myself and knocked on his door. Zahid opened it, his hair dripping with water.

"Hi, I, uh, got you breakfast."

"Hey. Thank you. Come in."

I nodded before walking in and setting the bag of food down on the table.

"You really shouldn't have, Mehwish."

"It's fine. I figured you probably have a headache, so you need to eat something before taking some medicine."

It reminded me of how he fed me his lunch that day when I was almost passing out from my migraine and the heat at the office.

I began making plates for the both of us, "I looked up foods to eat that help with hangovers, so I picked up some fruit and eggs. I also got some croissants and toast. How are you feeling by the way?"

"Thank you so much. I'm feeling a lot better after showering." He answered as he dried his hair with a towel before sitting down in the armchair next to me.

"I'm happy to hear that... Where's Farhan and Amal? I got enough for the four of us."

"They went to their rooms to freshen up. I called them before I went to shower because they wanted to make breakfast plans, but none of them answered. I'm sure they passed out from jetlag." He chuckled.

I smiled, "What are they doing here?"

"Amal's dad surprised her with tickets."

I nodded.

How come Farhan came though? I refrained from asking.

"We were thinking of meeting up and touring a bit before dinner then regrouping after we eat since our dinner is with the magazine company. Is that okay?"

"Of course."

We continued eating silently until I began slowly, "Zahid?"

"Hm?"

"You should have dinner with Amal. Farhan and I can go elsewh-"

"No." He responded quickly before clearing his throat quietly, "No, uh, I mean, they're specifically expecting us. So, she can't. She can't replace you."

I nodded.

Once we finished, I put our plates in the bag and gave him the medicine tablet, "You should take a nap. Hopefully you will feel fine by tonight."

He took the pills with water.

"Thanks again, Mehwish." He said as he walked me to the door.

"Don't mention it."

I returned to my room and laid down, thinking about last night. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until there was a knock on the door. I quickly checked the time on my phone before answering the door, 6:00 PM.

It was a dress delivery from the magazine company. It was full-sleeve, off-white, and had rose gold sequin patterns.

Right after the delivery man left, Zahid called to let me know that we'd be meeting in an hour or so.

I slid on the dress, put on champagne metallic heels, did my makeup, and styled my hair into beach waves.

There was a knock on the door as I grabbed my coat.