Love Means Sacrifice

Ch. 62: Apologies

Javed's P.O.V.

It pained me deeply to know how much I hurt Malaika. I was foolish at the time. She was innocent and true to our relationship and feelings. I was the one not ready for any of it.

I want to make things right between her and I. I want to her to be able to see me as a friend, someone who would be there for her like she was for me.

After dropping her home that day, we would continue meeting here and there, but the guilt never left me and it wouldn't until I addressed it.

I grabbed my phone and asked Malaika if she was free.

Mehwish's P.O.V.

Before I knew it, the end of the semester was drawing to a close.

"Zahiiiid! I don't want to study anymore," I whined.

We were sitting on the floor of his bedroom. I was on his lap, holding the textbook I needed to study for an exam.

"Babe, you're at the finish line. Your finals are around the corner. You got this," he kissed my nose before brushing my hair behind my shoulders with his fingers.

I gave him puppy eyes.

He pecked my lips, "I know you're tired, my love, but let's just make notes for one more chapter."

"Mr. Handsome Arrogant," I sighed quietly.

"Your Mr. Handsome Arrogant," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around my stomach.

I playfully gave him the side-eye.

Once we finished, we switched spots. He was laying down with his head in my lap, looking up at my eyes. I traced different features of his face as we spoke.

"Abba's going to London in a couple of weeks."

"For what?"

"To check out the office spaces we had narrowed down on."

"I'm excited to see which office he chooses."

"... You know, he was speaking to me about your idea."

"Of training someone here to send to the office there?"

"Yes. He was suggesting that I could manage the London office for a while."

My hand froze in the middle of running my fingers through his hair, "You're going to move to London?"

"That is what he was saying."

I moved my hand away slowly. My heart began racing just at the thought of being separated from him like that.

"And what did you say?" I asked in a small voice.

He raised his hand to the back of my head, pulling my face down to kiss me.

I broke the kiss after a couple of seconds. I tried blinking back tears, "Zahid?"

He held my cheek, "I told him I would think about it if you wanted to move to London after we get married."

I exhaled a breath of relief.

"Did you think I would leave you, jaan?" he stroked my cheekbone with his thumb while looking at me with concern in his eyes.

I kissed the inside of his hand and shook my head.

I held his head as I moved my legs away from under it. I laid down next to him with my head on his shoulder.

"I quite liked the London house. Would we be living there?" I curled an arm around him while looking up at the ceiling, envisioning our future together.