Zaryab had been working nonstop since learning he wasn't divorced. He grew increasingly anxious, waiting for his visa to visit Mehmal and sort out the mess he'd created.
Zaryab was working when he received a call from an unknown number. He picked it up, despite being busy with two meetings.
"Sir, thank God you answered. Your house is ready," the caller said, distracting Zaryab. He glanced at the caller ID.
"Sorry, you must have dialed the wrong number. I'm not building a house," he replied.
"No, sir. You gave me this number. Remember when your wife couldn't find a house? She liked the model, and you ordered it," the caller explained. Zaryab suddenly remembered ordering the house for Mehmal. Excitement surged through him.
"Is the house ready?" he asked.
"Yes, when will you come?" the caller replied.
"I'm coming to pick it up," Zaryab said, and despite his busy schedule, he left to receive the house for Mehmal.
At the shop, he saw the house, tears glistening in his eyes. "Is madam okay now?" the shopkeeper asked, making Zaryab frown.
"She fainted the day I showed her the house. She started crying and then fainted," the shopkeeper said while packing the house. Zaryab froze, remembering how Sana and Mehmal had been shopping when she lost the baby.
She fainted because the house brought back all those painful memories. He felt a wave of guilt. This is all your fault, Zaryab. You destroyed her home, her hopes, everything.
"Sir, how is madam?" the shopkeeper asked again, handing over the house and taking the payment.
"She is... fine," Zaryab replied, bringing the house back to his office and placing it on the table in front of him.
Mehmal might remember that house and all the memories attached to it. Devastated, she couldn't control herself. Our baby. Our little bundle of joy.
Zaryab closed his eyes, regret washing over him as he leaned back in his seat.
"What is this, Zaryab?" Anaya burst in, yelling in anger.
Zaryab didn't appreciate her intrusion. He glanced back, noticing his staff looking on from their seats. Anaya realized this and closed the door. He sat in his seat, trying to control his anger.
"What is this behavior, Anaya? We're in the office. Hasn't our affair created enough buzz already?" he said in a harsh tone, feeling insulted by her entrance.
"Now you're blaming me for causing a scene?" she retorted. He remained silent, not wanting to escalate the situation.
"Don't I have a right to know that you're leaving for England for your diploma course?" she demanded, leaning over his desk. Zaryab looked up, weary.
"So what, Anaya, if I didn't tell you?" he said. She straightened up.
"What happened to you, Zaryab? Why are you behaving this way? Are you punishing me for your divorce?" she asked, closing his laptop.
"You're exaggerating, and I'm not punishing you. I'm punishing myself. Sorry if I hurt you," he said softly.
"Zaryab, we can solve this. Let's go together and give each other time," Anaya suggested.
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Mehmal
Romance"I'm taking another wife." Mehmal's heart shattere. Zaryab insisted that he still loved her and that he would treat them both equally. However, Mehmal was adamant: "I don't want this," she replied. Zaryab, holding both of her hands, insisted that h...
