I Hate That I Loved You!

59- Grandpa Bennetti

In Central Ford City:

Zain was covered in sweat. His breathing haggard. He was running on the track in the garden of the residential area wearing his sportswear. It was a big and secure residential area with only five mansions at a distance of approx 4 miles each. There was no issue of privacy and security at all. He preferred running out in open rather than running on a treadmill. This was his routine.

While running on the track. He saw a couple working out and running on the opposite track. His legs halted suddenly.

A girl was having long jet black hair tied in a ponytail.

Her pale skin was flushed red. She was tired and running lethargically. The guy was motivating her to run faster.

When she shrugged and continued her slow jogging, He held her hand and lower his speed to his match hers.

After a while, when she was extremely tired. The guy bent down carried the girl and started jogging towards their mansion.

Zains's mind drifted towards memories of the past when he and Rizi used to run together, and he used to push her the same way.

"Zain, I am tired!"

"We are just about to reach. We are there. Just a few steps more."

"You are a liar. It's not a few steps. See mansion is so far." Rizi pouted pointing towards the direction of his mansion

At last, he used to carry her and jog as if she weighted nothing.

This was not something new. For the past 3 years, his mind was playing the reels of the old times frequently. He did not want to think about his enemy's daughter. He did all that revenge.

Those days and times meant nothing. It was all part of his plan.  Then why her face, smile, actions everything was so deeply carved in his memories that he was not able to sleep peacefully without sleeping pills at night?

He felt frustrated. He rubbed his hand in his hair and shook his head.

The irony was the more he tried to forget those memories the more it flashes back.

A sudden tap on the shoulder broke him out of his trance. Francesco was also in his gym wear and covered in a sweat due to running.

"Buongiorno" he greeted him.

Zain nodded at him "Buongiorno."

"Done or wanna run more?" Francesco asked.

"No. I am done. Let's go." Zain responded.

Both of them started jogging towards the mansion.

As soon as both entered, the housekeeper handed then face towels and spoke in a respected manner.

"Signore, Ms. Cruz is here to meet you."

Zain stopped while wiping sweat off his face. He was surprised at why Susanna was here so early in the morning.

"Ok. Tell her to wait in the living room."

Housekeeper nodded and left.

"Why is she here so early morning?" Zain questioned suddenly.

"How would I know? She is your fiancée, not mine." Francesco shrugged and walked towards his room.

Zain sighed.

He walked towards his bedroom, showered, and got ready for the office.

He came downstairs and saw Susanna leisurely having coffee sitting on the couch.