Vasl-e-Yaar

9

Warning: No translations again. They're the hardest part of the chapter 🙄😖

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"Wajeeh beta..." A voice reached his ears and he frantically switched off his phone so no one would notice.

Wajeeh looked at the source of voice and smiled a a little in respect as he saw Murtuza and Zaara's father walking towards him.

"Jee uncle?" Wajeeh replied politely.

"Tumhe pata hai kya Murtuza kaha hai? Maine har jagah dekh liya par vo kahi nahi mila mujhe. Aur uska phone bhi nahi lag raha hai." Dawal asked.

Wajeeh knew where Murtuza was but he didn't feel right to disturb him because he knew the talk was important for both Laraib and Murtuza.
"Uncle vo yahi kahi hoga. Aapko kuch kaam hai tou mujhe bata dijiye. Mai kar dunga." Wajeeh politely replied.

"Kaam tou tha." Dawal sighed.

"Boliye na uncle. Mujhe apna beta samajhte hai aur fir bhi bata nahi rahe?" Wajeeh smiled a little.

"Accha bata deta hu. Tumhe pata hi hai ki Zaara hamare saath nahi aayi thi vo isliye kyuki vo abhi office se waapis aayi hai aur maine usko idhar aane ke liye bola hai jald se jald. Murtuza ko bhejna chahta tha ki vo use le aaye par vo tou dikh nahi raha kahi. Agar koi problem na ho tou kya tum use jakar le aaoge?" Dawal spoke with a small smile.

"Mai chala jaata but cars keys Murtuza ke paas hai. Bas highway se 5 minute ki drive hai." He continued nodding a little.

Wajeeh stilled a little hearing Zaara's name.
Won't it be weird if he goes to pick her up?
What will she think?
Yesterday only he behaved so rudely with her and now he had to pick her up.

"Jee uncle. Zarur le aaunga. Aap fikar na karein." Wajeeh nodded.
He didn't have the heart to deny him.
He could keep aside everything for once.

"Shukriya beta. Jaise tum pahucho, mujhe call kar dena. Mai bahar aa jaunga." Dawal replied.

"Jee."
Wajeeh agreed.

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Wajeeh was silently walking up on the stairs of Khan mansion.
Murtuza's cousin's wife Sara had opened the door who had a little boy in her hands.

He had asked her to call Zaara but the little boy kept on crying.
He neither let Sara walk upstairs nor he was ready to leave her alone.

Wajeeh had no other option to go himself.
And now he felt like he had taken the wrong decision seeing how nervous he felt unnecessarily.

He carefully opened the brown door of her bedroom, not before knocking and then stepped in.
Before he could speak anything or even look up, he heard an angelic voice.

"Bhai aap jaldi aa gaye. I am not even ready. Chaliye ab aa hi gaye hai tou please open the strap of my sandals. It's stuck." Zaara said.

Wajeeh saw her standing in front of her vanity, still doing her makeup not realizing who she had in her room.
It wasn't Murtuza. It was Wajeeh who she failed to notice.

Wajeeh opened his mouth but couldn't just say anything.
He gulped down and his eyes moved to the pair of heels on the floor beside the bed.

Shrugging a little, he picked them up carefully and corrected the straps now that they weren't stuck anymore.

"Bhai zara ye...." Zaara's words trailed off and her mouth was hanging open as her eyes took in the tall man standing in her bedroom who definitely wasn't her brother.