Realm of Love [Short Love Stories]

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𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓘𝓼 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾
𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓣𝓸 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮.

Asfandyaar

I never thought that someone could just be so hopeful, beautiful and peaceful just by sleeping. The blood was seeped through the syringe from Zubab's arm. She was sleeping. The room fell in the arms of solemned peace. I stood behind the doctor who was checking Zubab.

"She has been vomiting, feeling nauseous every time she tries to eat something, headaches and fatigue are common too."

I say. The doctor focuses on the heart rate as she pressed the stethoscope on her chest. She was still asleep as the dosage was high for sleep to avoid headache.

"She does have a fever but maybe because the weather is gloomy these days but let's get her blood checked. I will write down a few medicines for her. She'll be fine, I am sure."

The doctor passes the paper to me and walks out of the room. "Maybe she's pregnant." The doctor says. I smiled. I cannot force my wishes upon her but somewhere I wanted to be a father. Zubab and I have never really conversed about our future and family. So I am not sure what she would want.

I walk the doctor out of the villa. Moosa enters in his black Audi with his driver. The driver comes out of the car and opens his door quickly. He glares at him. "Is the word 'idiot' written on my forehead that you keep opening the door even after I decline?"

I laughed, noticing his actions. A card in his hand. To focus carefully, it was his performance card.

"But it's clearly written that you are an idiot in that performance card." I taunt him. Though he is my stepbrother, there's something about him. I feel more comfortable with him than Dad.

"Bhai!" He yells coming in. Whining like a baby, he sticks to my side. Irritation running through his veins and face is almost completely showing it. I am sure it's about his results.

"Don't tell me you failed language again?" I questioned as we walked inside and sat on the couch in the living room.

"I was not in the mood to study and not like this is the finals. It's just a unit test. And also from our childhood, we have not rightly reached one language. It's Hindi sometimes, Urdu sometimes, English sometimes and many others. So of course it's hard to crack language. If I know english better in speaking then I don't in writing and same goes for Hindi. It sucks my life. People should start thinking like me. I am the coolest!"

I smirked. I knew exactly where to kick his mindset but sometimes he is right. "That's focusing, Moosa. Once you start doing it appropriately. It gets perfect."

"Whatever. I don't want to focus" He sips the fruit juice on the table.

"When is the PTA?"

Moosa choked on his juice as soon as he heard me. Asfandyaar wiggled his eyebrows, noticing his actions. "Within an hour."