Nayab, a brilliant and meticulous MBBS student, possesses a mind built for calculations and precision. Her dreams are set on excelling in her medical career, leaving no room for frivolities or romantic distractions. Meanwhile, Danish, a vivacious an...
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After it was decided that Danish and Yahya would be shifting to Mumbai, the work for it was started right away.
Danish started with the official work that needed to be done. In London, the only person whom he trusted the most and was responsible enough to manage the entire office was Catherine. Her maternity leave was over, and he welcomed her back in the office with the offer of becoming the head of the London office. She was taken aback first, then she got sad that he was leaving and finally excited about her new role.
The second step was to find the perfect location for the head office in Mumbai. Coincidentally, the groom of one of the weddings he organized there was a real estate agent. He got in touch with him. He checked out many properties through skype calls and pictures before finally settling on one. An interior designer was hired next to design the office space.
But the office was not the only place that the designer was working on. The Vaziri Mansion needed a renovation as well. And Danish had entrusted Nayab with that responsibility.
"But how can I do this?" Nayab had asked as she spoke to Danish on video call. "It is your home."
"Nayab, there needs to be someone to overlook the work happening in the home. And I only trust you with that." He made her understand. "And moreover, it will become your home eventually. So might as well just design it according to your liking."
She turned beetroot. "What do you mean?" She shyly asked.
He rolled his eyes. "You know we're gonna get married."
The only request Danish made was to not change anything about the master bedroom. He wanted to make his parents' room his room, and he liked it just the way her mother set it.
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It had been three months since Danish had left for London. Nayab missed him terribly, but the hospital shifts and the bungalow's renovations had kept her busy.
In the past months, she had also spoken to Danish's family a couple of times. In fact, Sumaya and Gulshan had been in touch as well. Both the families were well aware that their children wanted to marry each other in the future. Haider, however, was still not very fond of Danish. But the fact that he was moving continents to be close to his daughter did melt his heart slightly.
One fine Sunday, Danish woke up and got dressed to leave the house after breakfast. It took him fifteen minutes to reach his destination. He parked his car and stepped outside, but before he could get inside the building, Nayab video called him.
He contemplated receiving the call. If he didn't pick it up, she'd call again in a while. And he really wanted a couple of hours of privacy to do what he was here to do. So adjusting the camera angle in a way that shows nothing but his face, he received the call.
"Hey," She smiled.
"Hi," He replied, "What's up?"
"Just got free from the hospital. I'm going straight to the mansion. It is the last day of renovation." She informed him.
He nodded. "I've transferred the last installment that needs to be paid to them."
"Where are you?" She asked.
He shifted the phone closer to his face to hide the surroundings. "Oh, I was just out, running some errands."
"Like what?"
"Chachi needed some groceries." He lied. "And I had to meet a client."
"Don't work on Sunday." She worriedly said.
"Just a few hours." He promised. "I'll call you after I reach home."
She nodded and he hung up just after that. She found his behavior weird, but didn't ponder over it too much.
She drove to the mansion, checked the entire place, making sure everything was perfect. She made the final payment to them.
She then clicked a picture of the living room and sent it to Danish with a text that said, 'The home is all ready for you. Come soon, I miss you.'
After meeting Raghu and Sita, she came back to her apartment. She took a quick shower and heated some leftover pizza. Picking up her phone, she frowned seeing no reply from Danish. Generally, he didn't take more than a couple of minutes to reply. No matter how busy he would be, he always managed to take time out for her.
She decided to call him, but again to her surprise, he cut it. This was not normal.
To distract herself from worrying about why he was ignoring her, she brought out her suitcase and started packing. She was going to Delhi three days later. It had been a long time since she had seen her family, and it was also Simran's baby shower. She had entered her ninth month and was ready to deliver the baby in two weeks.
After an hour of packing, she checked her phone again. Still no reply. She called him again. This time he picked up.
"What?" He snapped.
She was taken aback at his rude tone. He never talked to her in that manner. "Danish? Where are you?"
She heard him groan. "I am busy."
"Busy doing what?" She was getting angry.
"God, do I need to give you an update about everything I do?" He frustratedly asked, "I told you I had a meeting and will call you after I reach home. Then why call me repeatedly?"
"What is wrong with you? I was worried for you." She shouted.
"I am not a baby." He said, "And I will call you when I get home."
"No need. And I won't call you and disturb you either." She said angrily.
"Fine." He said.
"Fine." She repeated.
"Dan," A female voice reached Nayab's ears through the speaker. Someone was speaking in the background. "Isn't this perfect?" It was a British accent.
Before Nayab could enquire about her, Danish abruptly hung up the call, leaving her with unanswered questions lingering in her mind.
