Wishpered Promises Of LoVE

They both are siblings

At the Tyler mansion,
   Azel pressed the bell waiting impatiently for someone to open the door. This short time span also seemed so prolonged today. She was continuously tapping her foot on the marbled floor…anxiety, worry, fear…was all she felt. She didn't know what had happened after Rehan left his office…whether he could meet her Dad or not. If Rehan was successful in meeting him then how did that meeting go? Though Azel knew very well, if somehow Rehan could even manage to meet with her Daddy..that meeting would never be pleasant enough.
 
But for even a single moment these thoughts didn't cross her mind. Because at this moment, she didn't care about any of those but him. Right now she just wanted to see him…she wanted to soothe him, hug him tightly to her chest. No one knew from which storm she was passing through,"Please GOD…he should not take any step in anger. Please…he should be safe,"she was mumbling the prayers like a mantra.
 
The door opening sound tore apart her thoughts…a maid almost the same age as her greeted her,"Good evening, ma'am." But Azel only asked the thing she wanted to know badly for so long,"When did he come back?" Call her rude…but she didn't want anything or anyone except for her Re. "That…I don't know, ma'am,"the maid paused before continuing,"When you had called me earlier, Sir was still not here. But after an hour or so, when I came to the hall to light up the house…the main door was open. I got so scared thinking about some intruder…hence I and Linda aunty *(the head maid)* along with other servants started checking the whole house. And that's when I saw that the bedroom door of Rehan sir's was locked. I knocked on the door several times but neither got any response nor the door was opened. When I asked Sullivan uncle *(the watchman)* about sir…only then he informed me about sir's arrival,"the maid narrated the long story as short as she could.
 
"Get me the spare keys of his bedroom door,"Azel said, removing her heels, before she could proceed towards the stairs the maid interrupted her,"Wait ma'am, you are barefoot..let me bring your slippers." Azel shook her head in denial,"Just the keys, Rina…please be quick,"with that Azel almost ran upstairs.
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Inside the hotel room suite,
  Fayza was sitting on the sofa…she was waiting for Abid to come. Picking up her phone she dialed his number…within just two rings he picked up the call,"Where the heck are you, Abid? Hope you didn't forget how much I hate waiting,"she hissed at him. Her patience was running out with every passing moment.
  
"Ma'am, I'm sorry for being late. I'm just about to reach there in a few minutes. Please ma'am just give me some time,"Abid requested earnestly. Fayza sighed, not wanting to scold the poor man anymore,"Fine, come quickly…I'm waiting,"saying that she cut the call.
  
Her thoughts again started wandering around everything that had been happening lately. She didn't know why…but the condition in which she saw Rehan today, it made her think twice upon her deeds. Unknowingly she was feeling guilty…very guilty. "Why am I feeling like this? I have not done anything wrong. Yet why does it feel so inappropriate?"She mumbled…the anxiety, the guilt…were seeping through her mind.
  
She closed her eyelids leaning her head on the headrest of the couch…as the memories of that day washed over her.
   **Flashback after two days when Fayza had sneakily heard Diaan and Azel talking. And she misunderstood the whole situation.**
  
With the help of a nurse, Fayza got ready. She wanted to leave the hospital as soon as she could. Staying here and looking at Diaan's face was only suffocating her more and more. She was feeling disgusted to face that man…even for once.
 
She stood up from the bed with the help of the crutch…her right leg was still recovering. And it was a little difficult for her to walk without any support. As she was about to proceed towards the door, it suddenly opened with a jerk. A horrified looking Diaan was standing at the doorstep. His hair was disheveled clearly indicating he must have raked his fingers on his hair for uncountable times.
  
"Sister, you may leave now. I would like to talk with her in private,"Diaan said to the nurse politely…making Fayza to look at him with a scrutinizing gaze. As the nurse went out, Diaan closed the door,"Why are you closing the door? What is there to talk that you want privacy for that?"She spatted furiously.
  
"I just closed the door…didn't lock it. And the matter of privacy was needed because I had something very important to tell you,"Diaan said taking a deep breath..as he came a step forward. But immediately Fayza took a step backwards. "Fay..Fayza, relax. I'm not going to hurt you,"Diaan tried to assure her…he didn't take another step ahead scared of her such reactions.
 
  "As if you could even if you wanted to,"her tone was taunting…he was a bit baffled at her sudden changed behavior. It was not as if they were too friendly or something. But during her stay in the hospital he always tried his best to make her comfortable around him…and she seemed comfortable with him as well. At least that was what he had thought earlier. But since last two days, she had been ignoring him like a plague.
  
She would not talk with him..she would not answer him…neither she let him do her check up. And for some reason he was missing the tiny amount of time they had spent together…as in they made their happy memories together where she would laugh wholeheartedly at his most silly joke. Where she would tease him with anything and everything…and let him do the same with her. In the evening he would take her out for a walk in the hospital garden…he would try to divert her attention when he would do his check up on her because she always had this fear that he would inject her at that time even without any reason. Every evening when he would go home to take some rest she would request him with her puppy eyes to get a shawarma for her. *(Shawarma is a popular Middle Eastern dish consisting of meat cut into thin slices, stacked in an inverted cone, and roasted on a slowly turning vertical rotisserie or spit. It is a popular street food in Oman…which nowadays are equally popular in the UK as well)* As he strictly forbade her from eating the outside food brought by others…hence she could not help but express her wish to have her favorite food to him only. And how would he not fulfill it when she would ask him that cutely? To say, they became very good friends although none of them forwarded a hand to the other person to officially get befriended.
  
But suddenly everything changed…as if in a blink of an eye. And Diaan could not find any reason for her such behavior. "Fayza, why would I want something like that?"Diaan asked helplessly…why was she acting like this? "How would I know that? I don't even know you. And stop calling me by my first name…we are not that close. It's only Ms. Firdaus for you,"she snapped…making him to look at her in disbelief. What was she even saying? After all these days…how could she say that she didn't even know him…not that much that she could tell whether he was a good person or not.
  
"I…I thought we were friends,"he said…his voice came out as a mere wishper. "Did I ever say that? How did you even think that I would befriend someone like you?"Each word that escaped Fayza's lips were enough to pierce his heart. "Someone like me? Am I that bad?"Diaan could not help but ask…he was feeling like a fool right now. "That you should know better about yourself. How could I believe that you are not behind me just for my wealth?" Diaan's eyes grew wide..so this was what she used to think of him. "After all, I'm the princess of Oman…and…."
 
"That's enough, Ms. Firdaus. If that is what you think about me…then it will be better that we never meet in the future ever again. After all,‌ an ordinary man like me is not worthy to be the friend of a Princess,"this time Diaan's tone was harsh…no trace of any emotions in it.  Fayza wanted to say something sarcastic once again when Diaan beat her to it,"As you didn't recover fully…so I would suggest you to come for a check up after a few days. But it's totally up to you to come or not…after all, you are leaving from here on your own decision. Here I or the hospital authority has no say in it. And don't worry, I will refer your case to Dr. Niya Stephan or you can choose your doctor according to your preference then you would not have to deal with someone like me,"saying Diaan kept the packet of Shawarma on the table and took out a paper from beneath it.