𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹-𝗲-𝗠𝗮𝗵𝘁𝗮𝗮𝗯

فطرتِ عشق اختتام۔ (end)

Our fights are like thunderstorms; intense but they make way for clearer skies~

As the sun peeked through the curtains, Daneen stirred in her sleep. Gradually, she opened her eyes, only to find the other side of the bed empty. A doleful expression crossed her face as she looked at the clock, which read 8:40 in the morning.

Her gaze wandered around the room, and she spotted Murtaza by the dressing table, already dressed and combing his hair. As usual, he looked really good in his Armani three-piece suit. He briefly glanced at her through the mirror but continued with his task.

After setting the brush on the table, he turned toward the side table to grab his wallet and keys.

"Once you're freshened up, make sure to have breakfast and remember to take your medicine afterward"

He said without looking at her. His silence hurt her, but he didn't neglect his responsibilities even while upset.

Daneen looked at herself in the mirror, smiling dejectedly. She freshened up and headed to the dining room, where she was greeted by Guljaan and Alamgir. Initially feeling awkward, she thought they might ask about her sudden arrival, but Guljaan had her sit down and served her breakfast. Daneen offered a small smile in return and continued her meal.

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But you'll never see the tears I cry~

At 9 in the evening, Murtaza parked his car in the driveway. As he walked towards the entrance, he noticed Daneen seated in one of the lawn chairs. She looked mesmerizing, lost in her own thoughts. She seemed to be doing better now, perhaps the medicine had helped.

Spotting Murtaza standing there, she promptly got up and approached him.

"Kesi tabiyat hai?"
(How do you feel?)

He inquired, his voice carrying an unfamiliar roughness.

"Behtar!" She replied.
(Better)

With a curt nod, he inside the house, and she followed suit.

Upon entering the room, she found him seated on the sofa, his head reclined against its backrest. His coat was draped over the back, and he appeared incredibly weary.

"Yeh lo!"
(Here you go!)

She offered, passing him a glass of water.

"Thank you!"

He acknowledged, downing it all in one gulp.

"Dinner lagwaaun??"
(Shall I get the dinner arranged?)

She inquired hopefully, looking forward to spending some quality time with him. She hadn't eaten her dinner yet, intending to have it together with him. Her hopes were dashed, however, as he shook his head, indicating no.

"I've already had my dinner!"
He stated.

Daneen looked at him with an expression he couldn't quite interpret. She felt foolish, putting in efforts without seeing any positive change from his end.