❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ❞
Series of different stories which are filled with care, tears, emotions, regret but at last ends with a lot of love.
Collection of desi romantic short stories from my wild imagination which will lea...
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As they continued chatting, Arsalan, who came back from work, directly went to his children's room only to stop in his track.
There was his wife holding their both children now who were laughing at someone Fariz was doing. He stilled on his place. His eyes on them as a bitter feeling settled in him.
Fariz Sheikh , his maternal cousin. Someone who Arsalan doesn't know why he dislikes so damn much.
As he watched a bitter feeling, yet a fire erupted in him, he felt his jaw clenching.
Fariz fucking Sheikh!
"Arsalan." He heard his mother's voice, which broke his thoughts. He looked at her, who was looking at him like expecting him to come to him.
Hearing his mother's voice, Ayat turned her head only to spot her husband, who was looking at her & Fariz with cold eyes.
Arsalan forced a tight smile as he stepped into the room, his gaze briefly meeting Ayat's before shifting away. He greeted his mother and aunt with a polite Salam, but there was a stiffness in his voice, a tension lingering just beneath the surface.
Ayat, noticing the change in him, felt a small pang of worry in her chest. She had seen that cold, hard look in his eyes just moments ago-directed at her and Fariz. Arsalan didn't need to say anything; his expression was enough.
"Arsal," she called softly, trying to break the tension, but his eyes didn't meet hers.
Instead, Arsalan made his way to where Zainab was lying in Ayat's arms. His movements were slow, controlled, as though he was holding something back. He gently placed his hand on his daughter's cheek, but his jaw remained clenched, his mind elsewhere. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his back straight, posture rigid.
Zainab babbled, her tiny hands reaching for his face, but Arsalan's attention kept drifting to Fariz, who was chatting easily with his mother in the corner of the room The sound of Fariz's laughter grated against Arsalan's nerves.
"Meri jaan," Arsalan said quietly, his voice softer as he addressed Zainab, though there was a gruff edge to his tone.
"Papa missed you today." His hand brushed over her hair gently, but there was a bitterness to his actions, an unspoken frustration he was trying to keep in check.
Zainab cooed happily, unaware of the storm brewing inside her father. Arsalan's lips twitched into a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
Ayat glanced at Arsalan again, sensing the discomfort in his posture. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but the look in his eyes stopped her. Instead, she shifted Daniyal in her arms, lightly brushing his soft hair as she tried to lighten the atmosphere.
"Fariz was just showing the kids some funny tricks," she said casually, attempting to fill the silence.
Arsalan's eyes flickered to her, his gaze sharpening. "Yeah, I can see that," he muttered, though there was no warmth in his voice. The edge in his tone was impossible to miss.
