Hoorain Mujtaba, a kind, pious, innocent naive girl was always protected from the cruelty of the world under the wings of her parents. Being the only daughter, she was the apple of their eyes, loved and pampered by her family until one unfortunate d...
In the serene stillness of the night, the soft glow of moonlight illuminated the room as Zaviyar was peacefully sleeping on his bed, lost in the gentle embrace of dreams. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest mirrored the tranquility that enveloped him.
Suddenly, a subtle but insistent faint buzzing pierces through the silence, disrupting the tranquil atmosphere. Zaviyar stirred in his sleep, his brow furrowing in mild annoyance as the persistent sound intruded upon his dreams. The source of the disturbance revealed itself on the bedside table, where a dimly lit phone vibrated with an incoming call.
He hates it when someone disrupts his peaceful sleep as he hardly gets a day off from his hectic job. With a groggy murmur, his long arm reaches out, searching for the source of the disturbance. Finally, his hand landed upon the vibrating phone as he fisted it and brought it close to his face. The soft glow of the screen illuminates his sleepy face, casting a faint blue hue across his handsome features as he attends the call, putting the phone over his ear.
"Hello?" He mumbled in a sleepy plus husky voice, his eyelids struggling to stay apart, weighing with the heaviness.
"Hello Zavi! Kaise ho beta???" Zaviyar's eyes shot open with a jolt upon hearing his mother's voice. His sleepiness vanished into thin air, replaced with the wave of curiosity and concern as he glanced at the clock over the wall which was displaying 2:10 am.
Why would his mother call him at this time?? Wondering, he shifted his body to a sitting position, leaning against the headboard as he held the phone and inquired worriedly, "Khairiyat mom? Aap ne call ki??"
"Haan woh mene poochna tha ke tum aj raat wapis aarahe ho na toh mein khane main kya banwaon tumhare liye??" That was the least thing he was expecting her to say at that time.
"Seriously mom? Aap ne raat ke 2 baje sirf yeh poochne ke liye call ki ha ke mein kya khana pasand karon ga? I thought something serious had happened!!!" Zaviyar sighed, with a shake of head, he ran his hand in his disheveled hair locks, in an attempt to keep them off his forehead.
"Ohh am sorry beta, mein hamesha bhool jaati hoon ke London aur Pakistan ki timing different hain. Mene tumhe disturb kar diya kya?" Nadia apologized.
"G kar to diya hai but it's okay. You have all right to do so."
"Acha ab jaag hi gaye ho toh bata bhi do kya khao ge, kya banwaon??"
Zaviyar couldn't help but smile at his mother's eagerness, revealing his dimple on the right cheek, "Apne hath se banayein gi to sab kuch kha longa. I miss your cooking, yahan to sirf ghaas phoos hi khani parhti ha."
"Iss liye kehti hoon na ke shaadi karlo!!! Biwi hogi toh tumhara khayal rakhe gi par nahi meri kahan sunni ha. Ab tum aarahe ho na, Irhaa ke sath sath tumhari bhi shaadi karwa ke wapis bejhon gi samjhe?" Nadia reminded him regarding his marriage but like always he didn't paid much heed to the topic.
"Yeah yeah we'll see after Mirha's marriage!!!"
"Zaviyar!!!"
"Mom I'm sleepy! Mujhe subah flight ke liye bhi nikalna hai so I'm off, good night bulke good morning to you. Khuda hafiz!!!" Saying his goodbye, Zaviyar hung up the call before his mother would start lecturing him again.
Setting the alarm for fajr prayer, He laid back on his stomach, burying his face in the soft cushions of pillows and drifting back into his dreamland.
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