MUHAFIZ

-06

Author pov

Saturday
1:30 pm

Shehnaaz has pulled her long raven hair in low bun and thrown on white colour cute dress that reaches till her ankles. She has little bit of make up like, sunblock, some mascara, light red lipstick and little blush on cheeks. She has doctor's appointment around 3 pm, she has some time so right now she was cleaning her father's wardrobe. Part of her want to donate his clothes to people who need but other part of her want to be selfish and keep all of his belongings and let them be untouched

She knows other people who can't afford needs these clothes more but her heart can't bring herself to pass them to someone else. Will they take care of his clothes? What if they throw it because it gets bad later? She doesn't want that

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at his watches. He loved collecting them, she sniffed grabbing box of watch which she accidentally dropped on floor. Cursing her clumsy ass, she kneel down but instead of watch there were some photos and when she looked at them. They are photo's of Mir-sahab when he was staying London. Theses looks like these are taken without him knowing. She turned around photo Mir Sidharth shah, 14-10 was written behind photo. So these were taken like few months before in October

She looked inside box and there was small paper where his London's address was written. Why it's written here? From what she knows her father and Zain was only person who knew his address in London but why would he write it down? Weird she thought and put these all back in box and kept them where it was

She kneel down again to open lower part of wardrobe for his shoes and she opened first box of shoes. There wasn't shoes but money. She blinked in confusion and opened second box and there also was money. These weren't in Pakistani currency but dollars. Her father was never one to keep this much cash at home that also in dollars. What should she do? Should she tell Mir-sahab? What if this is his money that he has asked her father to keep. She will tell him when she sees him. She decided to close those boxes

She exits from room and immediately regrets when she saw Mir-sahab, standing in middle of hall while speaking on call. He's looks mad. Real mad. Wrong time Shehnaaz she thought. And her heels sound made him shift his gaze on her and she saw how his jaw clenched you are so dead she gulped taking baby steps to get closer. She looked at him innocently through lashes. He says something to person on other side of call and hangs up

"Don't give me those looks Shehnaaz." His voice came out rough "Raat ke 3 baje ghumne ka time hai?" He asked furiously

"Mene mana kiya tha."

"Mujhe call krti." She looked at him more like checks him out his fashion sense is her weakness. And the way every single outfit looks good on him just like this white button up shirt and black slacks with grey overcoat. His hair styled back with not even single strand out and freshly shaved. She has handsome husband

"Thought never crossed my mind Mir-sahab jane den na." She says honestly with pout. She also didn't wanted to snitch on her friends

"Tumhe mere sath he rehna chahiye I will take care of your these 3 am weird chai drinking cravings very well." She blushed. He said it out of anger but she's blushing at his words

"Mujhe nahi peeni thi." She clears her throat

"Toh nahi jati."