Mohabbatein - A Farmeed Fanfic

Chapter 14

It had been a good four days since Umeed finally confessed that Farjaad indeed personified the word 'Jaan' for her. He had stayed late into the night, making sure she ate properly. He had debated making a move, spending the night with her, she looked irresistible, but then again, when did she not?

Against all his desires, he decided to leave once she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. Regardless of the pull he always felt towards her, he had heard her loud and clear when she said she needed to solve her issues with her family first. He understood why it was important to her, he knew she wanted to do things the right way.

He would be lying though if he didn't admit it wasn't at least a little annoying that he still had to be careful around her. It was difficult to not fully treat her the way he used to, to refrain from kissing her, to know she wanted him too but to still stay away. The frustration of holding back had propelled Farjaad to put his plans into action.

Since that night, he had spent his time after work staying late at the office, planning a party to celebrate the expansion of Umeed's cafe and his new business venture in Dubai. He needed to have this party planned as soon as possible to help things forward. With multiple projects at work demanding his attention and the additional event organization he had taken on, he was hardly left with time to speak to Umeed. His mother, too, had been more cognizant of his comings and goings, his assistant informing her whenever he was staying late at the office so she could head to bed.

He didn't blame his mom for being worried that he was going to see Umeed, but it did hamper any ideas he may have had about staying on even later after work to go and meet her. He would try to fit in meeting her in the middle of his day, even if it was only for half an hour to grab lunch quickly. Unfortunately, his day was almost entirely booked with meetings and it didn't look like he would be able to see her today. He sighed loudly, taking a sip of his coffee, it was only 9.00AM and he was not ready for the barrage of meetings he had lined up.

Much to Umeed's displeasure, Farjaad had barely been able to spend time with her. Sure, it had been her idea to stay from labels of any sorts and of course, to stay away from any physical contact—a rule they violated every time they met with him reaching for her hand almost immediately, not that she ever reprimanded him. She was astounded at his discipline and resolve to not try and go further, and she wouldn't admit it, but perhaps a little disappointed even.

She had just left the construction site for her cafe and was now sat in the car, wondering whether she should text him. Zyada hi sar pe charh gaye hain, pehle hi sahi the. Batana hi nahi chahye tha, she scrunched her brows, annoyed that he hadn't texted her yet. She was used to reading a text from him as soon as she woke up and another one right before she slept while they had been together. He hadn't texted her last night either and it looked like he had forgotten this morning too. It was almost time for lunch, and he still hadn't spoken to her.

Her mind tried to reason with her, telling her he had probably been caught up with work. She huffed angrily typing out a text to him, "Insaan thorhi sharam hi kar leta hai. Milne ka time nahi hota hai, ab good morning bolne ka bhi nahi hai," she stamped her thumbs against her screen and then backspaced. Nahi, we don't care, mujhe kya, na karein woh text, she bit her lip, restless. As she was typing her seventh iteration of this text that day, her driver called out to her, "Umeed baaji, hum aapki dost ke ghar pahoch gaye hain."

In all her rage, she hadn't realized they had already reached Mimi's. She had decided to visit during the daytime knowing Farjaad wouldn't be home. She thanked her driver and stepped out of the car, making a show of closing the door, not that Farjaad would hear, but she was particularly irritable that morning.

She marched into the house like she owned it, charging towards the living room, "Niaz! Ek cup chai le aao—Ouch!" She exclaimed as she felt herself ram into a hard body, hard and familiar. Before she could even register what was going on, she felt him grip her shoulders, trying to steady her. Remembering suddenly that she had been ignored for several hours, she shrugged his palms off, almost smacking his hands away. "Arre, Umeed," she interrupted his train of thought with a pointed glare, turned her nose up and continued strutting away from the staircase and towards her original destination.