𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

17

Arsalan POV:

By the time I return back to home it's already late. Well I didn't expect the work at Abba's office would be this tough. I already talked to abba about my resignation and he seemed to be very happy about it, he never wanted me to go there. Abba has now gone back to his room after our long conversation. I slowly open the door to my room expecting Airah to be already asleep but to my surprise she is in the bed watching TV with a bag of chips. A smile appears on my face as I realise that she waited for me. Is it just me or does any other husband also like it to see their wife waiting for them? The sound of door closing catches her attention and she looks at me. I smile and put my jacket and waistcoat on the chair. "Wait kar rahi thi tum mera?" I ask removing my shoes. "K-kisne kaha?" She replies. "Mere dil ne." I say and she looks at me with "What the hell is wrong with you" look. I smile again and she turns her attention back to the TV. So now she's ignoring me.

"Arsalan hato yaar." She says as I stand in front of the TV.

"Itna khao gi agar to moti ho jao gi." I say pointing at the large packet of chips. "Hone do. Tumhe kya karna hai." She says eating more of them. "Airah health ke liye ache nahi hote hai ye." She pauses and looks at me confused. "Tum kabse mere baare mein itne concerned ho gaye?" I sigh and move out of the way because arguing with this girl is useless.

I come out of the bathroom after taking a bath to find her sitting in the same position, fully concentrated on some British movie that is playing on the TV. I shake my head and pick up a pillow along with the thin blanket and lie on the sofa. "Volume slow karo." I ask her as I try to get comfortable on the sofa but fail. "Abhi nahi. Thodi der ruk jao." She replies not bothering to look at me. I wait for 5 mins, 15 mins, 20 mins but 30 mins??? How long is this movie gonna take to end? Just as I am about to tell her to turn off the TV, I hear some sniffing sound. I move my arm to see that Airah is crying. The packet of chips is now empty and thrown on one side of the bed along with a can of soda. And she's sitting on the other side of the bed with a box of tissues. What is she crying for? I look but there is no sad scene playing on the TV. Just a a boy hugging a girl. I look at her again confused but she doesn't seem to notice. "Kis baat par ro rahi ho?" I ask. She looks at me and starts crying more. "That g-guy...." she says pointing at the guy in the TV. "...h-he loves the girl so much." She says between hiccups. "H-he gave her the love she deserved." She cries again. I sigh as I get up from the sofa and sit infront of her. "Do t-these type o-of guys really exist?" She says between hiccups. There goes her mood swings. I pull her into a hug.

     "Arsalan have you ever been in love?" She says calming down a little. "No and never will I ever be." I pause, thinking that whether I should say what I am about to say. "I don't believe in true love. I think that love only exists in books and fantasies." She stays silent, not moving an inch as I slowly caress her back, her dark brown hair are soft. "I believe in true love. I believe that aside from books and fantasies it exists in real life also......Arsalan?"

"Yes?" I reply softly.

"Have you ever been loved by someone?" She asks looking up in my eyes. For a moment I'm almost taken aback by those beautiful brown eyes. Why do I find them beautiful? And then her jawline. I've been having this wierd urge since this morning of touching her jawline. My hands touches her jawline by their own. "Arsalan?" She takes my name again. I quickly snap my hand back. What the hell is wrong with me? "Yes. By my parents." I reply remembering her question. "Everyone is loved by their parents." She says. "Not everyone Airah, not everyone." I murmur. She doesn't seem to hear what I said because she asks one more question. "What did you do today?" For a moment I am relieved that she changed the subject. That all love talk would be getting more serious if she asked any further question about it. "I was with Abba in his office the whole time. He introduced me to some basic work done in his office." "You talked with him?" She asks. "Yes I did." I answer. She moves and I release her from the hug . I realize that all this time while I was holding her, she never hugged me back. I don't know why but it kinda upsets me. She gets inside the blanket and asks, "Ticket book kab karoge?"

   "Tumhara visa lagane mein around 3 weeks lage ge. Mera visa hai, that's why I'll go first and when your visa is approved I'll come back and take you."
She says nothing and just stares at the ceiling. "Mein so jau?" I ask and she nods in answer. I get up and lie on the sofa.

    To be honest, I'm still wondering where Aliza's child is. I think I need to ask Ziya to look into it. But I hope that wherever the child is, it is safe.