A month had passed and Zayaan was showing up every single day. He gave reasons, continuously to be forgiven but Maham did not listen.
She was growing tired. She had lived 5 years in peace but he had come in like a tornado and ruined everything. She didn't know what to do. A part of her -- which was mostly her heart -- yearned for him.
He was her husband. The father of her son. Her first love. No matter how much she had tried to hate him, a part would always want him. How could she not? He was the first person to stand up to her. The first person to ever touch her with her consent.
She always knew she was a soft-hearted person. Sad for those who hurt her. Praying for those who abused her. She even made a dua for her mami to have less punishment despite her being the sole reason why Maham was so lonely.
Doesn't everyone have that tiny part in their hearts that wishes to be loved by someone? Maham had that for years and after finally getting it, it was ripped away from her.
She had come back from the mall with Aya because Aydin wanted to play games. She was sitting by the dining table, her face hidden in her hands as confusion and restlessness settled in her heart.
"Mama," Aydin said, running to her from his room and she looked at him.
"It's raining outside and I'm sleepy," he said to her, rubbing his eyes. She nodded and stood up, picking him up.
"You're lucky you don't have school tomorrow because of rain," she said, smiling.
"I like going to school," he said and she raised a brow.
"Then why are you telling me that you don't want to go every morning?" She asked, laying him down on the bed.
"That is before I meet my friends. I am sleepy in the morning but after seeing them I am energetic," he explained and she chuckled, covering him with a blanket.
She played with his hair until he slowly fell asleep and then she pressed a kiss to his forehead and left the room quietly.
The sound of raindrops falling on the roof and pattering against the window and the smell of wet earth was very soothing to her. Serenity washed over her heart.
She closed the all windows and doors with one last window remaining. She walked towards it to close it when she stopped.
'Not again.' She thought staring at Zayaan who was leaning against his car, his eyes on the ground. He was soaked head to toe from the rain.
She sighed and turned away walking away to her study. She checked some tests and made some new ones before going downstairs after an hour or so.
She looked out the window again and saw him looking around the house, his eyes red and vulnerable.
Her heart banged against her chest but she forced it away and went to make hot chocolate for herself. She sat down on the table, her mind occupied with the man outside and started drinking the hot chocolate.
She finished her hot chocolate before leaning back in her chair. She stayed there for a while, thinking and contemplating before she stood up, wore her shoes, and grabbed her umbrella.
Zayan closed his eyes, laying on the hood, waiting and waiting for hours. His eyes fluttered open when the floral scent of roses filled his nostrils. He opened his eyes and looked at the beauty standing in front of him, the umbrella shielding her from the rain.
He stood up, quickly, and looked down at her.
"Chale jao yahan se," she said and he shook his head.
(Go away from her.)
"Nahi jaonga. Tab tak nahi jaonga jab tak tum maaf nahi kardeti," he said. Her jaw clenched.
(I won't go. Not until you forgive me.)
"Bache mat bano, Zayaan," she said, strictly.
(Don't act like a kid, Zayaan.)
"Yeh bachpana nahi hai, Maham, mai- maine bohut ghalat kiya. Mai bohut bura insaan hoon main janta hoon. Lekin- lekin bas ik baar mujhe maaf kardo. Mai- main tumhe hamesha khush rakhonga. Ik acha shohar ban ke dikhaonga tumhe. Ik acha baap bhi. Please, Maham, bas ik mouqa phirse dedo mujhe," Zayaan said, bending down to one knee and grabbing her hand.
(This isn't childishness, Maham, I am did horrible things. I am an awful man I know. But- but just forgive me one time. I- I will always keep you happy. I will show you that I can be a good husband. A good father. Please, Maham, just give me one chance.)
Maham stared down at him, coldly. She pulled her hand away and walked back inside. He watched hoping for a sign. She opened the door and walked inside without closing the door.
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