Maham was a free woman. She was no longer tied to her past and she had discarded all the memories she had of him. He did come over to meet Aydin. She may still have feelings for him -- more hate than love -- but she wasn't going to give Aydin a life with no father, knowing how much she yearned for her own dad.
He always initiated small talk with her and she only gave short answers. Whenever she looked at him, guilt could always be evident in his eyes.
Raees and Zayaan were babysitting Aydin as Ara and Maham had gone to an all-women event. It was an extravagant event held only for women, giving them the freedom to wear whatever they wanted.
So Maham finally got the chance to try the dress she had bought months ago in hopes of wearing it on a date with herself.
She entered the house with Aya who was singing the song 'Havana' trying to get Maham to dance as Aya was still intoxicated with energy because of the amusing night.
"Got me feelin' like, ooh, ooh ooh ooh. And then I had to tell him, I had to go oh na na na," Aya sang as if she was really drunk while pulling Maham close to her by gripping her hand and then resting a hand on her waist.
"Oh my god," Maham laughed, trying to pull away but Aya kept dancing with her.
"Half of my heart is Havana, ooh na, na," Aya sang making funny faces that made Maham laugh.
"Jaanemaan, kya kehti ho? Haveli par chalein?" Aya flirted making Maham slap her arm.
(What do you say, soul of mine? Shall we go to the mansion?)
"Ham already ik haveli main hain and it's called Maham's mansion," Maham said.
(We're already in a mansion.)
"Pata hai jab tum aese strong independent woman wali baatein karti ho mai sochti hai hamne shaadi kyun nahi ki?" Aya asked.
(You know when you talk like an independent strong woman I wonder why we didn't marry?)
"Aya!" Maham exclaimed, laughing. "Sach batao pregnancy mai gender attraction toh nahi badal rahi?" Maham asked.
(Tell the truth is the pregnancy making you change gender attraction?)
The two men walked out of the living room hearing the women's laughter. Zayaan had just put Aydin to sleep two hours ago and the men were watching old football matches.
When Aya and Raees found out that Zayaan was the father of Aydin. Raees kept his promise and broke Zayaan's nose which had now healed. Aya was still dissatisfied with him and gave him glares whenever he was around.
"Kese tha event?" Raees asked them, pulling Aya close.
(How was the event?)
"Aya is high on chocolate cake pops. I think they added drugs in them," Maham smiled as Aya looked up at her husband with flushed cheeks and a lazy smile.
Raees laughed, "Khair, ham chalte hain," Raees said, bidding goodbye to the two as Maham pulled Aya in a hug and kissed her cheek, mumbling a prayer for her safety, and then they left.
(Anyway, we should go.)
Zayaan went to lock the door before turning to look at Maham who was removing the jacket she burrowed from him. She had no jacket that went with her dress, she only wore it while coming from and going to the event.
He stared at her shoulder blades, flexing and visible in the dress she wore. Oh, how he wished he could kiss them again. He tore his gaze away and stared at the floor as she kept the jacket away and walked away, upstairs.
"Aydin ne khaana sahi se kha liya tha?" Maham asked, her voice firm and cold as she walked up the stairs without turning.
(Did Aydin eat properly?)
Zayaan rushed after her, "H-han, dhoodh bhi piliya tha. Aaj sports day tha na toh jaldi so gaya," he told her, taking two steps at the same time to catch up with her.
(Y-yes, he also drank the milk. It was sports day today so he slept early.)
She didn't bother giving him any confirmation that she heard him. He thought of more topics to talk about. Just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes with her.
"Event kese tha?" He asked, following her into the bedroom.
(How was the event?)
"Hmm," she only responded and removed her earrings while standing in front of her vanity. He nodded, his hands clasped together and his thumb nervously rubbing his callous skin. He watched as she removed her necklace and kept it perfectly in its place.
She has everything she could've ever wanted and it's all thanks to herself. Maham worked for everything and gave herself whatever she wanted. He looked around her bedroom it was spacious with white and golden furniture and knobs and white walls. It held a walk spacious walk-in closet and a bathroom of her own. It was elegant. Just like her.
"K-kaam kesa ja raha hai?" He asked, looking at her again.
(How is work going?)
"Tumne yeh subha bhi poocha tha," She said, removing her makeup with makeup remover.
(You asked this in the morning too.)
He nodded and looked at the floor. Right. She removed her gold bracelet before looking at him through the mirror.
"Zayaan? Will you help me with my zipper?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, her hair falling to the side like silk.
She watched through the mirror as his head snapped towards her and he slowly nodded. Intimacy. Proximity. He walked towards her standing behind her as his fingers slowly unzipped her dress, keeping eyes on her, their skin not touching. She put her hand on her chest to not the dress fall.
She turned around when he was done and didn't look away as she leaned back against the vanity. Maham realized she might be as bad and toxic as him for thinking but it felt nice. She liked giving him hope and then shattering it like he had shattered her trust and love.
He slowly raised a hand to touch her sharp jawline when her words stopped him, "Mr. Agha, you're crossing my boundaries."
"do saal hogayein hain, Maham, aur kitni saza dogi mujhe?" He asked, his voice low as he leaned closer so their faces were inches apart but she stared into his eyes, unwavering.
(It's been two years, Maham, how long will you keep punishing me?)
"Jab tak poore paanch saal nahi hojate. Aur agar dil ne chaha ho toh usse zyada bhi," She spoke, assertively as she stepped closer, her eyes not once flinching from his.
(Not until the full five years are completed. And if the heart wants then more than that.)
They stared into each other's eyes and then she walked away as if she didn't care how much her words had hurt him. She walked inside the walk-in closet and closed the double doors with one hand. When she went outside after changing into her pajamas
He was gone.
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