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4. Why does he cares?

Haider's pov

Starting off my day by lifting weights, as usual. I was almost done with my workout. Gulping my protein shake I stepped out of gym

Unlike all the other days, I don't feel like a robot who just works 24/7 without feeling anything mentally , i feel alive, i feel good.

I don't know the reason. Oh wait, I actually do. Zoya sultan, yes she is the reason!

The only thing i am doing since last night is think about her, Not intentionally but helplessly.

By the replies and death stares she was throwing at me yesterday, I assume she didn't liked my personality as much as i liked her

As much? Is there even a comparison? She probably hates me for acting like a professional creep. Probably? More like a definitely!

What if she really hates me?

A question lingers in my mind. But wait, why do i care? Why do i care if she likes me or not? I shouldn't be caring.

Last i remember when i was 8 years old, she was very young. 3 years old if i am not wrong because as far as i remember, Wania my sister shares the same birth year as hers.

I recall our interaction from yesterday's night. Unknowingly a curve forms at the corner of my lips.

Did i just caught myself smiling while thinking about my childhood friends younger sister ? I have really gone bonkers!

To divert my mind I sat on my bed, placing the laptop on my lap I started checking my emails. The most recent one was sent by Faizaan Sultan.

He wants to handover few property papers to me which still belongs to my so called father.

I sometimes wonder how selfish and greedy my father would've been to betray the Sultan's for a few millions.

He didn't only betrayed the Sultan's but he betrayed his wife, his son, his daughter. And for what? Money.

But where is he now? Dead.

The lover & the hater, the loyal & the betrayer, The happy & the sad, The nice & the bad, The gentle & the brutal, The kind & the cruel. Death is the one and only end for each and everyone.

Every soul will taste death.

But you know what's the difference between a good person's death & a bad person's death? No one morns at the bad person's death.

Every single time i think about my own biological father my blood boils. Not a single cell in me morns at his death infact i sometimes feel lighter at the thought that he is no more.

Ringing of my phone brought me out of my thoughts

* Wania calling *

Seeing the notification, i smiled.

"Asslamualikum bhaijaan" she greets as soon as i pick up the call

" Walaikumsalam "
" It's 7:00 am! how come Wania Jahangir waked up early at weekend? " i asked

Wania is not a morning person, she would do anything but fix her sleeping schedule.