Match Made In Hell | Completed ✔

Ms. Americano!!!

A/N: I'm back guys. Sorry I'm making a quite late update. I was supposed to update after 10 as I had announced it on the board. First I was busy with my exams then later Eid came up. Hope you had a great Eid. Enjoy the chapter!!!
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"Who was it???"

As Zain approached Zoya, he noticed she has been sitting on the bed motionlessly, the color of her face had been drain off and the phone was dropped on her side as if she had heard something shocking or horrible. The expressions of fear were evident on her facial features.

Zoya glanced up into his black eyes and kept staring at him without answering him, making him perplex even more.

"What happened? Who was there on the phone?" Zain hung the towel on the nearby stand, picked up his phone from the bed and immediately checked the call log. An uncertain feeling settled deep within him.

Closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths Zoya calmed her racing heart and composed herself, got off the bed and neared close to him.

"It was your best friend!!!" She exclaimed with a blank expression on her face, her voice lacked any emotions.

"My best friend??" Zain lifted his gaze from the phone and eyed her confusedly.

"Minal!!! She called to inform me that she is coming back tomorrow." As Zoya told him, she studied how his body stiffened at the mention of Minal, his hands movements halted on the mobile and his facial expressions morphed into plain one as he stared at her, contemplating the information.

They shared a brief eye contact. Zoya averted her eyes before he could read through her emotions and walked past him toward the wardrobe, fetched her clothes and dashed into the washroom to take a long and hot shower she needed much at that moment to wash off the exhaustion from the event and to relax her throbbing head which began to throb mercilessly after having a conversation with her enemy.

"Ya Allah! Ab yeh kya nayi musibat tapak rahi hai??" Zain groaned exasperatedly as he ran his hand in his wet locks. He already has many business problems at hand to deal with and now this headache!!! He doesn't want any complications in his marriage life either.

A frown creased his forehead reading the unsaved number on the call log. He had blocked her a long time ago.

So she called from her new number???

After taking a long relaxing bath, Zoya returned back. Drying her hair and moisturizing her skin with a few creams she laid down on the bed, settling herself in the warm cocoon of the comforter and drifted off to deep slumber without exchanging any words with Zain. Not even a Goodnight much to his amusement for they always sleep in each other's arms holding onto each other. Her abrupt change of behavior had put him in distress and made him so restless that he couldn't sleep the whole night.

They were just fine a while ago!!!

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Next day:

"Amma!!!"

Fariya, Meera along with the maids who had been working in the kitchen, preparing breakfast flinched upon hearing Zain's authoritative and ear piercing voice as he entered inside, dressed in formal suit.

"What happened? Why are you screaming??" Fariya who was busy giving instruction to the maids, glanced at him questioningly, only to meet with his exasperated face.

"Are you aware that your niece from the US is visiting us today??" Zain asked her without beating around the bush.

Fariya looked at him for a brief moment before nodding, "Yes! Raza bhai had called and informed me about her arrival."