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AUTHOR'S POV

Aariz didn't say anything. Cutting Aiman's call, he turned towards Saira, only to be met with a sharp, cold glare. Her hazel eyes burned with a silent fury, her arms crossed over her chest like a barrier, keeping him at bay. Before he could even part his lips to speak, her voice lashed at him.

"Leave. Now."

His jaw clenched. It was always the same—her constant attempts to push him away, to exile him from her life like he was nothing. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, but he exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to stay calm.

"Why are you always in a hurry to push me away?" he asked, his voice laced with unspoken frustration.

She didn't even spare him a glance. Instead, she lay on the bed, pulling the blanket over herself as if shielding herself from his presence. "Because you don't deserve to live near me," she muttered, her voice final, like a verdict.

Aariz inhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair. He knew where this was going. Knew that no matter what he said, her walls wouldn't crumble so easily.

This is nothing compared to the hurt you've been through, he reminded himself, forcing down the ache in his chest.

Without another word, he turned on his heels and walked toward the balcony, shutting the door behind him. The cool night air kissed his face, but his mind was restless. Saira assumed he had left—but he didn't. He leaned against the railing, watching the quiet city below, listening to the soft rustling of curtains behind him as she shifted in bed. He stayed there, waiting, until her breath evened out into the rhythm of sleep. Only then did he silently leave the house, as he did every night, after finishing his usual routine.

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NEXT DAY

Saira was practically chasing her mother around the kitchen, trying to slow her down.

"Mummy, ladke wale hum hain, wo nahi jo aap itni baariki se tayyariyan kar rahi ho unke aane ki," she whined, watching as Samina arranged food on the kitchen counter with the precision of a perfectionist.

Samina shot her a look, the kind that meant 'I have no patience for your nonsense right now' "Ye sab zaroori hai! Aur tum abhi jao, apne papa ko dekh kar aao, wo ready hue ya nahi, ya bas wahi apna kaam le kar baithe hain. Wo log abhi aate hi honge."

Saira sighed dramatically but obeyed, making her way toward the study. As expected, she found her father, Waleed, sitting on the couch with his laptop open, typing away. Beside him, Rayyan was equally lost in his own work.

She walked straight up to them and, without a second thought, shut Waleed's laptop with a loud snap.

"Enough of your work. Now go and get ready."

Waleed blinked at her, taken aback. "Only some work is left, Saira. I will get ready after doing that."

Not buying it, she turned to Rayyan and closed his laptop too. "Go get ready."

Rayyan tsked, running a hand over his face. "I have to submit those files after checking them within an hour, Saira. It's important."

She gave him a reassuring look, her voice soft but firm. "Don't worry. I'll do it."

"Pakka?" he raised an eyebrow, still skeptical.

"Yes," she nodded, taking the laptop from him and heading upstairs. She knew there was still some time left before Aariz's and Areej's families arrived, so she settled on her bed, plugged in her earpieces, and opened Rayyan's files.