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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟖

FAIZAN

Businessman Kamran Saidi faces accusations of mismanagement, leading his company to the brink of bankruptcy.

My eyes reread the headlines of the article opened on my laptop multiple times as if waiting for some kind of feeling to hit me.

A second goes by.

Businessman Kamran Saidi faces accusations of mismanagement, leading his company to the brink of bankruptcy.

And another.

Businessman Kamran Saidi faces accusations of mismanagement..

And another.

Businessman Kamran Saidi faces accusations..

And another.

Kamran Saidi…

Nothing.

No sympathy. No worries. No nothing.

Maybe I’m becoming numb to my emotions again-

My thought is proved wrong when Arzo steps out of the bathroom into the room, bringing a sense of comfort and happiness into my body.

Never thought happiness would be in the form of a beautiful woman dressed in sweatpants and an oversized shirt.

Her eyes lock with mine and after a second, her cheeks turn a bright shade of red. She quickly breaks away the eye contact leaving me frowning at the sudden act.

Without looking at me, she returns back to bed. Wrapping her arms around my arm, she rests her head on my shoulder and starts drawing patterns on my arm with her fingers.

I put away my laptop, “amar?” I say, looking at her, “why are you so quiet?”

She pauses, lifts her hands and signs, “I’m always quiet.”

I hum, “you weren’t so quiet last night-”

My comment earns me a hit on my arm and an adorable glare from my wife which is hard to take seriously considering her face is turning red.

Yesterday, after we spent time at the beach, we came back to the resort and spent the rest of the day inside our room.

I don’t need to say the details.

“Am I wrong?” I ask.

She makes a face and gets up to leave but before she can, I grab her arm and pull her back, earning a small gasp from her.

She falls on my lap, her eyes widening as our faces stay only an inch apart. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer.

“You’re not getting away from me.” I say and place a soft kiss on her lips.

“I wasn’t going to.” she signs, lifting her chin.

I smile and kiss her cheeks. She rests her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my stomach, gently drawing circles on my back.

After a moment, she sits back, frowning at my laptop placed on the side table.

She looks back at me and signs, “the article… that’s..”

“My biological father.”

Her eyes widen a little then she signs, “why are you reading it?”

I shrug, “keeping track of their life for some reason. Not sure why.”

“Do you always read articles about them?” I nod, “does everybody else know?”

“Farhan might.” I say, “he caught me multiple times reading through these articles. I am not sure if he still knows.”