Her Destiny || 📒

part 33

Zayan settled into the plush chair in Mr. Mehmood's office, the warm smile on his host's face putting him at ease.

"Welcome, Mr. Zayan. What brings you here today? I thought our meeting was scheduled for three days from now." Mr mehmood said in a gentle voice.

Zayan leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Mr. Mehmood's. "My partner and I decided to arrive a bit early. We wanted to enjoy the city before getting down to business."

Mr. Mehmood's expression turned quizzical. "I see. Well, you're welcome to stay, and I'll ensure you have everything you need. But tell me, is everything alright? You're not facing any issues, are you?"

Zayan waved his hand dismissively. "No, no issues at all. We just wanted to unwind before diving into work. However, I did want to request a favor. Ayliz's health takes a turn for the worse, I'd like to postpone our meeting for a few days. Would that be possible?"

Mr. Mehmood's brow furrowed in concern. "Ayliz? Is she unwell? I hope it's nothing serious."

Zayan reassured him with a shake of his head. "She's fine for now. We just want to be cautious. We can reschedule for another time."

Mr. Mehmood took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he considered the request. "If we postpone the meeting, it would have to be for at least a month. My schedule is quite busy, I'm afraid."

Zayan hummed thoughtfully, then Mr. Mehmood suggested, "Why don't we fulfill the formalities of our collaboration?" But Zayan hesitated, "Ayliz isn't here." Mr. Mehmood's response was a contemplative "hmm".

Zayan nodded understandingly. "No problem, we can continue after one month." Mr. Mehmood agreed, "Ok, that's fine."

Just then, a young man burst into the office, calling out "Dad, Dad, why aren't you picking up Mom's calls? She's trying to reach you!" Mr. Mehmood's eyes widened as he checked his phone, revealing four missed calls from his wife. He excused himself and stepped away to return the call, his voice hushed as he spoke near the window.

Zayan watched the young man, who approached him with a friendly smile and extended hand. "Hey, I'm Arwan." Zayan shook his hand, introducing himself "I am zayan, then Arwan bid him farewell, saying "See you later, I have to go." They exchanged smiles, and Arwan left the office.

Mr. Mehmood returned to his chair, apologetic. "Sorry, Zayan, I'll have to meet you again in a month. I have an emergency to attend to. If you'd like, my son can give you a tour of the office." Zayan stood up, declining the offer with a gracious smile. "No need, thank you."

"Why don't you want Ayliz to meet him?" Hana asked him again.

Zayan snapped out of his thinking.

Zayan's answer was shocking. "Because Mr. Mehmood is Arwan's father."

Minhu and Hana were stunned, unsure of what to say next.

"Pack your bags, we're leaving at 10 tonight," Zayan announced to Hana and Minhu, before heading to Ayliz's room. She opened the door, and he repeated the departure time. She hummed in response, and he left for his room.

At 10 o'clock, they boarded a private jet bound for Korea. Ayliz turned to Zayan, her voice tinged with curiosity. "We came here to enjoy ourselves and then meet with Mr. Mehmood, but when the time came, he sent us back without even meeting us, and in his private jet, no less!" She paused, a realization dawning on her face. "Wait, the private jet we came in... it was Mr. Mehmood's, wasn't it?"

Ayliz gazed at Zayan with an innocent expression, as if expecting him to reveal a secret. But Zayan's face wore a subtle smile. "This jet is mine," he said, "and so was the one we came in. They're not separate,

The driver pulled up to Ayliz's mansion, and she stepped out of the car. She walked towards the entrance, with the driver following close behind, carrying her luggage. Once inside, the driver handed her the bags and bowed before returning to the car.

the driver headed towards Zayan's mansion, which was located on the other side of the city. Zayan stepped out of the car and stretched his arms, looking up at the grand entrance of his home.

Zayan entered his mansion, only to find that all the lights were off. He assumed that his parents, Eomma and Appa, were already asleep. He headed straight to his room, not wanting to disturb them.

Meanwhile, Ayliz was greeted warmly by her parents as she entered her mansion. "Assalamualaikum, Appa, Mumma," she said, exchanging greetings with them.

Her mother immediately offered her water, but Ayliz declined, "No, Mumma, I just want to sleep."

Her father nodded understandingly, "Okay, okay, go and sleep well. We'll talk in the morning."

With that, Ayliz headed to her room, exhausted from the journey. She couldn't wait to rest and recharge for the adventures that lay ahead.

Zayan lay on his bed, lost in thought, his mind consumed by Ayliz. "It's not the right time to talk to her father about us, nor is it the right time to talk to Ayliz herself. She's still hurting, and I can't bear to see her in pain."

He tossed and turned, trying to find a solution. "How can I help her heal? She won't even talk to me like friends, let alone something more."

he was starting to drift off to sleep while thinking about her .

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, Ayliz sat at the dining table, her father, Mr. Zubair, across from her. He asked about her trip, and she replied, "It was good, but the meeting was postponed."

Mr. Zubair's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why? Is everything okay?"

Ayliz hesitated before answering, "Yes, Mr. Mehmood's schedule was too busy, so he decided to hold the meetings after a month."

The room fell silent, except for the clinking of utensils on plates. Then, Mr. Zubair spoke up, his voice low and thoughtful. "What do you think about Zayan?"

Ayliz's hands paused, her fork hovering above her plate. She glanced at her mother, who was watching her with a gentle smile, before turning back to her father. "Appa, I always agree with whatever you want."

The words hung in the air, a sense of resignation lingering beneath them. Mr. Zubair and his wife exchanged a look, their faces filled with a mix of emotions. Joy, relief, and a hint of sadness.

Ayliz's gaze dropped to her plate, her thoughts hidden behind a mask of obedience. But the question lingered, like an unspoken whisper: What did she truly feel about Zayan? Is she forgot arwan.