Love Unscripted

29. "Unless, it's my heart you're falling into"

                          Y/N's POV

We were back in Pakistan. From England to Pakistan, Naseem had tried talking to me multiple times, but I didn’t really entertain his attempts. It wasn’t that I wanted to ignore him, but my emotions were tangled up in a knot, and I didn’t trust myself not to say something hurtful.

I hadn’t forgiven him yet. The hurt was still fresh, and I was still upset, but I was slowly coming to terms with what had happened. Acceptance was the only way forward, even if it didn’t erase the pain.

As we got off the flight, I was pulled out of my thoughts by a cheerful voice. "Bhabhi, chaliye! Car bahar wait kar rahi hai," Hasnain appeared in front of me, his face lit up with excitement.

I managed a small smile at his enthusiasm. "Dekha, bhabhi? Mai to starting se aapko bhabhi bolta tha, aur ab aap ban bhi gayi," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before I could respond, Hunain and Ubaid chimed in, glaring at Hasnain. "Haan toh? Hum bhi bhabhi ko starting se bhabhi bolte hain."

Hasnain scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oye, chalo nikalo yahan se. Tum dono ko toh bhabhi ki existence ka bhi idea nahi tha, jab se mai inhe bhabhi bolta hoon," he argued, his tone playful and competitive.

I couldn’t help but shake my head in disbelief at their childish banter. Ubaid and Hunain quickly flanked me, each standing on either side of me, as if claiming their territory.

"Jo bhi ho, real bhabhi toh humari hain," Ubaid declared, sticking his tongue out at Hasnain.

Their back-and-forth argument was so absurd, yet it brought a genuine smile to my face. Their lightheartedness was contagious, and for a moment, I felt a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of the past few days.

I glanced at Naseem, curious about his reaction to all this, and found him already looking at me. There was something in his eyes—an emotion so raw and intense that it made my heart skip multiple beats. Flustered, I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting him to see how much his attention affected me.

We were guided to a separate car, meant only for the two of us. Naseem, ever the gentleman, opened the passenger door for me, and once I was settled in, he circled around to the driver’s seat. I reached for the seatbelt, but it was stuck somewhere, refusing to budge.

Before I could continue struggling, Naseem leaned towards me, his face suddenly inches away from mine. My breath hitched, and for a few heartbeats, my eyes were drawn to his lips, lingering there as he effortlessly pulled the seatbelt free and secured it in place. His closeness was intoxicating, making me momentarily forget everything else.

Once he leaned back into his seat, I released a breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding. The car ride was silent, the only sound being the gentle hum of the engine. I could feel Naseem’s glances throughout the drive, but I kept my eyes glued to the window, watching the familiar yet distant sights of Pakistan pass by.

After some time, we finally reached his house. As I stepped out of the car, my eyes widened in awe. The house in front of me was massive, no less than a castle. It was grand and imposing, with intricate designs that spoke of its old-world charm mixed with modern elegance.

Naseem watched me as I took it all in, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeh aapka ghar hai ab, Y/N," he said gently, his voice tinged with pride.

I looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions. I had been in Pakistan 18 months ago, but I never came to see his house, even though our localities were the same. It all felt surreal now, being here as his wife, stepping into a place that was now meant to be my home.