𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 *𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠*
Waniya Bagga is a remarkable woman single mother, successful fashion designer, and self-made millionaire. She resides in New York City with her daughter, facing the unknown future with strength and resilience...
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WANIYA'S POV:
"Okay, I'll marry Shayan but only because of Ezzah," I told Mirha.
For the past few hours. We have been discussing my decision to get married to Shayan. Shayan is one of the best and trustable people I know here in New York. I met him when Ezzah was only 3-and-a-half-years-old. We met in a business meet where all the well known business owners were called and we instantly made a bond. I was there with Ezzah and he helped me carry her as it was my first time attending a meet with her.
I like him as a friend. I never saw him more than that. How can I? When my heart still belongs to the person who's the father of my child. He's going well in his life. I see all of his interviews. I know he doesn't even think about me.
Most probably he is about to get married. Stop, stop Waniya, don't think about him. He never loved you. He didn't want you and Ezzah. He made you leave him.
"Omgggggg, Waniya, I'm happy for you my baby girl," Mirha hugged me and broke my trance. I gave her a fake smile. "Only for Ezzah," I reminded her. "Jo bhi hai, my best friend is getting married," Mirha's words were laced with happiness. (Whatever it is, my best friend is getting married.)
"I need to meet Shayan too, and tell him about us and tell him about Ezzah too," he shouldn't be unaware of my past. He should know everything. Mirha nodded.
"Let me cook something for you, you go and take a look at Ezzah," I nodded and went towards our room.
She was sleeping soundlessly. She sleeps too much, same as Zeeshan. A smile crept my lips when I thought about him but soon it disappeared knowing the harsh reality.
"Ezzah baby," I called so she could wake up. She stirred in her sleep. "Ezzah, wake up," she said, slowly opening her eyes.
"Massi," she called Mirha. "Yes, your massi is outside now, get up," I picked her and took her to the washroom. I made her wash her face and hands. Took her out. (Massi is referred as Aunt.)
"Ezzuuuuuu," Mirha chirped with happiness.
"Massi," Ezzah ran towards. Their never ending love. "Kese hai mera bacha?" Mirha pecked her cheeks. (How are you, my child?)
"I'm theek," I smiled at her as she tried to speak Urdu in her American accent. Her accent makes it difficult for her. But she understands Urdu very well. (Fine.)
"Go and sit, I'll bring you food and then we will have ice cream," Mirha whispered, the last part of her sentence. "No, ice cream," I glared at her.
"Mama your eyes will come out, don't do that," I was speechless. After all, no one can beat her in arguments.
We had our dinner and they had their ice creams, meanwhile my thoughts were occupied by him.
Zeeshan, I hope you are happy. I hope you don't miss us. I still love but I need to move on from you for our daughter but I won't be able to unlove you.
