𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 | #1 in longing love
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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ZEESHAN’S POV:
I was getting ready for my interview with a channel. I was in no mood for an interview but commitment is commitment. I was all dressed, going through some important emails and replying to them. When my phone rang, it was not a local number. A call from New York? I don't remember anyone from New York having to call me.
I picked it up within three rings. I waited for someone to say something but there was pin drop silence on the other side. I don't know why but my heart beat raced.
“Hello,” I wasn't expecting a reply to hello.
“Zeeshan,” a voice that took me years back. How can I forget this voice? This was Waniya. I knew it, it was her. She remembers me.
“Waniya,” I called her, expecting a reply but there was no reply. Why ain't she saying anything? Is she okay? What is she doing in New York? What if she's not my Waniya? No, no, I know this is her.
“Waniya, is that you?” Still no reply. I could feel tears in my eyes.
“ANSWER ME DAMMIT, WHERE ARE YOU?” I yelled at her. I didn't mean to but she should answer me. I can't breathe.
“Zee…Shan,” she was crying. I could sense it. I need to go to her. After so many years she still remembers me.
“Waniya, are you crying?” Again no reply. What is she doing? Talk to Waniya, just once for once.
“Sorry, sir wrong number,” and someone cut the call. This wasn't Waniya but the one who called me was Waniya for sure. I need to find her. I need to look for her.
“Sir, the interview?” Obaid broke my trance. I nodded.
“Sir, you look pale, everything's okay?” I nodded again. But nothing was okay. I heard her after six-years and she was crying. I know she wasn't okay.
The interview went as usual. But I was focused towards it. My thoughts were occupied by her and only her. The interviewer asked me about my marriage. I don't know why but I answered with a ‘soon’ I bet Mom will be happy.
The interview was over.
“I'll go to New York, not Ahaan,” I informed Obaid. He was shocked.
“Don't look at me, book my tickets,” I said and sat into my car.
I can fight my Aerophobia for her. I know this will get hard for me but I could do it.
Soon I reached home.
“Chachuuuu,” Anaya called me the instant I entered the hall. I smiled at her. (Uncle.)
“Kesa hai mera bacha?” I coed her. She nodded, which meant she's good. (How are you, my kid?)
“Bhaiya, ap Shaadi ke Liye ready ho?” Farhan was loud enough to catch everyone's attention. (Brother, you are ready for your marriage?)
I nodded. The day I'll find Waniya I'll marry her.
