He is obsessed. For her.
She is a broken soul.
Armaan Nouman Ali Khan is a 6ft 2 inches tall, handsome man. Obsessed with his childhood love. Cold for others but has a soft side for his childhood love. He has his personal art room filled with his ch...
Armaan and Zaisha were in the car. Zaisha was looking outside the window, lost in her thoughts. Armaan kept stealing glances at Zaisha. Armaan exhaled a small breath and asked: "Kya main tumhara haath pakr lun?"
(Can I hold your hand?)
Zaisha looked at Armaan and nodded. Armaan slid his hand in her palms. Zaisha looked at their hands and her heart was at peace because she felt empty without Armaan's hand. It looked perfect to her. Armaan smiled too at their intertwined hands. Armaan tightened the hold on her hand to tell her he would never let go of her no matter what. Armaan asked: "Ice-cream khaogi, Jaan?"
(Will you have ice-cream, Jaan?)
Zaisha nodded. Armaan took her to the ice cream shop and ordered their ice cream. The worker bought their ice cream and Armaan paid him. Zaisha took a bite of her ice cream and had a small smile on her face. Zaisha looked at Armaan's ice cream as his ice cream was looking tempting to her. Armaan sensed her gaze and looked at her. Armaan tried to control his smile as she looked cute. Zaisha was staring at his ice cream like a baby. Her eyes were wide, drooling a little, and gulped her saliva. Armaan asked: "Jaan, do you want mine too?"
Zaisha unknowingly replied: "Yes......." but she realized soon what she said: "I mean no". Armaan laughed. Zaisha got embarrassed. Armaan forwarded his ice cream cup to her: "Have it!" Zaisha replied: "No!" Armaan insisted: "Khalo Jaan". Zaisha looked at Armaan and then at the ice cream. Armaan: "Have it, baby!" Zaisha took his ice cream and had a bite.
Happiness could be seen on her face. Armaan was staring at her intently with love. Zaisha gave his ice cream back and said: "You can have the rest!" Armaan asked: "Are you sure?" Zaisha nodded. After their mini ice cream date, with no words exchanged further, they reached back home. Zaisha went to her bedroom and Armaan went to his.
Zaisha's POV: I was silently looking outside the window engrossed in my thoughts. My chains of thoughts broke as I heard Armaan's voice. Armaan wanted to hold my hand. I permitted him because I felt a strange feeling of emptiness.
My hands were cold but as soon as he held my hand, I felt a comforting warmth. It looked perfect to me. His hold tightened on me making me understand from his action that he won't ever let me go. After a few minutes of silence, he asked me for ice cream and I said yes because I always have space for an ice cream. I love ice cream so much. I can eat it every day.
(P.s. Please tell me you guys love ice cream too because I love ice cream too especially having it in winter is my favorite thing)
After reaching and ordering ice cream, our ice cream was served. The first bite of my ice cream made me smile in contentment. The bliss I felt after having the first bite. Then my gaze went to Armaan's ice cream and it looked tempting to me. I unknowingly licked my lower lip and kept staring at his ice cream for a long time. Armaan sensed my stare and asked me to have a bite. I unknowingly said yes but then realized and denied it because I didn't want him to go unsatisfied with his ice cream. He laughed and I got embarrassed. He forwarded his ice cream and asked me to have it. After our mini ice cream date, we reached back home, and right now I'm in my bedroom.
After changing, I lay on bed with the purpose to sleep but sleep was long gone as my mind kept wandering. The bed felt empty without him. The other side of the bed had crisp, clean sheets. I sighed and started staring at the ceiling above me. Suddenly, Dawar Bhai's words echoed in my ears: "Just give him a chance!" I sat up, folded my knees, and hugged them. Will I regret giving him a chance? Will he leave me? Will he treat me like my family? But it doesn't look like. I see sincerity and love in his eyes. In the car as well, he didn't pressurize me. He gave me my space. Will I be happy with him after giving him a chance? My head started throbbing in pain because of overthinking.
I got up and walked towards the closet to find the medicine. I couldn't find medicine in my closet so, I opened Armaan's closet. I was searching for the pills when my eyes halted on the same small vintage box.
(Remember the small box I mentioned in the previous chapters? If not, no worries, you can re-visit Chapter 12 & Chapter 27).
I took out the vintage box in my hand. This box seems mysterious to me. Last time, I tried to open the box but Armaan got angry. I wonder what is inside this? Should I open it? What if he gets angry? It's his personal belonging but I'm his wife, I can look at what's inside it. It's bad manners too. Screw it. Let me open it. I will only peak inside it. I started finding the keys and luckily found them in the drawer under a few files. I put the key in the keyhole and twisted it.
The box opened with the sound of a click. I looked inside and my eyes were out of my sockets. I was surprised and couldn't believe what I saw inside. The box contained my lost hair band as I remember, I was running to go inside my class as I was late, and without my knowledge, my hair band slipped from my braided hair. I got to know when my bench partner informed me. I tried to find it but had no luck. Then my erasers I wrote my name on it. It got lost and I couldn't find it. My handkerchiefs were in the box. A floral crown was there too. I remember wearing the floral crown at the annual function as I participated in acting as a princess and lost it because I had kept it on the table while going towards the restroom.
A few more things were in the box and hot tears fell from my eyes. There were a few Polaroid pictures in the box too. I saw the pictures and I cried more. Those were my pictures when I was in school and studying for A-levels. He loved me so much and look what have I done? I pushed him away. I traced my finger on the items. I took the box and kept it aside on the bed.
I hurriedly went to Armaan's closet took one of his shirts and came back to the bed. I hugged his shirt, closed my eyes, and inhaled his scent. His shirt had his scent. His fragrance made me feel he was here. His fragrance was calming my nerves. His fragrance erupted with butterflies in my stomach. His fragrance gave solace to my messed up mind.
Tomorrow first thing in the morning, I'm going to talk to him. I will talk about US to him............
Aslam o alikum! Hey readers! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! What do you guys think of their mini ice cream date? Did you guys guess what was in that box? And what do you guys think what will Zaisha talk to Armaan about? Any guesses? Do let me know in the comment section. If possible, do share your thoughts. Positive critics are welcomed :)
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