Paasban

Chapter 14

Mei bohat ziada apnay aap mei hota hun jab aap ky sath hota hun ❤️

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Zyra's POV:

I took off my dupatta and locked the door behind me, trying to shut out the sound of Amma’s harsh words. I didn’t want to dwell on them tonight. I was happy—really happy—and I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it.

I sighed deeply, sinking into the sofa, staring at the ceiling as I tried to relax. After a few moments, I stood up, ready to change into something more comfortable.

Just as I reached for my clothes, my phone buzzed. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat as I saw Musa’s name flashing on the screen.

'Hey Mrs. Jawad, missing me yet?'

A smile crept onto my lips as I sat back down, quickly typing a response.

'Maybe... How about you? Already missing me?'

I hit send, feeling a flutter in my stomach.

His reply came almost instantly.

'Of course. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left. Two days feel like forever.'

I laughed softly, my cheeks warming as I imagined the grin on his face while he typed. I leaned back, my fingers flying over the keys again.

'I guess you'll have to survive two days without me...'

His response came quickly.

'Survive? More like suffer. You're cruel, Zyra.'

I laughed again, shaking my head.

'You’ll manage. After all, it's just two days.'

Musa replied almost instantly again.

'Two days too long. Want to sneak out for a midnight drive?'

I bit my lip, my heart pounding at the playful suggestion. My thumb hovered over the screen, the temptation pulling at me, but I shook my head, typing back.

'Behave, Mr. Jawad. We’ll wait for Sunday.'

There was a slight pause before his next message.

'Fine... but don’t blame me if I show up outside your window.'

I grinned, imagining him actually doing it, and replied.

'Goodnight, Musa. Sleep well.'

His response came quickly.

'Goodnight, Mrs. Jawad. Sweet dreams.'

I set my phone down, my heart full, and finally got up to take a shower, unable to stop smiling. Sunday couldn’t come fast enough.

After taking a shower, I felt refreshed, the day's exhaustion slowly washing away with the warm water. I changed into a simple shalwar qameez, the soft cotton fabric comforting against my skin. It felt good to be in something light and easy after the heavy lehnga.