Paasban

Chapter 15

Agar mei nay zindagi mei kuch darust kia, tou woh uss waqt tha jab mei nay apna dil aap ko dia~

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Zyra's POV:

I woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through my curtains. My heart still felt light from last night’s unexpected visit. I stretched under the covers, feeling a small smile tug at my lips as memories of Musa’s playful words came back to me.

I glanced at my phone, half expecting a message from him, but instead, there was nothing. I sighed, a mix of disappointment and relief. I had to remind myself we weren't even supposed to meet like that last night.

Pulling myself out of bed, I grabbed a fresh pair of clothes and made my way to the bathroom. As the cold water splashed on my face, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks still held a faint blush, the excitement from last night lingering longer than I expected.

Once dressed, I stepped out of my room and made my way outside. The house was unusually quiet. Everyone must still be asleep  I could hear the distant clinking of dishes from the kitchen—Amma, no doubt, busy as always. For a moment, I wondered if Musa had already sent a message to Abba or made some sly comment to Amma about last night. I shook my head, laughing at the thought of him being bold enough to mention anything.

I entered the kitchen and saw Amma kneading dough, her face calm and focused. For once, she wasn’t giving me those judgmental looks, and that felt like a small victory.

"Good morning, Amma," I greeted softly, stepping closer to help her. My heart is thumping for her reaction.

She glanced up at me, then back down at the dough. "Good morning, beta. You’re up early today," she said softly and I couldn't believe it. At all! I stared at her surprised.

I smiled to myself, glad she was acting so nice. "I thought I’d help out with breakfast."

She nodded, not saying much, but I could sense her warming up, even if only slightly. As I began to chop some vegetables, I heard my phone buzz from the counter. My heart jumped, knowing exactly who it would be.

I wiped my hands on the cloth and grabbed my phone.

Good morning, Mrs. Musa Jawad. Miss me yet?

I bit my lip, smiling as I quickly typed a reply, Not even a little. Shouldn’t you be doing something productive?

His response came almost instantly. Thinking about you is very productive.

I rolled my eyes, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I typed, Careful, Amma’s right here, and I don’t want her to think her suspicions were right about last night!

His reply made me laugh.

I’m an angel. I would never do anything suspicious. But… see you soon?

I shook my head, my fingers typing quickly. What's on your mind now, Mr. Musa Jawad? Wasn't last night enough? It's just a day now. Tomorrow I'll be with you.

A moment passed, and I could almost picture him grinning at his phone before his next message came. One day feels like a lifetime. Can't a guy miss his wife?