Paasban

Chapter 16

Jab mei aap ki taraf daikhta hun tou, mei apni ankhon ky samnay apni baqi zindagi daikhta hun 💓

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Zyra's POV:

I returned to my room, feeling completely drained after the long family dinner. It had been a pleasant evening, but the constant chatter and laughter left me exhausted. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, letting out a deep sigh. Finally, some peace and quiet.

I slipped off my sandals and padded over to the bed, tossing my phone onto the pillow before flopping down beside it. My muscles ached from sitting for hours, and all I wanted now was to relax.

Just as I started to unwind, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it lazily, fully expecting it to be another message from Maria or one of my cousins. Instead, it was Musa.

How was the dinner? Miss me? His message read, accompanied by a winking emoji.

I couldn’t help but smile as I typed back. Exhausting. And yes, maybe a little. Happy?

Only a little? You wound me, wifey, he replied almost instantly.

I laughed softly, shaking my head. Acha, thoda zyada... better? (Fine, a little more... better?)

Much better. There was a pause before he sent another message. I’m outside.

I sat up straight, blinking in surprise. Outside? Where? I typed quickly.

Your house. I told you, patience isn’t my thing, he texted, followed by a smirking emoji.

I hurried to the window, pulling back the curtain slightly. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, In a dress with a cap on his head, leaning casually against his car parked just down the street, his phone in hand.

I quickly typed back. Musa, are you serious? What if someone sees you?

That’s why I’m in stealth mode, he replied, adding a laughing emoji.

You’re impossible! I sent back, though I couldn’t stop smiling.

Come out for a minute. Just a minute, I promise, he texted.

I hesitated for a moment. The house was quiet now, everyone was either asleep or getting ready for bed. If I get caught… I typed but didn’t finish.

You won’t, he assured me. One minute. That’s all I need.

I chewed on my lip, debating with myself before sighing. Fine. One minute, I finally sent, my heart racing as I grabbed my dupatta and slipped out of the room as quietly as possible.

I tiptoed through the hallway, the house eerily quiet as I made my way downstairs. My heart pounded in my chest, every creak of the floor making me pause to listen for any signs of life. I couldn’t believe I was doing this—sneaking out to meet Musa, knowing the chaos it could cause if anyone caught me.

I reached the front door and hesitated for a moment before slowly unlocking it and slipping outside into the cool night air. I took a deep breath, pulling my dupatta tighter around me as I glanced around. The street was quiet, with only the dim glow of streetlights illuminating the path. And there he was—leaning casually against his car, his arms crossed, and a cheeky smile plastered on his face.