Whispers Of The Heart

Chapter 33

Wo kuch humare hote, hum kuch zyada unke, bas yahi nizaam tha,

Taqleefon se toh ghire the hum ,par sirf unke baahon mein hi aaram tha.

 Arham tossed his phone onto the bed with a sharp thud, rubbing his temples as frustration crept up his spine. He reached for the tie lying on the bed and tried to loop it around his neck, but his fingers fumbled with the knot, his mind too distracted to focus. After a few failed attempts, his irritation peaked, and with a jerk, he threw the tie down in exasperation.

"Kya kar rahe ho?" Dinayah's soft voice broke the silence as she appeared in front of him, her brows furrowed in concern. (What are you doing?)

"This damn tie is driving me crazy," he muttered, picking up one loose end of the fabric and letting it drop in defeat. He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Without saying a word, she stepped forward, her gaze soft but knowing. She gently took the tie from his hands and wrapped one arm around his shoulders, standing close as she began to fix it from the neck. Her fingers deftly worked through the motions, slipping the fabric over and under with practiced ease.

He felt the tension in his body ease slightly just from her presence, but then she looked up, her eyes meeting his. "By the way," she said casually, mid-way through tying the knot, "this tie thing is just a small issue. What's really bothering you?"

Arham fell silent for a moment, captivated by her gaze. Her eyes were so full of understanding, as if she could see right through him. He hesitated, feeling his heart rate slow down.

"How do you know there's something else?" he asked, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I've been with you long enough to at least know this much," she replied with a small grin, passing one end of the tie through the knot one last time and adjusting it neatly.

A small smile finally escaped him, his frustration lifting ever so slightly. Her touch, her words—it was like she knew how to take away some of his burdens without even trying.

"There's an issue with our office," he began, his voice still a bit strained. "We have to relocate soon, and I just can't seem to find a good place. The team's growing, and we need a larger space... and it needs to happen right after Ashar's wedding. It's just... too much at once."

Dinayah tilted her head, confusion flickering across her face. "Isme pareshan hone wali kya baat hai? You have so many connections. You'll find a place soon." (What's there to be worried about?)

He shook his head, running his hands over his hair again, his frustration returning for a brief moment. "No, yaar, I've tried everything. I can't find the kind of place I need.

"Have you asked Ashar for help, or are you trying to keep all the problems to yourself?" she asked, her brows furrowed.

"I've told him, but nothing's come through yet. And for the past year, it feels like every time I solve one problem, another one pops up. I don't know how I'll manage all of this."

Dinayah reached up and gently brushed his unruly hair off his forehead, her fingers lightly grazing his skin. "Problems keep coming, but you can't lose hope," she said softly, her touch soothing him like a balm. "You'll figure it out... after all, saara jahaan ek saath haathon mein nahi aata," she added with a playful smile. (The whole world doesn't come together in your hands.)

He chuckled, his eyes softening as he looked at her. In that moment, she wasn't just tying his tie or fixing his hair—she was grounding him, reminding him of what truly mattered. His stress and worries seemed to pale in comparison to the simple comfort she offered.