She fell in love. She couldn't be with him. She married someone else. She fell in love again. Then she fell apart.
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Iraj Kazmi knows only one thing, that she's always right. Then life proves her wrong...
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Iraj came back from her visit to her friend's house at night and saw that her entire dining table was spread with many dishes and candles that were lit. She stood there staring at the view and then groaned out, "Azfar! Are guests coming home at this time? I'm tired."
She sighed because her legs were hurting after spending an entire day first strolling on the beach sand with Hamna and then they had ranted about their husbands at her house for two hours.
"Sit down." Azfar pulled the chair for her and took her purse from her hands as he walked into the room with a dish in his hands.
"Azfar, why don't you ever tell me when your business associates are coming ahead of time?" She sat with a big pout.
Azfar started serving her favorite fried chicken and fries on her plate as she whined, "It's for us. Only."
Iraj beamed and smiled at him, "It is? You made dinner for both of us?" She started to eat with a cheerful laugh.
"It is." He sat opposite to her at the table and ate his own food in silence.
"This is so good Azfar. I love it!" She kept on eating and complementing his cooking.
He was quiet the whole time and Iraj refilled her plate with more things he had made. He had even made kebabs and mutton chops that she loved. The marination itself was for hours and she wondered what made him put in so much effort for the majestic dinner being served to her.
When she was finally done eating she smiled with her raised brows, "So, did you get a big project or something?"
"No." He lightly shook his head.
"Then? What's the occasion?" She sat with puzzled eyes.
"My wife's birthday." He stared into her eyes.
"Right, right." She agreed ignorantly and then realization hit her, "Oh, it's, it's, uh my birthday." She let a low gasp out and blinked at the thought.
"Yes, it is." He stood up and walked out of the room while she sat in a state of shock. Her birthday was never an eventful day for anyone in her family all her life. It was always a random day for her parents. It had always been the same for her brother's birthday as well. Most of the time they both would even forget the day themselves. And history had repeated itself again.
"Happy birthday." Azfar came and stood beside her placing a cake with candles lit on it in front of her.
"I, forgot about it." She admitted with a small chuckle.
"You did last year too." He remarked.
"But last year you weren't here." She reminded him of his trip to Europe for work.
"Yes but I called you at twelve and you didn't mention your birthday at all." He pointed out with his brows raised now. "Anyway, come on now make a wish and cut the cake." He brought his face close to her and smiled.
