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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"Why don't you settle in, till then I'll bring lunch for you." They had just entered the house after reaching Karachi, the housekeepers were carrying their luggage inside when Azfar stopped by the staircase.
"I just want to sleep. I'm not hungry." Iraj didn't want to even look around to recollect any images from the past.
"Jaan, please eat a little, you haven't had anything since we boarded the plane. Don't sleep on an empty stomach, you need to take your medicine too." He insisted holding her hand as she moved to go up the stairs.
"Okay." Withdrawing her hand from his she went upstairs. First to her room and then to the bathroom for a shower. Many of her clothes were still in her old closet. She changed into her shorts and came out to lie down on the bed for a short nap.
Azfar had been waiting in his bedroom assuming that she was in his bathroom but after fifteen minutes he checked every separator in his room and she was nowhere there. He went out thinking she must've gone to the kitchen to get food but saw the lights of the room on the other end of the floor switched on.
He went there and saw Iraj sitting on the bed of the room he had once designed for his wife to live in, "Iraj? Why are you in this room?"
Passing a puzzled look she shrugged, "What do you mean? It is my room."
He understood at once what was happening now, "Jaan, I shifted your things to our room."
"That room is nothing like me." Her reply was fast and plain.
He didn't want to react with much transparency, "Oh." Nodding with a smile he tried to read her face, "Then I'll shift here."
"Why? It will only trouble you more, where will you sleep?" Her question was valid in her mind, why would he leave his precious room to shift in her room?
"Don't worry about my troubles." Unbothered he announced with assurance, "I'll obviously sleep here, where else?"
"There's no space for you to sleep here." She tried to make it clear for him that he was better off in his own room.
"The bed is huge enough for more than three people." Trying to avoid her point he indicated towards the bed making his reason more logical.
"No, I don't want you to sleep next to me." Now she had finally said it with straightforwardness.
"Oh. Oh, right." Still he was not affected, "I'll sleep on that couch then." His response was easygoing.
She was unhappy with his decision, "It's uncomfortable."
He patted the couch like a salesman showing its durability, "It's not. It's all good."
She frowned at his stubbornness, "Why? Why are you doing this Azfar?"
He calmly walked towards the door and spoke, "Alright, first let's have lunch then we'll talk, I'll get your things and mine shifted here right away."
Azfar went downstairs to the kitchen to get lunch for both of them and then came back to the room meanwhile the housekeepers had shifted his things in Iraj's room.
