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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"Hi!" Iraj surprised her husband with a greeting, walking from the table she had come for a meeting at the cafe, "How are you?" She smiled at him who turned around from the takeaway counter to see who had just spoken.
"Jaan, hey." Azfar's hands went automatically at the back of her head as he moved them up and down gently with a big smile on his face, "I came for lunch, how was your day?"
"It was good. We came for a meeting, why don't you come along as well?" She tugged his hand using both of hers with a chirpy grin.
His eyes turned to scan to check Mehran sitting somewhere around for a second but then he remembered she didn't feel comfortable the last time he had sat with them during their conversation, "Uh, no, no, jaan, I don't think it would be appropriate for me to—"
Immediately pouting she leaned into him with an insistent sigh, "Please na, Haris uncle is always there too, toh aap bhi ajayen na."
(,so you come too please.)
His ears rang at the mention of her father's legal adviser, "Haris uncle?"
"Baba sends him for all the meetings so that he can be aware of what documents will be needed." She'd been nodding the whole time saying it, and sliding her body sideways holding his arm like a kid.
The whole new piece of information had transformed his mood, "What? So it was the three of you meeting for lunches and dinners since the past whole month?" To say Azfar was happy would be an understatement. His Iraj had not been alone with the cockroach for lunches and dinners since the whole last month.
"Yes." She replied with eagerness.
"So the cockroach was never—" Her frown made him stop mid sentence.
Her hands though never left his arm, "Azfar. Don't call him that, please." She shook her head swinging sideways.
"Alright, alright jaan." He assured her trying to hold his smirk, "Siraj uncle is the best." He did indeed right now felt true love for his father in law's sense and intelligence.
"And me?" Iraj tilted her head with her absolute adorable eyes.
"You?" He stepped even closer and placed his hands on the sides of her face, "Come here you, my jaan." Not caring about the people passing by, he pressed his lips on her forehead, "You are the cutest, prettiest and sweetest jaan in the whole world." She hopped a little when he pulled back as her cheeks grew pinker.
"Come, let's sit." Spiraling both her arms around his left arm she pulled him to walk towards the table where Mehran was rolling his eyes and Haris Samir was busy on his phone.
"Assalam o alaikum Haris uncle, how are you?" Azfar asked as the lawyer placed the phone down at the table by the time Azfar and Iraj got there.
He stood up with a smile on his face to meet the only son in law Siraj Kazmi had and loved dearly, "Azfar! Walekum assalam! It's been a while son, how have you been?"
