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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"Hafsa, why is this locked?" Iraj twisted the knob of the the room she hadn't even stepped near to in the past one month and a half since she'd come back. Azfar's study.
Her maid who was standing in the corridor looked away from her, "Sir has the keys."
"Oh, okay." Iraj's hand left the metal fitting on the door and she remembered that it must've been kept locked now because whenever she had ever been to that room she always did some damage. Breaking his things or something else.
"Iraj ma'am, are you alright?" The woman saw her face losing its usual expression as she went still staring at the floor.
She looked up and tried to smile, "Yes, yes I'm fine."
Hafsa nodded and then went downstairs while Iraj couldn't recover from the fact that her husband still didn't want her to touch his things. Maybe he wasn't wrong to do so right?
"Jaan, what happened, aren't you coming down for dinner?" Azfar came looking for her as she hadn't been at the table since the last twenty minutes.
"I am." Her thoughts were still heavy but she walked downstairs with him not speaking about it right away.
They sat at the table and he brought his hand forward to feed her like every day. "Here, have this first. You'll like the taste." It was some fried cutlet.
She ate in silence at first and then spoke, "Azfar?"
"Yes jaan." He would always feed her first and then eat his food, his hand went to cut the piece of roast and shift it into the plate for Iraj.
"Can I ask you something?" She glanced at him feeling her chest tighten.
He brought the fork closer to her mouth for her to eat the small piece of meat and then went on making her finish it, "Now you can."
Swallowing her food down her throat she said, "Do you still worry about me breaking your things?"
"What?" He was about to start eating but set his plate aside at once, "What are you talking about jaan? There's nothing of mine that isn't yours so, why would you even say that?"
"You locked the study, I used to mess it up a lot." She told him what she felt but then she also didn't want to sound petty, "I understand, you can keep it open, I won't go—"
"Jaan, no, please." His hands went right around her face holding it, "Were you thinking that when I came upstairs?" When she looked down instead of answering he knew what she must have thought.
"That's not why I locked it meri jaan, even if you intentionally put it on fire I would never feel that you need to stay away from anything that's mine." His hands softly moved her face to look up at him, "I locked it because I don't go there anymore. It's a useless place so..." Pausing for a moment he tried to not let his tone slip its strength, "But please don't ever think of such things again."
