There's nothing I fear when you're by my side.
She was there for him
"Even after all these years?"
"Yes even after all these years."
-ZH
The one who's stuck between the two most important women of his life, and will try to live for them...
His wome...
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Taking cotton from his hand Saira herself rubbed the site gently but it was still making him hissed while stretching his leg, "it'll be better, Kamil!" leaning down she pecked his temple drawing a smile on her husband's lips.
Turning his head on the other side he frowned looking at Ziyaan's smirk then huffed when He grinned and asked "Aya Maza? Mr Milo"
"Shut up! You mannerless kiddo!" Emphasizing his words He replied sarcastically.
Ignoring him he turned to his sister "Why did you inject him, Tiny? Not that I want to stop you, just asking, you know, for general knowledge " Ziyaan asked shrugging, still royally ignoring Kamil's glares.
Saira made a face on Ziyaan's question, rolling her eyes, she then shook her head “Mr Milo, is a doctor himself but overworked to the point that it affected his own body and the bp dropped along with the pulse!” Saira informed him not so casually
Then, she looked from top to toe at Ziyaan “but Of Course I have plenty of idiots in the form of Dr's in my house, so what can I say!” She shrugged, making Ziyaan sulk.
“Mene kuch nahi kiya! Acha!” He warned her huffing from the blanket, “Mujhe injections lagany ka bas shouk hai tum sab ko!” He grumbled making Saira adore his sulk.
She then got up and let the two of her lifelines lay down on the bed, one hiding in a blanket and the other hiding in his pillow, chuckling and patting them she left to get something for Kamil to eat.
Moments after Saira left, “Dard hua??” Ziyaan whispered, peeking at Kamil from the blanket, who rolled his eyes on the question and gave a side eye “Nahi! Bohat maza aya!”
“Acha!? Phir 2-3 or lagwa lo!” Ziyaan flashed a toothy grin at him while crawling out of the blanket. Kamil just huffed at his friend.
Ziyaan then headed towards his room, all the while pulling his sweater off, then stood in front of the mirror and started unbuttoning his white shirt under the sweater.
His reflection on the mirror was blurry for him as he was not looking at himself but was recalling the moment he saw Zeeniya in that state yesterday night.
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Striding to the bathroom, He removed his shirt and stood beneath the shower head, Ziyaan closed his eyes when the warm water ran down his toned muscular body. The health condition didn't affect the build as He was a gym freak.
And if we glance at his face, it was not the face of our usual innocent brat Ziyaan, but it has a hint of seriousness and sorrows of the past in it, the side of him which he hides from his loved ones.
“Baba don't throw zeenu out..." Ziyaan opened his eyes when all of the sudden Zeeniya's incoherent mumbling rang in his head, his heart ached for his woman.
