Hirz-e-Jaan

Junoon 11 (Last)

Author's POV

The next few days after the dawat were spent packing and slowly adjusting to the fact that they had to move. Where they lived now, it was very easy to have guards without anyone noticing. However, that would not be the case when they lived in a residential area.

So Salaar decided to provide a resident to his guards on the top floor. This made his heart a bit at ease to know that Zara wouldn't be alone at home when he wasn't there. The move took a few days but they eventually settled in fairly quickly.

Zara's parents were extremely happy to see them move and Mrs. Siddiqui was overly happy that Zara had such a loving and caring husband. Although she was initially against the marriage but she couldn't help but be grateful and thank her God for such an amazing life partner for her daughter.

Zara mostly spent her day at her parent's home, taking care of Mr. Siddiqui. She would go back home in the evening to welcome Salaar and spend the evening with him, with some evenings spent having dinner with the Siddiqui family.

It had been a few weeks since they had shifted. Salaar was doing all he could to support his in-laws. He would go over and chat with Mr. Siddiqui and check up on him as often as he could. He would take care of any household chores that needed the involvement of a male.

In the night, he would be in bed with Zara. The next morning, he would be off to look after his organization along with Mikael and Rayyan before Zara was awake.

It was just another evening as Zara was waiting for Salaar to come home. It was way past the time he usually arrives. Zara was about to pick up the phone and call him to see when he would be home when the doorbell suddenly rang.

She rushed to open the door. Her heart unknowingly beats fast to see Salaar. She opened the door and said, "Assalamualaikum" (Greetings)

Salaar replied in a tired voice, "Walaikumassalam.", and walked right in the house, skipping the usual hug he gave Zara. (Greetings)

Zara felt a pang of hurt in her heart but assumed he might be tired. She closed the door and followed him into the house. "Apka din kesa raha?" (How was your day?)

"Theek tha." Salaar said as he fell on the sofa and untied his tie. (It was alright.)

"Mein khana lagati hoon, ap fresh ho ke aa jayein." Zara said as she was about to enter the kitchen. (I'll ready the food while you go and freshen up.)

"Uski koi zaroorat nahi he. Mujhe bhook nahi he aaj. Men sone jaa raha hoon." Salaar replied as he got up and went towards their room. (There's no need for that. I'm not feeling hungry. I'm about to head to bed.)

This was unusual for Salaar. Salaar knows that Zara doesn't eat until he comes home and prefers she eat with him. Zara followed Salaar in the room to ask if everything was okay.

She saw Salaar trying to take his clothes out to head into the shower. She stood in front of the bathroom door, blocking his way. Salaar looked at her and raised one of his eyebrows in question.

"Kia howa he? Mood off kion he?" Zara questioned, crossing her arms. (What happened? Why is your mood sour?)

"Zara side pe ho mene shower lena he." Salaar said, trying to move past Zara. But Zara was adamant on getting her way this time and stood her ground. (Zara, move aside, I have to shower.)

"Nahi pehle batao baat kia he?" Zara insisted, not willing to rest until she knew. (No, first tell me what the matter is?)

Not willing to talk to her, Salaar side stepped once again to try and go into the bathroom. As expected, Zara stood in front of him again. Salaar looked straight at Zara with a hard look. A look meant to scare people but Zara knew Salaar would kill himself before he hurt her.