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Aaina x Zaydaan.
The only voice that could be heard in the room was the voice of the television reporter than kept on reading the news over and over again.
Her face showed her emotions, the utter feelings of displeasure as she read the news that no Pakistani ever wanted to read out loud.
Aaina gulped, glancing at Zaydaan.
She did not even know how she felt about the entire news, she was too shocked to even utter a word. It had been ages since she had even read a word about any terror attack taken place in the country and now here they were, in the middle of the night, listening to the news of the worst terror attack possible.
Zaydaan stayed quiet, eyes focused on the television. There were better sources that he could turn to, better sources that could tell him what actually had happened and what was the current condition but his mind felt numb and he just sat there, listening.
"The last time a terror attack took place in the country was eight years ago. Sources say that the attack was brutal, several people have been reported dead."
Aaina switched to another channel and saw the same news.
"We bring you an extremely saddening news. It is said that the attack took place around an hour ago and there has been no count of how many people are injured in the vicious attack."
"The armed forces have took charge of the area. There were threats looming in Balochistan which is why security was high alert in the province. While the armed forces and the police were busy patrolling the streets of Quetta, the terrorists attacked the city of Bahawalpur. "
Punjab. The most important province of the entire country and those fucking enemies of the state had done just that.
She didn't want to feel selfish at the moment but the thought of Zaydaan's hardwork going to waste, all those nights where he had chaired security meetings, all those days where he hadn't eaten because he was so damn busy, it had all gone to waste.
"There has been no condemnation or statement by the Prime Minister, chief minister or the army Chief. Once again, it is being said with extreme grief that Pakistan has been struck with a terror attack just an hour ago."
Finally, upon hearing his name over and over again on the television screen, Zaydaan finally stood up from his place, shaking off the shock.
"What are you going to do?" Aaina asked, standing up as well.
"I'm going to Bahawalpur."
She frowned. Was he not going to ask any suggestion? Was he not going to consult it with his team?
"At this time? Zaydaan, it's three." She mumbled in worry.
"I know, Aaina. They're my people." He replied instead.
And she understood. People, they were his responsibility. He was responsible for the well being of an entire nation and it was not an easy job.
He needed support in this moment and he needed his sheer confidence, not a coat of self blaming but a coat of self belief.
She put a hand on his shoulder, looking at him.
"I should come with you, right? I should visit the people that are affected." She asked, knowing that it was the noble thing to do.
She had always been known as the people's lady, the woman who didn't hesitate in picking up an orphan child off the street in his muddy clothes.
"I'm not sure if it's safe. Stay home." Zaydaan told her but his voice was genuinely unsure. She felt like he was silently asking her to come with him and yet his over protective husband instincts were telling him to not let her come with him.
