Eid Mubarak ya'll
A little bit of cute stuff I think? At the start.
Make sure to vote and Comment cause honestly this chap was kinda hard to write tbh!!!
Enjoy!!
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When the Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil held his daughter in his arms for the very first time, his entire life started to flashback right in front of him.
From the moment he was able to understand faces and what those faces said, to the very moment of him holding his daughter in his very arms.
He remembered the face of his dead sister, the one that no one in his family ever talked about because it was too painful, he remembered the first time his mother had told him to get out of the room at the mere age of nine years, he remembered how angry she had been at him for entering her room without permission, she had told him to get out of her sight before his father had suddenly entered and picked up Zaydaan.
He had yelled at his own wife..telling her to stop being rude to his precious son, he remembered being sent to the boarding, he remembered crying in the middle of the night, he remembered meeting Minal for the very first time, he remembered breaking her heart.
He remembered meeting Aaina for the very first time and feeling her light spread over his darkness, he remembered how scared she had been, a little dove trying to adjust in a cruel, cruel world.
He remembered how she just wanted for him to care and he remembered how hard it was for him to actually care. He remembered being so scared when he heard about the attack and he remembered how hard his heart had beaten the moment he had seen her, safe but afraid. He remembered her confession, she loved him.
He remembered how suffocated he had felt, like a burden. He remembered his conflicted feelings, his anger, his cruelty, he remembered how he had almost decided to marry Minal and he remembered how that moment had actually defined his true love for Aaina, the only woman whom he truly wanted to be with.
He remembered telling her how much he loved her and everything changing right in that moment, their lives turned lighter, happier. He remembered the moment she had told him she was pregnant and how the panic of being a father had set in, the one that he had covered up with his blank face and charming nature.
But nothing, nothing could ever compare to this. Nothing could ever compare to holding his baby girl in his arms. Her tiny hands and her pink face, her small lips and her nose that actually resembled his, her pretty eyes and that frown on her forehead as she slept soundly.
She looked so magical, like a fairytale.
In that moment, Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil promised himself that he would be the best father to his little girl. He wouldn't manipulate her for the sake of his love, he wouldn't shove his dreams on her and he wouldn't raise her as some heartless person.
He promised himself that he would love his daughter, no matter what.
Because she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Who cared about the world when he had it right in his arms?
Zaydaan x Aaina.
"Prime Minister Sahab went to a meeting as soon as he arrived in Bahawalpur. Security alert hai poore mulk mai is waqt, Shifa lekin sab se high alert par Bahawalpur hai. Kaha jaa raha hai ke Prime Minister Sahab koi sakht faisla laine lage hain.
(There's a high alert in the entire country, but especially in bahawalpur. It's being said that the Prime Minister is going to be making a firm decision today.)"
