Without You ✔️ (completed)

VI. cigarette: سگریٹ

He was about to leave to pick up Rabail when a feverish Ayla crashed into him. Everything else was forgotten, all the resentment, hurt and coldness. She was shaky in his arms. So fragile, he thought she was going to break. Her beautiful face was stained with streaks of tears and more were falling on his hands as he cupped her face. Removing the hair sticking to her face, he wiped her tears. Holding her in one arm, he rubbed her shoulder blades with the other hand, knowing too well that calmed her.

Her hands fisted around his shirt and she pleaded to see his mother. What the hell happened? He stood there as his mother slammed the door in his face. What the hell is even going?

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He pulled the last cigarette from the pack and lit it as he stood against the wall of the balcony. His body shivered as the bitter gust of wind whisked past him, making him sniff with cold.

He couldn't wrap his mind around it. He forgot everything for her when she was in his arms looking so damaged. He chanted to himself over and over that he no longer believed in love so what was this? Why was he still lurking in the shadows to pray that she was fine?

Uncertainty soared within him. He couldn't venture back into his past. It had done him dirty and left him in pieces and here he was trying to find his peace in something that'd surely kill him one day. Putting venom in his veins to soothe the heartbreak of his past.

He inhaled the toxins one more time from the cigarette that warmed and damaged his lungs... His relationship with smoking summed up in those two words. This was his fourth of the day. The need has gotten worse since she had been back in her life and even worse since he had gotten back to his roots. The addiction he developed over the years now kept him sane. Although it killed him slowly, it was still much less threatening than the other drugs he was on the brink of getting addicted to.

He took one last drag of the death stick as his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and it was a text from Asfandyar.

Asfandyar
Going to Pakistan tomorrow.

He knew very well what caused this change in course.

Zachary
What did he say?

Asfandyar
No fucking remorse.

Zachary
that's cold. Should've beat the shit out of him long ago

Asfandyar
Should've especially what he put Ayla and Kabir through.

Zachary
What? What did he do to her?

He exhaled the nicotine, staring at his phone. A wave of fear draped his body. He hoped and prayed what happened to Asfandyar didn't happen to Ayla because, fuck, he was going to set this world on fire

Asfandyar
Nothing.

Zachary
DUDE!!!

Asfandyar
Rabi wants Kabir, Ayla and you to come with us to Pakistan. She profusely insists.

He chuckled. Ahh, Rabail Noor, a rainbow in their gray life.

Zachary
Your wife is obsessed with me.

Asfandyar
You wish, princess.

Zachary
She is taking me on your honeymoon. She is regretting marrying you.

Asfandyar
Go fuck yourself!

Zachary
let me know if you need someone to cuddle with when she leaves your boring ass.