"Ahad please..." I gazed at his eyes. They were the deepest that I had ever found. My emotions scurried away towards a more tightening grip in my throat, pinning it to an unending saga of pain but that was not my concern.
"Trust me. Parishay was kil...
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Fire; Those metallic brown eyes had a blazing fire.
I held Jannat tighter and closer to my chest. Ahad's eyes sparked with amusement, I was protecting his daughter from him but no I wasn't actually protecting. I didn't wanted to lose the warmth that laid on my chest, snorting slowly. I peeped at his eyes, the pain that it had held once, had now turned to fire. Ardently eating all the serene his heart had.
The last time I saw him was on Parishay's funeral. So broken, devastated and vulnerable.
I wondered if he had fixed the tender part of his heart, which had fallen broken. I was scared to say anything. So afraid that I even if I greet, the broken and fixed pieces might break apart.
"Irony is that she never sleeps that way in anyone's arms except mine. She had slept peacefully in your arms, Zahiraah." He thought I was Zahiraah. I shook my head in negligence. Before I could muster up the little bit of courage to speak, his expressions were baffled.
"I am not Zahiraah," I stated. But surprise to my dismay, he spoke, "Nice joke."
He thought I was joking while I shrugged the urge to laugh. I guess he wasn't even aware of my existence. I can't blame him, I have barely encountered him.
"Good for you."
I started walking towards the room behind him. Carefully placing her in the middle of the bed, with hard puffed pillows beside her, so that she doesn't fall. I knew this tactics because of Zoya. I had been handling Zoya well past days due to the practice that Zahiraah put me through.
"Zaydaan and Zohaib are busy. Zaid and Saad hasn't reached yet. I am bored."
The thick blunder of bore had binded his voice, the lines of his forehead were widening with seconds. Zaid Atif was another maternal cousin. He was the perfect sunshine material in our lives.
"I have been trying to call Saad for a while. Hasn't your husband reached Chennai yet?— I couldn't see him anywhere."
Perplexed at his words, I sighed. He stood near the entrance, leaned in the door. My eye brows joined together in a deet of irritation. This wasn't the first time, people thought I was Zahiraah.
"Ahad, I am not Zahiraah."
Before I had thought about it, I had already walked out of the room but hadn't left near the edge of the corridor when I heard him speak, "Try this joke next time, Ms. Shaikh. Call your husband quickly."
I stomped on my feet, but didn't had the courage to speak to him. Nothing was between us but I had created a wall of fear that would reckon his heart.
I met Zahiraah near Minal. Giggling and laughing while my identity was being played with. I wanted to laugh on his face but I was deeply scared to hurt his wounded heart. I didn't wanted to touch the broken pieces, that would hurt me if I touch them.
