ISHQIYA

Unkaha Ishq III

Zaeem was in front of his dressing table, smiling to himself.

Many things have changed since he left, apart from his house, his father's family...

No the man who donated his sperm.

That man's family were trying to get acquainted with them.

And Shifa..........

Zaeem takes out a blue shirt from his wardrobe thinking about her.

This shirt was also gifted by her on his 24th birthday, and after that he left......

He buttoned up his shirt smiling to himself.

Shifa.......

Shifa was his khala's daughter. She was 8 year younger than him, so he always acted like over protective for her, he saved her from being bullied, he learnt sign language for her, and he was even with her when she lost her mother and father.

After that man left him and his mother alone, Shifa's father took care of them.

His khalu was like a father to him, actually more than a father.

He used to take care of them, he used to take care of his expenditures, his studies, everything.

Then one day his other father also left him, in an accident.

It was like he lost everything, but he acted as strong because he had to take care of 17 year old Shifa.

After her mother-father's death, she came to live with them, he helped her from coming out from that aloof zone.

And she took care of his every needs, his files, his late night coffee and food, his everything.

Then one day......

It was Shifa's 18th birthday.........

His mother throws a bomb on him....

About his marriage with Shifa. He couldn't process the fact that how can he marry a mute girl like her.

So, he shouted, on both of them.

And that night he left the home.

He still clearly remembers each and every word.

"What are you saying, ammi?" He narrowed his eyes, not believing his mother.

"I am saying about your marriage to Shifa, what's the problem in that, you know each other since childhood, you understand each other, you care for every need for each other, no one can be best choice for her dear." Zubaira, shook her head slightly trying to make him understand.

"And what about my choice?" he demanded.

"What.........."she sighed, looking down.

"I am going to marry a mute girl like her, what will people say? What will my colleague say? That you married a mute girl? And how I am gonna talk with her, by dancing with hands, how will I introduce her to my friends, by dancing with hands?" he yelled.

He shook his head, not believing that what his ammi wanted to do.

"Why are you saying like this dear, you......" Zubaira said.

He gave out a chuckle "Why am I saying like this, ammi, I didn't know taking her home would become my biggest problem." he murmured, closing his eyes in irritation.

Zubaira tilted her head and said "Her father also gave us a roof to live, he took care..."

He now glanced at silent Shifa, who was looking down, standing in a corner, "So, because his father takes care of us, we are also taking care of her, did her father take care of us because one day I can sell myself to his mute daughter." He said, pointing his finger to Shifa.

"Zaeem..." Zubaira called out for him softly.

But cutting her words he turned to Shifa and goes slightly near to her and yelled "And you, what do you think of yourself, you will take care of me and I will have you as my wife, haan, I didn't know that our 18 year old Shifa can play so well, perfect, but listen I am not gonna marry you, never ever, I would be better If you keep your so called romantic thoughts for me to yourself."

Shifa now looked at him in horror, she looked into his eyes trying to read if he read her diary.

Zaeem smirked and snapped at her "What! Yes I read it, my dear cousin, oh Zaeem is so good, Zaeem is so handsome, how it will be if...."

"I didn't know Zaeem that one day you will become worse than your father." Zubaira said in regret.

Zaeem looked at his ammi, pressed his lips in grim line and spits at Shifa staring at his ammi "Did you listen because of your romantic thoughts, she is comparing me to that man," he grabs her elbow painfully "did you?"

Shifa tries to free herself from his hateful grudges, she sobs, and slaps his hand with her soft one, He grabs her more tightly.

"Zaeem stop it, I thought, you understand her to well.........why are you behaving like this, if you will not understand her feelings, then who will, who will marry her........." Zubaira yelled at him.

He throws her on one side releasing her, disgustingly like she was not made for his touch.

"Probably some old coot, who will take care of every need, her so called feeling, because not any..." he said twisting his lips to his side.

"Zaeem, stop it, you will marry her or....." Zubaira seethed in anger.

Zaeem looks at her with unbelief in his eyes then and chuckles and hissed "Or, or common speak or.......Ok, or I will leave this house, it's better I will leave this house and go away from these conspirators."

He packs his bag and comes out from his room, Zubaira grabs his hand, tries to stop him, sobbed hysterically but nothing stops him.

"Zaeem.....Zaeem.......Zaeem"

His mother shouted at him, yelled his name, grabbed his hand, but he....

Left from there.

He came out from his trance, takes a deep breath.

He was sweating, he caressed his chest, to say his heart to slow down.

He gave himself a triumphant smile.

Because he will now win her back.

A/N:- New Updateeeee, Readers, I told you bachte-bachate, cchupte-cchupate, I will try to update and here it is.

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