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Hey everyone... heres the next chapter and ofcourse the awaited one. I hope you like it.
I dedicate this chapter to the new reader over here... " TashaForever ". Welcome buddy...😃 hugs to you.
Special thanks to " Maneesha_Shanak " for the backyard idea... thnks dear 😊
So.. as you can see guys.. I love your suggestions.. assumations and wishes, they encourage me to write specific scenes and make different ideas to click into my mind. So please please... keep commenting... keep letting me know about how you feel about this story and the updates.
Aaliya sat on the back porch steps of her house, her hands folded across her knees and her chin rested upon them. The whole day passed in anxiety, there were too many things working as a slow poison inside her.
It was still hard for her to belief that zain had truly come back in her life and had knocked on her doorstep... knocked on her happy life which she had built up brick by brick in the past six years with dedication and so much hard work. And now this all was in threat.. threat of that one person's return.
What would she tell him if he asks about her children... their father. No.. she would never let him know... otherwise everything would be ruined... everything.
She had went too far leaving her past behind. She thought she had managed to make her life perfect with the two most adorable loving children in it, a stable career and a roof upon her head... only to suddenly turn back and discover that.. the past that she had left behind had just followed right after her.
Why was fate putting her into this test ? Why she had to face zain again... why ?
If she was alone.. she would have... maybe again run away. Its not only zain she was running away from.. it was her so called brother.. asad.. it was her haunted past life she was running away from and she definitely didnt intend to go back to that state.. never. But she wasn't alone now, she had now two little people to think about. She couldnt risk their future or make their life unstable.
She was torn between hiding and avoid the reality.. or stand up and face it.
Sighing she closed her tired eyes.
A voice so husky called out her name in the softest way possible, so soft and sincere that she felt like she would melt into it. She opened her eyes only to lock them into two dark pair of eyes looking into hers intently.
Zain leaned against the pillar of her back porch step. It was past twelve at night, he had been looking at her from quite a while now.. sitting here... lost.. dazed out in her thoughts. Only if he could know what those thoughts were.
He had been wandering around.. keeping his eyes on her house... finding a way.. an opportunity to talk to her. But when he saw that opportunity arrive... her walking out thorugh the back door, he suddenly found himself dwelling into two different directions... to go ask for her forgiveness and keep begging till she melts.. or straightaway ask her those questions he was dying to get answers of since he met her last night.
It took a couple of seconds for aaliya to come out of the shock. She knew this was inevitable, zain would somehow find a way to talk to her. His living in the neighbourhood had only worsen things even more. But why he wanted to talk to her ? Wouldnt he be happy... thankful that she was out of his life, that he didnt have to marry her and sacrifice his so called reputation ? He should have been avoiding her like a plague. He hated her.. right. She still remebered the venom in his voice that morning, he clearly didnt want to see her face ever again... he had made that pretty clear not just that day but always.. every single moment of her life when she was around him. Then what had change that fact now.
Silently she stood up, she was about to turn around and walk away... but before she could zain's hand gripped her wrist, stopping her.
The double meaning of his words weren't unnoticed by aaliya.. nor was the tingle on her skin by his touch, which only made anger bubble up from deep withinn her. The pent up anger of years was slowly surfacing.. like how lava slowly erupts from a awakening volcano.
Yanking her hand away from his grip... aaliya yelled whispered...
He gazed deep into her eyes.. letting the genuineness to show, hoping she would understand.. that she would believe. He wanted to say... not only forgiveness, he wanted.. no needed her love too, he needed her and he needed all of her. Parts of that " all of her " were her kids too.. and he greedily.. selfishly wanted all of them.
For a moment the genuineness in his eyes took aaliya by shock but then... she gathered herself together. This was zain abdullah... the player, ofcourse he had a lot of practice with those looks and charms.
Zain was taken aback by the look of disbelief crossed her face, he immediately knew by instinct she was going to flee. So he quickly went around and stood before the door blocking her way into the house.
She again yelled in a low tone, the last thing she wanted now was to wake up the sleeping people inside the house or the neighbourhood.
Zain shook his head into negative...
For a long minute aaliya stared at him.. with questions of her own whirling in her mind. For a moment it felt like she was talking to somebody else... not the zain she knew years back. Quickly she looked away from him... at anything which was not him, it was all her assumations.. she said herself. And she was not going to jump back to the hole she managed to climb out.
She almost raised her tone but managed to bit back at the end.
Zain was determined, it was now or never...
His voice shook, there was desperation and hope in his voice. His heart longingly thumped inside his chest pleading with every single beat to hear the one word .. yes. Somewhere deep down he knew the answer... but he needed to listen it from her mouth. Still there was the surname thing...
Aaliya's face suddenly went pale, he watched her gasp hearing the question. She looked down at the ground with a blank face.
It felt like a decade had passed in silence... so zain repeated...
He desperately held her shoulders now and shook her a little... wanting to shake her out from the thoughts she was drowned into.
Aaliya flinched slightly, her voice was inaudible now... there was no hint of the earlier anger...
She tried shrugging off his hands from her shoulders but he didnt have the plan to let go... not now.. not ever.
Zain felt like he was standing on a cliff and was about to fall down, her answer was the only thing which could save him. Desperation turned into anger... he demanded...
The helplessness in his voice didnt go unnoticed by his own ears...
Finally with all her strength she pushed at his chest and stepped away from his hold, she raised her tone as she screamed at him...
And right then she realised.. she realised what she had just said to him. Never had she ever felt so exposed before someone. A tear escaped her eye as her lips quivered, she began breathing heavily... almost in the verge of a panic attack.
Zain stood frozen as a number of emotions hit him, he didnt realise when aaliya ran past him inside the house.. he didnt hear the slam of the door closing behind him. He sat down on the porch infront of the closed door as his knees gave up.
Slowly a faint smile appeared on his face with the moistness of his eyes. The feeling of fatherhood fillied every cell of his being. Sarah.. sammy.. were his, he was their father.
Then like a breathless punch.. the realisation hit him with ful strength.
He was a father since six years.. but he didnt even know. He had two beautiful children to protect.. to hold.. to care and to love.. but he didnt even know them. He didnt know what they like, what they were afraid of, their tantrums.. mischiefs, he didnt know if they had any allergies... the list went on and on.
With a frustration and anger at no one else but himself he once again.. more than ever.. repented the person he was six years back.
If only he was the man he was now back then... aaliya wouldnt have left, they would have been together. And he wouldnt have to miss how she looked with her swollen belly carrying his children, he wouldn't have to miss their first cries... first words... first step.. their first birthday and all those birthday's that followed... and go knows how many " first things " were there.
He sat there in the middle of the silence of the night with a horror and agony in his chest. His children didn't even know that he was their father. The successful business tycoon... the man with all the wealth and the power to get everything he wished for... sat in someone's back porch steps, suddenly realising how poor he was... when his whole world lies there in the house.. and he wanted nothing else but to be a part of that world... a part of them.
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Nice one...
Even a thought of Ayaan condition made me nauseating...yaakk...poor Ayaan...
Loved d confusing state of zain...He deserves dat desperation...
Update soon...waiting...
Originally posted by: TashaForever
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Yayy!! I am first!( Congratulations 👏👏👏 )-----Unres------See what I meant when I said you found urself a stalker?( Should I creep... ? nope, I am really happy to have this sweet stalker... 😳 )Not just a school girl fan who'd stay up late night to read ur stuff but also a stalker who'd bag the first prize xPNow, Now.What did I just read there.*Hyperventilates*( Breath in breath out... chill ...😆 )you dedicated this osum chappie to me? ( Yep ... 😃 ... 'cause u r a sweetheart)OMGEEE.*Faints*Thank youu so muchh <3( U r welcome dear... 😊)Coming to the chapter, it was beautiful like all ur other chapters have been.I especially liked the end where Zain repents being the person he was :'')I did want a double dhamaka xPBut anyway!Awesome work maam!!Im so in love with you :*( Aww... 😳 love u too... )Update Soon.~Tanya( Will do.. take care tanya... )
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