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Koi Fariyaad
Chapter 18
Zain: " It's either you listen to me or listen from my lawyer. "
His words pierced her like a metalic freezing stab, a cold wave of panic shot through her spine in the most vivacious manner.
Zain looked at her standing still... as if she had transformed into a statue made of porcelin, he took a step back promising himself that he would soon make a way to step into her territory... but first he needed to break those damned walls around her. She looked so distant.. so shocked and there was this shrill panic crossed her features but in no time she made her emotions blank.
Zain waited patiently as she slowly turned around to face him, her eyes had a veil of blankness. He could see nothing into them. He knew he had hurt her.. all over again. And he hated himself for this. He wanted to take her into his arms and sooth away all the hurt and pain caused by him, but he knew better to wait.
Aaliya: " Are you kidding me ? "
Her voice held so much hatred that zain cringed, would he ever be able to change that ? He questioned himself.
He made her features soft but not too much to show his vulnerability...
Zain: " Look aaliya... I dont want drag you and our kids to court, I dont want to let them go through all that shit in such tender age.. seeing their parents fighting for their custody. I just want to have a mature conversation with you about our kids and what to do now... "
Zain breathed pausing for a second, he watched aaliya still looking at him emotionless.
Zain: " So please meet me at dinner tomorrow, I will send you the address of the restaurant and the reservation time... "
Zain was about to turn around when aaliya's firm voice rang like a thunder, and the tone made zain know what was going on behind that emotionless veil. He looked back at her, it was fury burning inside her... fury and panic. He didnt want to cause this.. but there was no other way.
Aaliya: " And how would you do that ? Stalked me enough to get my number ? "
Zain couldnt help the slight smirk to appear.
It was now aaliya who turned around, that smirk said everything... and how she wanted to slap that smirk off his face. But she couldnt do that.. that would be childish, she had to act reasonable and logical when her children were involved.
She picked up the keys which were still lying on the ground and opened her car door. As she slid in the drivers sit... zain announced...
Zain: " Dont forget to be there, contacting a lawyer is still an option I would prefer to choose.. if you dont show up. "
Aaliya ignited the engine furiously as she sped away leaving a hopeful zain behind, who left a shaky breath finally giving away the businessman facade.
He knew.. what he was doing was litterally blackmailing her but he kept chanting in his mind... " Everything is fair in love and war.. ".
After thinking her to be dead all these years, when he found her miraculously alive and with two added additions of those innocent little joys. He didnt plan to let her go, no way in hell... And he had every intention to fight for her love... even if that meant to fight with her. Making the four of them a family.. a family filled with love and happiness.. was his destination since the moment he found her in the fire. And he would go to any extincts to reach that destination.
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Aaliya tossed and turned on her bed for the hundredth time, sleep was nowhere to be seen. The reason was none other than that heck of a jerk.. zain abdullah.
Finally with a huff.. giving up the attemts to get some sleep, she sat up on the bed and clutched her head wanting to scream in frustration. She was well aware that zain had got to her weak spot. She didnt know what to do anymore, let the father of her children suddenly making a grand entry into their lives or let him drag them to court and break into their lives.
The most disturbing thing was she already knew the answer, she would never want the latter. She knew how stressful and draining those custody battles were to children. That would leave a permanent scar and emotional wounds in their little hearts. Aaliya couldnt be that brutal to her children, she couldnt do that to her kids.
But zain could and would.. aaliya thought ragefuly. That proved how cruel.. and ruthless he still was. Who does that to their own flesh and blood ?? Of course zain abdullah.. who else ??
Aaliya pounded her head into her pillow falling back onto the soft mattress. Did zain was having split personality disorder or what ? One moment it felt like he was changed... he meant what he said when he wanted her forgiveness.. that night at her back porch. And then he goes on.. and threaten of lawyers and all.
Resting her arm upon her head.. aaliya sighed, she was confused.
Right then her phone beeped... signaling recieving a message. Rolling onto her side aaliya opened the message only to see the name of a restaurant and reservation time. Again aaliya sat up on the bed. There was a smiley face at the end of the text, what was there to smile ??
Aaliya grumbled under her breath.. so this was zain's number. And why was he still up this late at night.. aaliya thought scrunching her brows. Was he also having trouble sleeping.. like her. Then she shook her head... why would she care about that man?
And with a saddened sigh she realised.. she was in for another sleepless night.
Faint sound of a guitar playing reached her ears right then, she didnt have to guess anymore who was that musician next door. Groaning loudly aaliya pressed her fluffy pillow upon her head in an attempt to block out the enticing tone.
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