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Hello everyone... thnk u all from my heart for liking and commenting on all the chapters I posted this week... thank u so very much friends...😊😊 you guys are so so sweet and lovely... love u all.
This chapter might be the last updt for the next two months, yes.. again a long break. I need to tell you guys.. that I feel so guilty when I take these long breaks but yeh meri majboori hai... this is called life 😭( sighs ). I hope you wouldnt get angry and upset at me, because when I come back I will updt in this crazy maddening speed which I hope will cover the month long vanishings...
Forgive the mistakes please... this is not rechecked. Don't forget to hit the like button and comment. Take care... And yes... let me know about which charachter you like the most apart from zaya...😳 the pets included in the options okay, because I will try to write more about that character or charachters apart from zaya.
A couple of days passed after zain got to know of aaliya and jonathon seeing each other. How he was handling this information... not even ayaan had the idea of.
Aaliya wiped the plate with the towel in her hand after cleaning it in the sink and put it down beside the sink with other cleaned plates and bowls.
Barqat threw her hands up in the air in exasperation...
Blowing out a long breath aaliya gripped the edges of the sink and leant down, she shook her head and mumbled...
After a small pause barqat spoke in a much calmer tone... " Do you still love him ?? "
A frown appeared on aaliya's forehead as she stared blankly at the leftover bubbles in the sink. Did she have the answer of this question ?? Love... she loved him once, so much.. so much that she stayed blind at all the wrongs had been happening to her. Now... zain... he was a complete new persona, at first aaliya thought that he was just putting up a nice act but... what if he was not. What if he was for real... for real care about her. She had no doubt that he loved the kids...
Aaliya's thoughts were going on and on... to the point of the edge of insanity.
Not getting any reply from aaliya... barqat placed a comforting hand on her shoulder sighing.
Then perking up a little she blabbered... " I am gona get ready now, have a date with the french romance guru tonight and then we are going clubbing... "
Barqat left the kitchen while aaliya still stayed by the sink in deep thought.
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Barqat entered the noisy club, her expression grim.. mood sour. She couldnt believe.. she couldn't just believe that.. french bas**** dumped her. He dumped her saying that.. that she was cold... and what was that ?? Distant... stupid and unromantic.
She went straight to the bar and asked for a beer. Tonight was the night when barqat would get drunk... barqat thought vengefully. It wasn't like her heart was bleeding in pain or something, she kind of was beginning to like him and now it was a punch to her ego. And no one.. that means no one punches barqats ego.
Swallowing down two big gulps of beer grudgingly barqat began taking in her surroundings spinning on the barstool. Sweaty.. drunk... over energetic people were dancing crazily grinding their bodies together... huh.. bloody hormone driven stupids.
At last her eyes fell upon the people sitting beside her before looking at the rugged looking bartender and then ... she made a doubletake and snapped her head back to her side. What the hell !! Zain and ayaan were sitting right beside her drinking. No wait.. ayaan was drinking jack but zain was sipping on orange juice sitting solemnly. She could hear them talking between themselves...
Zain's voice was unsure but ayaan was slightly high on alcohoal so he kind of didn't notice.
Zain gritted his teeth irritated.
Ayaan thought for long minute tapping his forefinger on his chin.
Ayaan held a finger before zain...
Zain rubbed his face with his left hand while with the right hand he slammed the glass of orange juice on the bar counter before yelling lowly at ayaan...
Zain was about to yell some more but barqat couldnt take it anymore... she bubbled up in laughter. Zain and ayaan looked at barqat surprised seeing her there.
She couldnt complete her sentence and burst out laughing again. Ayaan scoffed...
Barqat stopped laughing and galred at ayaan. Rolling eyes zain moved to the other side of ayaan, he couldnt take it anymore by sitting at the middle of barqat and ayaan... zain's poor ears wouldnt be able to take so much pressure.
Ayaan slammed down his glass on the bar counter and looked at barqat.
Barqat groaned angrily and looked away. Shrugging ayaan too concentrated on her boozing.
A good ten minutes of silence later, a bulky man came and leaned on the counters age beside barqat. Barqat tried to ignore him but he was staring at her creepily, he offered to buy her a drink... barqat denied but the man was persistent.
Barqat had had enough...
She said the last part putting more pressure on her words. Anger contorted on the man's face now, in a flash he grabbed barqat's wrist.
On the other hand.. ayaan and zain was silently watching the scene for a while. Zain was about to proceed to take care of that creepy jerk but before he could do anything... ayaan stood beside barqat and spat out...
The man looked at ayaan and smirked. Ayaan ran a hand through his hair...
Barqat rolled her eyes, it was like ayaan was pleading ... begging to the man...
The man pushed ayaan away with his other hand, zain was about to now jump onto the man but suddenly screamed out a battle cry. Zain and barqat both fringed while the man looked flabbergasted. The battlecry was like from some historical movie.. picked out from some ancient war scene.
And then he was running to the man and shoved him down to the ground, barqat jumped back at the last moment. Ayaan tackled the man on the ground. But they were unaware that... that man had some friends around too. As they joined in to help the man... zain too hopped in punching away...
Some stunned men were sitting beside the bar looking at the sudden turn of events. Barqat yelled at them...
It was unsure of why those men listened to barqat and joined the massacre... it could be they were high on alcohoal and adrenaline or it could be simply barqat's words.
Tables and chairs were broken, bar stools were used to break bones... the barman had fled long back. Bottles were rolling on the ground.. some were broken, the floor of the bar was slippery by alcohoal. Police sirens could be heard while the bouncers tried to take control of the situation.
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Aaliya kept the door of the kids room slightly ajar before peeking one last time in their dimly lit room. Sarah was cuddled into a ball into her blankets while sammy's bum was up in the air as he was lying on his stomach. Meow was also sleeping peacefully at the far end of the room in it's tiny comfy pet bed.
Smiling aaliya went towards her room and sat on the edge of her bed yawning. She was about to throw herself into the warmth of her blankets when her phone rang. Aaliya looked at the number... unknown it was...
When she received the call a familiar voice sounded from the other side.
Zain's tone sounded a little hesitant this time...
Aaliya was confused, why would she have to pick him up. Was zain suddenly reduced to a kid or was he trying to prank her, most importantly... where the hell was he at this time of the night. She looked at the clock to see it was half past eleven. Barqat hadn't also returned home... aaliya shook her head...
There was a moment of silence...
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A cop led aaliya towards the cell. She was wearing flats but still her footsteps echoed around making the prisoners of the cells at both sides turn to look at her, some were wolf whistling loudly while some were making indecent comments. Irritated and uncomfortable... aaliya felt like to show them the middle finger but instead she crossed her hands over her chest.
The cop who was accompanying her since she arrived at the police station had already briefed her about the occurings that happened to land the three rascals... zain, ayaan and barqat's ass's in zail. It took two long hours for her to do all the formalities in bailing them out.
Aaliya thanked the cop as he playfully saluted her and began to pul out the keys to unlock the cell.
Grtting her teeth.. aaliya watched ayaan and barqat bickering sitting at the only bench in the right hand corner of the cell. Zain was sitting on the floor cross legged playing cards with a very big man who looked like a serial killar... draped with horrific tatoos all over.
Hearing the metal door opening zain looked up, she watched his face sparkle and then changed into a nervous expression. Ayaan and barqat had also stopped arguing and looked over at her.
Aaliya didn't say a word as she was walking out of the police station... zain, ayaan and barqat on tow.
She didn't answer. Zain tried again...
Aaliya abruptly stopped making the other three to stop on their tracks as well. The gall of this man !!
Zain tried to say something but aaliya continued without giving him a chance...
Aaliya was furious. She went more furious when she noticed zain just staring at her dazed. Right then ayaan popped in...
Ayaan pointed out.. only to get his foot stomped by a furious barqat.
Ayaan and barqat galred at each other.
Aaliya said agitated, she was sure that ayaan and barqat were slightly drunk but she couldnt say the same for sure about zain. He was talking very less, but creepily was still just staring at her. Was he possessed or something ?? Aaliya wondered.
Aaliya tapped one foot on the ground waiting for them to speak...
He nudged barqat with his shoulder, barqat quickly nodded up and down.
Ayaan and barqat slipped into the backseat while zain rode shotgun smiling. Giving zain another weird glance aaliya ignited the car to life.
After driving for a while in silence aaliya felt zain leaning a little closer towards her. The next second she felt him lowly whisper in her ear making her shiver with somthing that was definitely not cold.
Aaliya gulped and tried concentrating on the road desperately when zain tucked a loose strand of hair behind her hair. He had no freaking idea what he was doing to her. Clearing her throat aaliya stammered out...
In reply zain chuckled huskily and aaliya's heart did acrobatic flips.
He dragged a finger upwards on her forearm amking aaliya shudder, goosebumps appeared on her skin.
The car screeched connecting to the side of the pavement by the road. Aaliya gasped and gripped the steering wheel.. her knuckles turning white.
I can resist him.. I can resist him... aaliya chanted continuously in her mind.
Ayaan screamed from the back seat, barqat yelped.
Zain chuckled again, aaliya bit her cheek lightly with her teeth...
Innocently zain asked...
Making aaliya gasp again zain rested his hand on her thigh and looked out of the window as if nothing happened. The car now slipped a little sideways making tyres scream in protest, the next second she felt zain's other hand on her small hand on the steering wheel.. his whole body leaning over her. Aaliya felt like she was about to faint... She chanted again mentally.. I can resist him.. I can resist him...
He warned low.. playfully, it seemed like his words had double meaning. Okay.. maybe she couldn't resist zain that much tonight because she was tired and sleepy... aaliya pointed out.
Zain smirked looking at the road while aaliya stared at his face... those bruises of the bar fight had somehow added to his attractiveness. Damn... no one had the right to look so incredible... it was illigal...
Aaliya was almost holding her breath, because if she would breath... his smell would hypnotize her and embarrass her even more...
Ayaan said something which made barqat offended and they started again...
Blinking furiously aaliya pushed zain away with her elbow.
He asked, aaliya cleared her throat and in an attempt to get rid of the tingly sensations in the pit of her stomach... concentrated on the bickering two at the back seats.
Aaliya rolled her eyes and briefly glared at zain who smiled back in return.
Reaching home barqat and ayaan was already off to home staggering their feets when aaliya was locking her car ignoring zain's gaze upon her. She was about to walk down towards her home when she got stopped suddenly feeling the warmth and strength of his hand around her wrist. She didn't look back at him.. just kept staring at her feets.
With slow steps zain went close to her... very close, hooking a finger to her chin he made her look at him. Aaliya was drowning... slowly.. very slowly... into his addictive gaze.
She was surprised listening to her own voice, that seemed so unfamiliar.. so unlike her. She wanted to ask.. which question... there were so many he asked her in the car.. each one threatening to her sanity.
Zain smiled mysteriously not speaking out the particular question, instead he something else...
His voice was soft, aaliya was now at some other world...
His lips slightly brushed against her, she closed her eyes in anticipation... under the spell of their lips connecting.. sparking electricity all over the skin.
He took a step back from aaliya.. leaving her cold but aaliya was too lost to realise.
Growling deeply a set of thunders boomed above the sky's, cold wind made her hair to dance around.
Rain poured on her heavily as if the whole sky was about to break down over her, aaliya opened her eyes against the cold water to see zain had already left.. leaving her to drown into his words completely.
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