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Guys,i know that you all are very depressed ,regarding offscreen and onscreen..but since i don't write offscreen..ao I wrote something on ZAYA to cheer you all up..Its not guttery ..but sweet and realistic..Hope u all like it!
Orders were to be delivered by seven that morning and Aaliya had stayed behind prepping vegetables for the next morning.She would have to start cooking at four to complete the dishes and get them going.she filled the last tupperware box with shopped gingers and put them in the fridge.She turned around when he caught her eyes.
"Mumbai waapas chale jao..Mr.Zain Osman Abdullah"She scoffed at him,seeing him toss and turn on the floor,where he had placed a jute rag to sleep on.
"kyun?"
"floor par sone ki adadt nahi hai tumhe...tum MKB Groups ke maalik ho..tum aise dhabe mei kaam karoge--usse behtaar toh hai tum apna saaman lo aur chale jao.Waise bhi lagta to nahi hai ki tum so paoge aaj raat.."her scorned burned him and her words seemed like a sucker punch to his gut.
The glare in her eyes,sliced open his wounds which had started to heal.
"mere baare me itna mat sochiye madam..amin ek saal main theek se soya nahi hoon--adat ho gaya hai.Aur pata hai,main kyun so nahi pata -kyunki meri jo biwi hai na-Aaliya,woh mujhe chodd kar chali gayi ek saal pehle.main so nahi pata kyunki raat ko woh mere bagal mei nahi soti..kyunki aaj mujhe sir mei dard hota hai to te maalish karne ke liye woh nahi hai mere paas.."
"mujhese yeh sab ummed bhi mat karna.."
"Umeed pe hi toh duniya qaim hai...aap so jayiye
..Shab Bakhair..'
her insides churned at teh sight of misery and pain in his eyes as she saw hm slip under the covers.Unbidden tears which made their way out of her eyes,wet her cheeks.She wen to teh cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of oil.Pouring some in a small bowl,she heated it ot a lukewarm temperature.There was aconstant battle between her heart aand her mind,as she dragged her feet to where he was sleeping.She sat down beside him,and pulling his head onto her lap,she applied the oil.Zain's eyes fluttered open and he watched as she gently massaged his hair.He tried hard not to exprss ths staccato burst of happiness and hope within himslef,but the small smile that had appeared on his face disappeared as soon as she gave him a stern look.
"Madam aap yeh sab mere liye.?"
"Chup.shut up.."
"Par Kyun..?"
"Just shut up Zain ..Tum do minute ke liye chup rahoge!"She silenced him and went back to what she was doing.
"Just shut up Zain ..Tum do minute ke liye chup rahoge!"She silenced him and went back to what she was doing.
He had almost dozed off..as the ache in his head subsided,when he saw her drag anotehr rag beside him and lay down,tugging at his cover.She snuggled against him and turned to her side.His hands involuntarily wrapped around her petite waist,as he spooned her,without any restriction from her end.
"Aal-ya.?."He whispered back in adaze,his voice questioning her sudden change in demeanor.
"Shh.."she interwined her fingers with hers.her breathing slowed down and the only sound audible was the beating of their hearts against their skin.He dug his hair,in the cove of her neck ,pulling her closer,takign in ehr warmth and her smell..
Aaliya went off to sleep...she had not forgotten her past..neither had she forgiven him..she had not forgotten that they were no more together but miles apart..she had not forgotten her broken reality..yet she just wanted to forget everything for that night..help him forget the past for that night..and pretend that everything was alright...that was a night o remembe..and the first time in 1 year that they have had a peaceful slumber.
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