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"So you're saying...."

"Yes..." Nuha yelled up at the ceiling of Ayat's room "he's the same guy, he said he'll find me, he did and now o don't. know. what. to. dooo" she screamed

"First of all sh..." Ayat whispered massaging her temples.

"Second" she paused "so what?"

"So what?!" Nuha shouted.

"I mean what can you do about it now?" Ayat asked shrugging her shoulders. 

"Leave the job" Nuha suggested but shook her head seeing Ayat's long bored stare.

"Okay that's not a good idea, but what do I do" she groaned falling beside Ayat on her bed.

"How about you ignore what said and live your life how you were before finding out he's a stalker" Ayat suggested.

"How does one live normally knowing they have a stalker?" Nuha asked rolling her eyes.

"He's not a - I'm stalking you so I could kill you - kind of stalker. He just found out where you worked and....." Ayat stopped mid sentence and nodded her head

"yeah leave the job, you and I both can leave our stupid bosses and move to bora bora with Mihrimah. How's that?"

"Sounds delicious but we'll soon go broke"

"Damn it" Ayat cursed punching the mattress.

"Tell meee what do I do?" Nuha drawled.

"If i had any good expectations from men I would tell you" Ayat deadpanned and Nuha fell silent at her remark.

Dark times they were.

"But if you think from my point of view..." Nuha till tested the water because she desperately needed an advice.

Ayat sighed deeply before pulling Nuha to herself.

"I honestly don't know" she said making Nuha's hopefully raised eyebrows to fall back down and slam a pillow in Ayat's face.

"Ow" Ayat moaned in pain as the wound on her head ached and Nuha's eyes widened.

"Sorry" Nuha said hugging her friend who was clutching her head for dear life.

"Nuha" Ayat whined but it was replaced by a groan that left the black haired woman's lips as she felt her arm being punched.

"You bit—" Nuha was silenced by the shrill ringing of her phone.

"Hello?"

"Yeah she's here now. Here you go" Nuha said passing the phone to Ayat and Ayat raised her eyebrows in question.

"MiMah" Nuha mouthed and Ayat nodded.

"Salam Mah" Ayat greeted.

"Mama" the little girl sniffled and at frowned at her trembling voice.

"What happened?" Ayat sighed feeling her brain fall numb against the forces of her painkillers.

"I'm sorry" the girl mewled and Ayat shook her head.

"For what?" She asked.

"I misbehaved yesterday" she heard her child say in a small voice.

"Ah..." Ayat chuckled "it's okay. Atleast you realize your mistake. And I'm sorry too. I know you why frustrated from moving homes. Don't worry I'll come and get you soon for good this time" she explained with a smile and Nuha gave her a confused look.

"Really?" Mihrimah squealed and Ayat yet again chuckled.

"Yes. It's about time I bring my baby home" Ayat whispered at the end and felt herself drifting away in a puddle of insecurities.

"Yes.... Finally. I'm so happy mama you don't even know. I'll start my packing just now. Will you come tomorrow? The day after?" She could imagine her daughter jumping up and down like a kangaroo and she let out a laugh.

"Hopefully. Inshallah by tomorrow you'll be home" Ayat said and prayed for herself to stay true upon her words.

"Okay. Baby. Now sleep tight, don't forget to recite all your duas" Ayat said lastly as she bade her goodbye.

"You're bringing her home?" Nuha asked and Ayat nodded.

"Why so suddenly?"

"I've hurt her enough"

"Fair."

"I'll go set your closet and make room for her" Nuha jumped excitedly and ran towards her closet while all Ayat did was shake her head with a smile on her face.

"Thank you so much" Nuha came back and jumped on her kissing her cheek tightly making her bones ache.

"Nuha" Ayat groaned.

"Sorry" she grinned sheepishly.

"Stupid girl"

"I'll finally have my mini me" Nuha gushed from inside the closet.

"You mean, a mini me" Ayat corrected.

"Whatever, half and half" Nuha said poking her head out.

"I'm taking an off tomorrow. Since I don't have my car can you go pick up Mihrimah for me?"

"Of course I can" Nuha exasperated and Ayat nodded while laying down.

"Now I'm going to sleep don't steal anything—"

".... You have the new versace heels" she heard a gasp

"From me" Ayat concluded rolling her eyes.

"You not taki—"

"I'm so taking them" Nuha exclaimed.

"I haven't even worn them yet"

"Okay. So you wear them around tht house and I wear them to the annual dinner coming this weekend"

"Wow.. what a brilliant solution" at rolled her eyes.

"Go to bed" Nuha yelled and Ayat rolled her eyes yet again.

Soon enough the clattering of things ended and limbs tangled against her as she sleepily cuddled close to her friend.

Nuha much like always changed into a pair of Ayat's pajamas and crashed in her bed with her, hugging her tightly to get hearts content she rolled into the world of her dreams.

"I've sent your leave email, I'm leaving. Your breakfast's in the cupboard, have some cereal will you"

"Go away already"

"Yeah whatever. Bye" Nuha sassed rolling her eyes and flipping her hair back intentionally causing her ponytail to slap Ayat in the face.

"I hate you so much"

"Yeah I doubt that you do"

Ayat didn't reply but her stare made Nuha sashay out of the door leaving the caramel haired woman to sigh tiredly.

Pain hammered her head and her eyes weighed more than a ton, sleep wasn't what she needed neither rest. It was late in the evening when she felt as though the couch will eat her up.

She shook her legs multiple times to let go of the numbness but it didn't wash away. She changed into a set of leggings and a jumper to look the least presentable for her daughter.

She was about to breakdown - and cry as self loathing and anxiety took over her - when the doorbell rang.

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Early in the morning the one thing that Zaviyar wanted was his nice warm cup of coffee but his assistant wasn't their. He tried calling her multiple times to give her an earful about how to get things done when his pc pinged with a notification.

Seeing her name on display he harshly clicked the email open and read through it with an angry scowl that soon dissolved into worry as he read through the lines stating her ill health situation.

He dialed her number once again but it was switched off ; that only pissed and worried him for her.

Trying to get everything done was a hard task, having to look into his schedule on his own rather than having it dictated to him, assigning jobs to Brianna - an intern - was even harder.

"You're all done for the day, no more meeting" she chirped and he gave her a disapproving look for her high pitched squeak.

"Very well then. I'll get going" he said getting up from his seat. Stretching his muscles he groaned because of the ache in his shoulders.

His eyes caught a pair of dilated blue ones that went up and down his physique. Her bottom lip rolled in between her teeth , he rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers infront of her face making her snap out of her haze and blush a dark shade of red.

"You can leave" he said coldly making the innocent young girl nod and scurry away.

"Brianna" he called remembering a task for her.

"Yes sir.." she squeaked "I mean yes sir" she cleared her throat and looked back at him.

"Check Miss Ayat's record and jot down her address. I want it here in a span of five minutes" he said and her eyes widened.

"Five minutes?" She questioned and he raised his eyebrow challengingly.

"Yes. Go on now" he shooed her away and she nodded her head violently before running off.

"Let's see what new excuses she has to throw for her absence" he sighed hauling his suit jacket over his shoulder.

"Here" Brianna appeared with a chit and he nodded in acknowledgment before leaving her behind.

He took long strides towards his car gesturing his driver to leave for the day he got behind the steering wheel and rolled out of the parking lot.

Using his palm he steered through the traffic of the city, he drove past a flower shop when he reversed the car back and honked to get the lady's attention.

"Hello young man" she smiled and he returned the gesture.

"Hi. Can you please get me that bouquet of pink roses over there?" He pointed.

"Sure sure" she nodded and walked over to her small shop.

"Here you go" the kind old lady smiled and he thanked her before handing her the money.

"Wait here I'll bring the chan—"

"Uh.. it's okay you can keep it." He replied with a smile.

"Are you sure?" She asked with a confused frown.

"Yes" he said softly and she smiled patting his head.

"I hope your girl likes these flowers" she said.

"Girl? How do know I'm taking these for a girl?"

"Most boy your age buy flowers for their girlfriends, so I guessed you'd be taking these for someone special" she said.

"She's actually just a colleague" he explained and the woman flushed.

"I apologise for making assumptions"

"No no it's alright. You didn't know" he smiled patting her hand.

"Good bye young man" she waved him off and went back to her shop while he drove past her with a laugh.

"Ayat and my girlfriend, yeah right" he scoffed putting the bouquet on tht passenger seat and zooming past the slow moving cars.

Reaching the destination he let out a sigh before thinking of turning back around and leaving but he shook his head and walked up to the lobby.

"Hi. I'm looking for Miss Ayat Sukhera?" He asked at the reception keeping the bouquet lowered.

"Fourth floor, apartment 403" the lady smiled professionally and he nodded in acknowledgment.

"Fourth floor" he mumbled pushing tht button on the elevator but before the door could close he saw a little girl running upto to the lift. He was about to hold the door open for her when she stopped and turned back around and just then the doors to the elevator closed.

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Ayat sprang to her feet and rushed to open the door. A smile spread on her face as she pulled the door open.

"Mihr—" her words died down as she registered the tall frame standing infront of her instead of her short timid daughter.

"Mihr? You were expecting someone?" He questioned with raised eyebrows.

"Mr Qure—" she stumbled over her words "I mean Zaviyar?" She asked surprised.

"I received an email saying you weren't feeling good. But here you have plans" he said walking in as she stepped aside and let him walk in. She stood stunned at the door for a moment.

"I... I'm not actually not that well Mr Qureshi" she explained and he turned to her after looking around her minimalist living room. A contrast of cream and brown.

She gestured for him to sit and she took a place infront of him. His eye swept over her bruises cheek and the bandaid ok her forehead.

"What happened to you?"

"I got in an accident" she said.

"Are you okay now?" He asked concerned.

"Yes. I am. I'll get you something to drink—"

"No. There's no need for that. You already don't look that good." He said moving his gaze once over her casual attire. Blinking his eyes away from her physique he cleared his throat

"These are for you" he said handing her the flowers and she smiled gratefully.

"Thank you" she smiled and his heart skipped a minor beat.

"So do you live alone?" He asked once she had forcefully brought out some soft drinks and snacks for him.

"No I live—" she started to answer but her attention was grabbed by the door opening and a happy voice of a certain ten year old squealing.

"Mama"

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