Hamid

"Sir, Mr.Bilal is here to see you" said the receptionist over the telephone.

"Send him in" I replied.

Minutes later, there was a knock on my cabin door.

"Come in"

In came Bilal, with a bright smile on his face.

Newly married men have this smile placed on their face and years back the same smile was on my face as well.

"You don't have to knock to come inside Bilal." I smiled.

"Yeah, yeah. You have told me this a million times. I know you're my friend but here you are the boss of this company. I need to show some respect." He smirked.

I shook my head at his reply.
He will never change.

"So how it feels to be a married man?"I asked, clasping my hands.

"Great" he beamed as he took a seat.

I opened my mouth to speak when I noticed he was staring into space smiling like an idiot.

"Ahem?" I coughed to grab his attention and he came out of his dreamland.

"Yeah?" he blushed. I shook my head.

"Sorry I didn't visited you after my wedding" he apologised sincerely.

"What? Why are you sorry? I can understand brother." I assured him.

"JazakAllah. By the way how's Saif doing?"

"Well, he's trying to improve. His teacher is helping him out." My thoughts wandered to Miss. Naureen.

"Good to hear that. So what have you thought about him?" He asked.

"What about him?" I asked with a confused look.

"Listen Hamid, Saif needs someone to take care of him. He's very young. And it's not possible for you to manage both work and him." He explained.

"So, what do you want me to do?" I was still confused.

"I'm suggesting you to bring him a mother" he said slowly.

"What? Are you telling me to remarry? You know I-I can't do that, I can't even think of it. I can't replace Razia, at any cost." I was shocked but I knew deep down I had to think of Saif. I wasn't enough for him.

"Hamid, think calmly. Think about Saif. Children need mother at this stage of life." He patted my back

I didn't have any answer. His words kept repeating in my head as I thought of my only child.

Saif needs someone to take care of him.

Children need mother at this stage of life.

But how can I replace my love?

******

Naureen

I left early in the morning as all the staff members had meeting with the principal.

Ayaan called me in the morning, I said that aunt wasn't awake yet so I'll be talking with her when I'll return.

Sidra waved at me as I entered principals cabin. It was her first day after her leave or I must say after her mini vacation.

The meeting last for about 2 hours and then we all headed back to our respective work.
I didn't had lectures for the next one hour, so did Sidra and we decided to have a chat in the staff room.

"Noor, I wasn't expecting you to forget me so soon" Sidra mocked.

She was mad at me as I didn't called her once after her wedding.

"Sidra, I thought I shouldn't disturb the newly wed couple" I explained.

"Your one call wasn't going to be a big disturbance" said Sidra with a huff.

"Of cource it would be. What if I would have called you at the time when Bilal bhai was about to kiss you? Wouldn't you'd be angry at me for calling at the wrong time." I smirked.

Sidra's cheeks went tomato red.

"See you're blushing; it says that you agree with me" I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Stop it Noor!" whined Sidra.

"Oooh.." I teased.

"Please! Cut it out" She begged.

"Okay, okay." So tell me how's married life?" I asked

"It's amazing Noor! I can't wait for you to get married. Then I'll be the one to tease you" she giggled

"Yo girl, hold your horses" I waved my hands dramatically to which she just squinted.

We talked for sometime, then returned back to work. I was writing my notes when my phone started to ring showing caller ID Ayaan. He is surely getting on my nerves now.
Ayaan had called me twice, when I was busy with the meeting, he wanted to know if I talked to aunt. I had text him, that I'll be talking when I return from work. And now he's calling me again. He's so desperate about it.

I ignored his call and kept my phone on silent mode.

"What's wrong?" Sidra raised her brow at me.

"Nothing" I shrugged

"Don't lie to me. I can sense something is wrong. You and ignoring Ayaan's calls." She breathed "NEVER"

"Yeah, cause I'm working right now" I replied nonchalantly.

"Then there's definitely something wrong cause you're choosing work over Ayaan" she frowned.

I shook my head.
"Everything is fine, Sidra" I sighed.

She shut my books and took the pen away from my hands.

"Now tell me everything. Whats going on between you and him?
Wait, don't tell me you guys had a fight!" she said her face showing surprise.

"No Sidra, we didn't fight. Last night Ayaan shared his feelings with me." I breathed sharply.

"Really? Did he propose you?" She exclaimed clapping her hands.

"What? No! He said he was in love."I said slowly.

"OMG! With you right?"she chirped.

"No, with Maheen" I sighed.

"What?" her face fell." Who's this new girl in your lovestory?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Dude, there's nothing like a  lovestory and she's not a new girl, she's aunts niece and works at the same place where Ayaan does." I swallowed.

"I must say you are very good at hiding feelings. But I know you more than you know yourself" she said.

I stayed silent. I was out of words.

"Sidra it was just a crush" I sighed looking at her.

"You and I both know that it wasn't just a crush" she came to sit beside me.

"Okay fine, I agree it wasn't a crush but I don't want to go further. I want it to end it here. He's in love with someone else and I can't force him to like me. He doesn't even know about my feelings and I don't even want him to know. So promise me that you won't bring this topic again and you won't tell him anything about this." I pleaded.

"Noor, calm down. I promise I won't tell him anything. And I guarantee you that you'll find someone a lot better than him." She assured me with a genuine smile.

I gave her a small smile in return.

'I can admit I don't like you anymore, Ayaan, but how do I tell you that I'll get the same heart-attack I used to when I hear your name.'

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