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Chapter No 37: Uncertainty.

Zaid uncapped the bottle while Mubashira sat down in front of him on the plush cautions settled on the floor.

Kya ker rahe ho?

She asked, her brows knitting together in a delicate expression of confusion.

The room was bathed in an orangish glow, the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows.

Wait.

He said softly, his voice carrying a hint of smile.

He uncapped the bottle of oil and the comforting scent of lavender filled the entire room.

Mubashira breathed, the scent wafting into her nose wrapping around her in a warm embrace. She felt a sense of calm wash over her which scared her. A shiver raced down her spine and her heart fluttered anxiously in her chest.

As Zaid massaged her head, his fingers slipping through her hair with a calm and skilled touch, the gentle pressure of his hands had her sighing in contentment.

Yeh Kya ker rahe ho?

Zaid smiled at her enquiry.

Tumhein comfort Kerne ki koshish.

He said softly. His hands moving over her scalp with a comforting and practiced touch.

Mubashira felt her heart flutter, a swell that found it's escape in the form of a happy laugh

Aise?

She couldn't help but ask, a mischievous twinkle dancing in her eyes.

Zaid leaned over, his breath whispering against her cheek

Haan aise.

He said softly, the warmth of his breath sending shivers racing down her spine. Her heart started pounding in her ears and she felt a mixture of emotions tangling within her.

A lump formed in her throat as she looked at him. Tears welling up in her eyes as she cupped his face in a determined but affectionate grasp as she looked at him

She smiled, her heart fluttered, the locks of hair framed her face as she looked at him, her eyes searching his, a mixture of emotions swirling within her.

I'm sorry Zaid.

She whispered, her tone soft.

Zaid cupped her face, his touch tender as he caressed her cheek.

Kyun?

He asked softly. She looked at him, gulping softly and hugged him.

Zaid responded to the hug, his arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace.

Somewhere else.

A women moved gracefully, the room was bathed in darkness with only a candle lit on the stand. Her fingers moved rhythmically over her phone, the image that came in her sight made her blood boil.

She stared at the picture, her eyes twinkling with hate and something dark, something twisted as she stared at the picture on display.

Mubashira stood with a man probably Zaid. Mubashira stared at the camera, her smile bright, her eyes sparkling with joy and a sense of accomplishment.

The women, aged, with silver streaks in her hair looked all royal, the flames of candle danced in her gaze as she leaned back over her chair.

The information she had gathered rang in her ears.

She is Mubashira Jafar. I don't think she is mentally stable. She loves to have things her way and is a control freak. Her husband Mohib Divorced her because of her controlling nature. Usne kaha kute jaisi zindagi ho gayi thi uski Mubashira ke saath rehte rehte. Divorce ke baad usne Zaid Asif shahnawi se shadi ki blackmail ker ke and now jahan tak mera andaza hai uski life bhi kisi nightmare se kam nahin hogi.

The words rang in her ears, a satisfied glint dancing in her eyes.

Mubarak ho Mubashira akhir tumne sabit ker dia ke tum meri hi beti ho.

She said darkly, her fingers tightening over the cup as she took a sip, her eyes fluttering close, a sigh of contentment escaping her.

Woh kahawat sahi hai.

She said darkly, her lips curling into a half smile, darkness radiating off her in waves.

Ke betiyan maa jaisi hoti hai.

She said, her voice tinged with a sense of dark joy.

On The Other side!!!

Mubashira,s heart was heavy with guilt as she stared up at him, the weight of her actions settled heavily over her chest. Her throat tightened and words abandoned her. The way he looked at her with so much concern and love etched into his eyes.

Did she deserve it?

Did she deserve his concern?

Did she deserve the love he was showering over her?

Or did she deserve him?

The thoughts made her breath hitch and stomach churn in discomfort.

She pressed her hand over her mouth, the bile rose in her throat with an intensity that made her shudder and she rushed to the washroom.

Mubashira.

Zaid paled and yelled out rushing to the bathroom behind her.

He held her hair with one hand while stroking her back with the other. She washed her face with ice cold water. The coldness sending a shiver down her spine as she felt water droplets soaking her shirt. Her stomach settled but her throat continued to clench in anticipation for more. Her chest heaved, a ragged gasp escaping her and she pressed her mouth with the back of her hand. Zaid held her with one arm wrapped around her figure and dried her face with the other, gently brushing the towel against her skin while she leaned against him, her body slumping as if all the energy has drained out of her.

Are you fine?

She looked up at him and let out a small smile.

I don't know.

She said, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with tiredness.

Just forgive my sins and hold me.

Zaid held her tighter, his arms closing around her petite frame. His heart pounded with a mixture of uncertainty and confusion.

What do you mean?

He asked, his voice trembling while she stayed silent for a moment before speaking.

The words that Ayra said before leaving.

She said, her voice trembling, her words muffled against his chest.

Zaid stared down at her and pulled back, but not completely. She was still in his arms. He cradled her face, his fingers brushing against his cheeks in a tender caress as he spoke

Kuch nahin ho ga.

She looked at him, a lump raising in her throat.

Agar ho gaya toh?

She asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anxiety.

He planted a kiss on her forehead before lifting her up in his arms. She gasped, struggling to process the happenings, her heart pounding wildly in her ears.

Nahin hoga.

He said gently placing her over the bed and pulling her in his arms. She heard his heartbeats right below her ear as she lay on top of him.

I'm always here.

He said, his voice softening. He heard soft snores and chuckled softly planting an affectionate kiss over her head.

Are yeh toh so gayi.

End Of Chapter!!!

Coming Up Next: She's here.

Sorry for the bakwas chapter.

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