Feelings don't work on timetable.

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"Aap kya keh rahi hain badi ammi?" Zayn said, trying to act nonchalant as he opened his wrist watch keeping it inside the drawer.

(What are you saying aunty?)

"Jo ish diary mein aur ish letter mein likha hain, main woh bol rahi hain." Sumiya said, her nose flaring due to anger.

(Whatever is written in this letter and diary is what I am saying.)

"Are you angry with me for liking her?" Zayn said, sitting beside her on the bed as he encircled his arms around her shoulders.

"Its not just likeness Zayn. Its more than that and neither I am angry with you over this. But why you never told this to anyone?" She asked looking at him.

"If bade papa got to know, he will kill me. Aur waise bhi fark hi kya padta hain. Usse kuch padi nahi hain meri. Maybe I had feelings for her but now I am completely over them." He said, looking away as his eyes fell on the family picture and then at her delicate frame.

(And anyways, why does it matter. She anyway doesn't care.)

"I am not going to get involved in this but these letters clearly tells that you are not over that likeness as you claim it." Sumiya said, keeping the letter in his hand and left from there.

Zayn looked at Sumiya's retreating figure as a heavy breath left his mouth. He hated how weak he became if something concerned her and how vulnerable his heart felt. In the past 8 years, he had tried his everything to ignore her. He didn't talked to her, didn't even remain at the place where someone will talk about her. He had isolated himself from everyone except Sumiya and his mother Insha. The funny and humourous Zayn was gone alongwith Inaayat. What remained behind was a career oriented man.

"If love is supposed to heal, why does it hurt me so much." He murmured, keeping his palms on his face as he rubbed them against his skin.

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"You need to take care of your diet. Try to avoid unhealthy food as much as possible and go for green vegetables." Zayn stated with his professional smile making the old lady nod sadly.

He passed her the reports and then looked at the time which showed 6 in evening.

"She must have arrived by now." He Unknowingly thought to himself and then shook his head in negative.

"May I come in Sir?" He heard the voice of an intern as he gave her permission.

But what shocked him was when the girl forwarded him red roses leaving him flabbergasted.

"What the hell is this Ms.Aziz?" He screamed, glaring at her angrily as he threw away the roses in the bin.

"I just..Happy birthday sir." She said shivering as her lips wobbled due to controlling her tears. He looked at the girl as he ran his hands through his hairs messing them up. He was not a stupid Or something. It was clear that she liked him and that was the reason he recommended her under his friend.

"Its not my birthday and I will prefer if you will stay in your limits." He said getting up from his chair.

"I really like you Sir." She said, her eyes looking at him innocently.

"I am sorry Ms.Aziz but I am already committed. I respect your feelings but please try and understand. I am your senior doctor. You can leave now." He politely said as he pointed towards the door.

Nodding her head, the lady left his cabin while he sighed.

A smile covered his lips as a flashback passed through his mind.

Flashback:

"You really want to go to the mall right now." Zayn asked, looking at Inaayat who was nodding her head cheerfully. Dressed in a loose thigh length long top and jeans, a scarf around her neck as her brown hairs left freely opened, she looked a vision.

"Why?" He asked, wearing his watch.

"Duh! Isn't it obvious Zi. Stop behaving like Papa." She said pouting, poking at his right arm. He rolled his eyes nodding.

"Come in guys. He will accompany us." Inaayat screamed and the next second, the gang of 5 entered his room, all ready for the trip.

"We all are going to mall?" Zayn asked, gulping looking at everyone.

"Aaj ka din barbaad aur mera wallet bhi." He murmured to himself making Inaayat look at him with narrowed eyes.

(Today is a waste and my wallet too.)

"We all are going." She said, smacking on his head as she left his room followed by the youngsters who were happily dancing.

Reaching the mall, everyone were in their own interest while Zayn was behind Inaayat like a love-sick puppy while Inaayat was selecting some shirts for him. That was when his classmate and a girl whom he disliked, saw him and before he could hide, approached him.

"Hey Zaan." She said, looking at him with googly eyes checking him our making Inaayat fume while Zayn gulped looking at Inaayat who was glaring at him.

"Correction required young lady. Its Zayn." Inaayat replied on behalf of Zayn, going towards him as she stood beside him.

"Anyways, I am Inaayat. Zayn's best friend." She said as she forwarded her hands towards the girl who awkwardly smile shaking hands with her and left.

"Who is she?" As she left, Inaayat asked turning towards Zayn with her hands folded at her chest looking at him angrily as she tried to intimidate him but her 5 feet 4 inches height didn't allowed her.

"Classmate!?" He said, more like questioned only to get a sharp pinch from her long nails.

"Be away from girls." She said, giving him a last look and left from there.

And rest of the day was spent in Zayn teasing his Ayat, as he liked to call her.

Flashback ends.

His smile widened as he remembered the sweet memories. She had always been possessive, even more than him. Be it for her father, mother Or him. He remembered how she had cried when Saahir was born as she thought her parents will leave her. He shook his head going back to his work.

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Inaayat looked around in the living room, everyone was their except him. It had been 3 hours since she landed in Mumbai and her family was the happiest would be an understatement. Her father hadn't left her side even for a minute. The little guilt she had for choosing her career 8 years back was over the moment she looked into her father's eyes which looked back at her, his grey eyes shining in pride.

"Mami, where is Zi?" Finally gathering the courage she asked Insha.

"He will arrive late Inu. He had a surgery to perform." Insha replied,looking at Inaayat whose face dropped listening her. Sumiya who noticed it, smiled secretly.

She had gifted the things she bought to her cousins and they were so happy.

"I am tired mumma." She said acting to stifle a yawn and left the living room.

Her heart dropped realising that even after 8 years, he is angry and disappointed at her. She had acted in impulse. Maybe, if she had acted a little maturely the situations would be different.

She fell on the bed, looking around her room which was renovated now.

"Why am I so stupid?" She said to herself, banging her head funnily as she picked up his favourite perfume, a blue tie and a brown shoes she had bought for him. She was really confused with what to but as according to her, gifting a girl is easy but gifting a boy is the toughest thing.

Taking them, she went to his room which was changed. The vibrant room was now painted in shades of grey and black.A king sized rectangle bed in centre. She smiled and kept the gift their, leaving the room.

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"What are you thinking?"Aaryan asked, keeping his phone aside as he looked at his wife who was in deep thoughts.

"Nothing." She said shrugging off her shoulders and smiled at him. Smiling in return, he went towards her pulling her in his arms as his hand travelled to her waist.

"Its been 29 years that I took the courage of accepting the hurricane in my life." He said, teasingly making her eyes widened as she smacked his chest with her hands.

"You know what, don't ever change." She said puffing her cheeks up as she looked away from him folding her hands at her chest.

"I don't even want to love." He said tracing her cheeks with his nose making her breath hitched.

"Have some shame Aaryan. Your children are in the age of marriage and here you are romancing me." Pushing him away, she said.

"And you still blush like a blooming flower after 29 years." He said making her shake her head as she hugged him tightly.

Sumiya and Aaryan were not the most romantic couple. Whatever they had in between them had always stayed in their room. It was not like then go on confessing their love each and everyday. It was always rare. They believed in their actions. The care they shower on each other was enough. They were not the perfect couple and neither they wanted to be because something like perfection is a delusion in this imperfect world. They had been humans, they had fought but at the end of the day, they had each other and thats all what honestly matters for them.

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How is the chapter?

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