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Zeeniya

"You are zoning out again." I turned to my right, as I experienced a minor pain in my right rib.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked munching his fries.

"I was making plans about landing on planet Pluto. Would you like to tag along?" Tilting my head to the side, I snatched two fries, popping them in my mouth.

"Do I have to tell you that it's 2015 and Pluto isn't a planet anymore. Nayal is correct about your I.Q. level." He finished off with a chuckle.

"Can we go on with one conversation with mentioning him?" I groaned.

"See! For the past few weeks I have felt that we have been drifting apart. Do you actually remember the last time we hung out together?"

"And who's fault is that?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He clearly knew that it was him, half of the time he is at the workshop and the rest he is juggling between university work.

For me it was the same. Even though Nayal and I successfully submitted the first draft of the project but yet there were a number of other assignments and projects happening. Which made it close to impossible to focus on anything else.

The whole thing with Dani was now getting a lot more serious. Luckily Dad didn't notice his absense from school for the last seven days but with every passing hour fear crept in his eyes. He was aware that if Dad came to know about it, he will surely kick him out of the house. He still haven't shared this horrendous information with anyone except for Nayal and me of course.

I have been ignoring Nayal since that biryani thing. (Although I have to admit that it was one of the best I have ever eaten). Okay, more like he is ignoring me. I only see him during classes and even there he is always busy on his phone or IPad. Two days ago Garrett asked about Nayal's whereabouts and I replied 'I'm not his GPS' which had shut him up.

"You know how hectic work is these days. I'm forgetting my meals. By the way Carl's wife calls him everyday, same time. You won't believe it Zeen, I have never seen someone like them. They've been married for 50 years! Can you believe it!" The exclaimed in a childish manner.

"That's way 1970's, dude!" I elbowed him, snatching the console from him.

"It's not! It's called love and it's ..um...cute." There was a sheepish expression on this face.

I turned my head towards him, narrowed my eyes and threw my console on his head.

"Don't admit it but it is cute. Even Mum used to do that." I closed my eyes, fiddling with the locket dangling in my neck, smiling faintly.

"They had always been my ideal couple, SubhanAllah. They were the most realistic and practical yet the most romantic couple I have ever come crossed with." He confessed, finishing it with a little laugh.

For a few minutes both of us stayed in our own bubble. I felt like the wounds didn't heal, I couldn't get it out of my head. Still every single nerve of my body exploded, remembering that, the night I lost a part of myself.

"Were."

"What?" Adam turned to me, confused by my sudden yet confusing words.

"You said were the most romantic couple you have ever seen."

"I'm sorry Zee. I didn't realize, it was just....I'm sorry yaar. And Zee, why don't you talk about it? I'm your best friend, for once let it all out." He stood up and sat down on his knees in front of me.

I gulped in. Within a few minutes the whole air of the room transformed, making it hard to breathe. I looked up at him, traces of water visible in his dark brown eyes. And that's when I felt guilty hit me like a brick.

"Hey! It's not your fault, okay? I don't want to go through the memories again. Just forget it and let's focus on our unfinished Fifa. Prepare to lose!" I formed the words with difficulty

I was glad that the atmosphere changed back to the normal one.

And for the next half an hour I gave Adam a constant reminder that even girls can be the highest scorer in Fifa. Well, not all girls. Especially Abiha. I'm darn sure she couldn't even operate Xbox. Kill me if I'm wrong.

"I'm hungry." As a loud growl escaped from Adam's stomach.

"Aren't you always? " I snorted in a very unlady manner (not my words. Zayd).

"I even forgot lunch today. What kind of best friend are you? More importantly what kind of sister are you!" He faked a grandma-like-huff and we both burst into laughter.

"Let's grab something, Drama Queen." I managed between laughs.

"It's Drama King." He defended as we both walked down the stairs, only to be stopped by a certain voice.

We halted in our tracks.

He looked at me and I did the same.

"It's her, right?" Adam asked.

"Yes." I hissed.

"Lets escape from your bedroom window." I suggested.

"Please I don't wanna die young."

"Coward!"

"Shut it."

A loud screeching voice came from down the stairs.

I seriously need to consult an ENT specialist.

"Hey, my lovelies!" And i was engulfed in a "blood circulation stopping" kinda hug.

After I regained my balance, I saw Abiha standing there with a huge grin plastered on her face and was adorned in a cheetah print fur coat.

Yeah! Go kill those cheetahs for your precious coats. Mundanes.

"Assalam o Alikum, habibti!"

"Walikum Assalam." I muttered.

She dragged me to the living room where a Dad was sitting with a fake excitement look on his face along with Abiha's younger brother who drooling on our sofa.

"Hey." Omar came from behind, planting a small peck on the side of my hijab.

"Don't ruin my hijab Omar!" I scolded him and he chuckled in response.

And then there were hundreds of shopping bags in our living room. Like seriously loads and loads of bags.

From posh expensive designers to cheap street bags were spread all over the sofas and floor.

Abiha took a long half an hour to show us stuff she bought for the wedding preparation when even the date wasn't fixed.

Then she handed my something wrapped in brown paper. I gave her a quizzical look and unwrapped it.

It was...

A freaking pink leather jacket!

I was trying to process the whole thing when she popped the question.

"You love it, right?"

"Ummm...yeah...it's kinda different." Was all I could manage.

She ruined the whole concept of leather jacket for me. Like leather jackets were the only thing I thought pink wouldn't be added. I bet she pre-ordered that color for me.

"I knew it!" She said, jumping up and down.

"It totally rocks your whole urban chick look."

Urban chick?

Where did that come from?

I looked at my phone, which beeped on receiving a text message from Nayal.

Meet me in 30 minutes. Sam's Cafe.

Urgent.

I instantly knew that it was about Dani, I really need to sort this thing out quickly before it turbs into something big. So, I said my goodbyes to everyone and dashed out on Ninja.

Nasir Tahan

This girl will surely give me a heart attack one day. And that day might me today. I have told her a numerous times not to switch of her phone.

I already had a tiring day at work with two valve replacement and a huge number of OPD's.

Omar asked me if he could take Abiha for the wedding shopping with her younger brother as chaperone. Its not like I don't trust me son but log kia kahain gay?

And Zayd, I rarely see him these days, he's been working his butt off.

Dani was been acting a bit weirder than usual. Either he is locked in his room or is at school. I had to talk to him today but then Abiha graced us with her presence.

And now Zeeniya is getting on my nerves. She took permission to go out for an hour and now two hours have passed and her phone is switched off.

Fear and anger are mixing inside me. I don't know where she went, she said she had to sort a few things out . Why did Amal leave me when I most needed her?

I ran to the kitchen as my phone rang and picked it up.

Unknown number.

I gulped in, as wave of fear passed throughout me. Please Allah! Let my daughter be safe. I have had a great loss in my life. I don't want anything happening to her.

"Dr. Nasir Tahan speaking."

"Mr. Tahan it's Nayal! Umm... I called because... I.. Zeeniya has been in an accident."

As the words reached my ears, I felt my whole world crashing down.

My girl.

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