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𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾

Restlessness.

That's what he felt all the time. Asfandyaar did not care that Zubab was a divorcee. All he cared about was that he liked Zubab in a way that nothing can make him feel okay. All he wanted was Zubab to be in her best health.

That night after she confessed and left the cafe. They never met. He had even bought a simple diamond ring for her.

It was true that she was divorcee and a victim of physical and mental abuse. It was hard to believe for Asfandyaar but it was true.

It made sense to him how she tries to hide her scars. It hurt him a lot that she had to go through certain amount of pain. Not certain but the every little amount that came in a way that hurt her badly.

He checked his phone after the nth time during the marketing meeting of the Shah Textiles Industry. His mind was drifted towards her. He messages her to ask if she could be free for a meet during the day. He can meet her by force but he wanted to respect her space.

That's what real men do.

His eyes blew up when the notification of her message came.

Asfandyaar shook his head but an idea to meet her. So he texted her,

He closed his eyes feeling all the weirdness that he spitting it. He was feeling bad for coming between the mother daughter time.

His face showed how much he felt offended but he understood what she meant there and let it be that way. "Sir, anything wrong about tasks and plans regarding the promotion of the summer collection?"

He touched the fabric. It felt thin but looked thick. His mind was completely filled with Zubab. He grabs the plan sheet.

"Ask the promotion team to select the best celebraties for promotion in paid partnership."

"Sir, it's time for a new ambassador. Who do we sign our contract with?" The manager of the textile company asks in the meeting. Syeré was the name of the company. His eyes felt empty looking at the fabrics.

"Who is in the trend?" He queries.

"Tahmina Jaffar."

He twitches his eyes towards the manager. "That was quite quick."

"She is in the trend, sir." He smiles.

"You look like you are a fanboy of her, Mr. Mubeen." He smiles at the manager as blush forms in his face. He wanted to laugh but he pressed his lips together. "Who is she?"

"An anchor sir but fortunately, there has been something tricky about her wit and grounded personality. Her style is a perfect combo over every season and her growth is sky rocketing," the head of the promotion team says.

"Okay. Offer the contract and finish the production before summer starts. Shipment takes quite a time to reach the ends in the season."

Asfandyaar gets up and takes his phone with his team following him out. He goes over to his car. He sits inside the car, there were two cars with him. One behind his and one before his. He takes out his coat and throws it in the seat beside, loosens his tie. He knew where this frustration came from.

Opened few buttons of his shirt and the wrist when an idea to meet Zubab came in his mind. He smiles anticipating the end and her reaction to his idea. He tells the driver, "Stop the car."

The driver stops, noticing that his car stopping the other two stops as well. He gets down of the car. He instructs the driver, "Go to the headquarters of Shah Industries in the other cars. Tell them to not follow my car. I'll be fine on my own."

The head security chief walks towards him in a face full of worry. "Sir?"

"Take him with you, Mr. Shetty. I'll be fine on my own. I have something important to catch up."

"But sir-"

His one glare was enough for him to shut up. He looks down and moves away from his way. He drives towards the main headquarters of Shah Hospitals where Zubab works.

He takes his phone and calls the receptionist with the number taken from the internet. He asks, "Is the Diabetologist Dr. Zubab Zaheer available at the moment?"

"Yes she is," the latter responds. "Can you please give me an appointment under that doctor?"

"Yeah, surely will do, sir. Name of the patient?" She asks politely.

"The name is..." He started thinking. He knew if he got in inside with his name. Zubab would know. So he quickly says the name that he read in a store that went by, "Asshar Zamaan."

"Okay. Under the complaints of?"

He was doomed.

He knew nothing about it. "Urine infection due to sugar level fluctuations," he blurted out. He wanted to laugh so hard on himself for attempting such a stunt. The only thing that scared him was the fact that people will easily recognise him.

"The doctor will be available till five in the evening. Please make sure you attend her before that." She warns. "Yeah. On the way to the hospital."

He took a mask out of the glove compartment and wore it with the his sunglasses. He purchased a black hat from a local vendor in the traffic. He was looking completely immaculate wearing overall black.

Black hat, black pant, black shirt, black sunglasses and black mask.

He looked too hot to be a diabetes patient.

He entered inside the hospital. He could still feel few gazes upon him because of his black demeanor but he kept it confidential walking towards the diabetes department.

He walked over to the reception and asked, "Appointment for Asshar Zamaan under Dr. Zubab Zaheer?"

"Yes? You are the seventh in a row by now. There are six more now. You can wait there. Here's the bill."

The receptionist showed him the waiting room after he paid the bill and he sat beside an elderly couples. His phone rang interuppting their slow talks. He took it out of his pocket and attended the call. It was from his personal assistant.

"What is it?"

"Sir, you need to be available for the annual general meeting. Chairman Azeem sir is also coming." Asfandyaar closes his eyes in frustration and sighs. "Tell him that I had a sudden change in health and I choose to visit a hospital by my own."

"O-okay sir," he answers awkwardly before cutting off.

One hour. One hour went by but there were still one patient before him. At this point, Asfandyaar was super close to sleep as he was yawning in the silent atmosphere besides the sound of telephone or slippers or few whispers. Finally, the patient before him went in. He looked next to him to notice how many more patients were waiting.

His eyes bulged out looking besides. There were atleast ten. It would take atleast 6 or even seven for her to check out these patients at these speed levels.

His wait was finally over when his turn came. He realised he had nothing, no reports. Just his phone. He went in.

There she was. Eyes darted at someone's else's report. Lips dried but red, it becomes wet as soon as she licks it. Her cheeks soft and rosy due to the windy and chill weather of Delhi this december.

It felt warm. Looking at her felt warm for him in this weather and he absolutely loved it. There was not a question raised that he hated the process but it was worth it.

"Have a seat, Mr. Zamaan." She says without looking up. She was looking at the computer reading his complaints.

"Do you have your sugar reports?"

"No," he says in a different voice.

"Have you checked it earlier?"

"No," he says again.

"Is it your first time? Are you speculating that you might have diabetes?"

"Yes," he answers, biting his lips to control his laughter.

"Okay, go to the 3rd room in the left. I'll send your details to the-" she stops finally looking up. Her eye brows twitches and she sits back in the chair with her face under her palm. She understood.

"Asfandyaar, remove those glasses." She said, rolling her eyes, looking as angry as she is. He got scared like an afraid kitten. He removed his shades and mask with his hat. Running his fingers in his hair, he looked at her.

She glared at him.

Zubab raised her eye brows. Asfandyaar understood what she was trying to ask from him. He sat there still but if she smiles he would have laughed hard.

"What is it, Asfand?"

"What is it what?"

"Who is Asshar Zamaan?"

"I read somewhere on my way here."

She looked besides smiling. "What were you trying to pull out?"

"Just wanted to see you," he says randomly looking at her eyes. He noticed how she was turning angry again, her eyes slowly settling at anger from smiling at his stunt.

"Do you think it's a joke, Asfandyaar?"

She asks calmly. He focused on her eyes. They were turning teary, glistening under the lights.

"It's not-"

"Please stop all of this. I told you my decision but let's atleast be good friends." She declares. "This is what good friends do, don't they? Pulling out a prank on each other?"

"You are forgetting you are the CEO of Shah Industries, Asfandyaar. If anything related leakes out from this room. Do you even realise how big that issue will turn to?" Zubab snaps at him. She was genuinely scared for every power that would try to snatch her crown, her charm because only she knows how hard it was to keep surviving.

"I don't care about people. I just-"

"You won't Asfand," She paused like gazing at his eyes, she stopped like she just reached a shore. "You won't care. You don't need to. You are the heir of Shah family but I am not from such an intellectual one. You do realise the consequences if this leaks out?"

Asfandyaar sat stunned by her words. He was aware that her point of view was true. He could easily get away with things. People will talk about things today and forget tomorrow but the wound and the scar will stay forever in one's heart.

"I care about you, Zubab."

The air around them stilled. The stiffness in the room shifted towards a welcoming emotion of comfort. "I am serious about getting married to you."

She gazed at him for few minutes when he said again, "Being a divorcee is not a flaw and never was. You are perfection, Zubab. A perfect package for being friendly with a nut-head like me. You should me doors when I thought the rooms were built closed. You resemble love to me."

They choose to stay glided to the comfort. Zubab could not say anything back to him. She just sat still, looking at his eyes as if they were the most comfortable pair she stared at.

He took the ring he bought for her from his jeans pocket. He kept it in front of her. She gazed down at the metal. She knew what he was gonna say.

"I wanna get married to you, Zubab. I never knew loving someone so much can make you do crazy things like this. I have never felt such an affection towards anyone."

Zubab was stunned. For every scar her ex husband left on her body and her heart. He simply applied the medicine on them with his words. As if they would heal them, but turns out they were.

"I don't want anyone else in my life. I know you would have been much in pain for the abuse you went through but I want to heal them. I want to be the one that you look up and say it was worth it by marrying me. I wanna be the one to erase those scars and plant happiness in every part of your existence."

She could feel her heartbeat so hard against her chest. It would have burst if she didn't inhaled at the very moment. Her heart felt like a pot of fresh flowers when he showered her with the words, his emotions towards her. Tears slipped down her eyes, she bit her lips to control the upcoming one's.

"Shed them, Zubab. Don't keep them in. Feel free when you are around me. I am aware those are not sad tears. Those are happy tears, Zubab."

If she was married to him, she would have hugged him right away. She broke down when he said,

"I love you, Dr. Zubab Zaheer."

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