No, loyalty is not difficult..

Just look at here,In your eyes my whole world lies..

Listen once, The words that I wasn't able to speak..

My world is only you, you are my hope...

Listen the prayers, Listen the punishments, I had loved once, I had proposed once...

Author's POV :-

If someone would ask me where am I right now? My only reply would be 'In peace'. Its almost winter here, the trees are covered with snow as if the clouds have hugged them. Dublin is my always perfect escape from the chaos of my troubling life, I can stay here for life.

"uhh~" I bluffed, putting my heavy laptop bag on a bench.

Settling myself near my bag, my eyes roam around the park. There are only families, the happy ones not the sad ones like mine. Sighing heavily my eyes spotted a small chubby baby boy at the swing, struggling to get out of it. He tried and tried but couldn't make out of it. He got frustrated and is about to start crying but stopped when he looked at me with his big doe like eyes and huge green glossy pupils. I smiled at him and knelt down at his level.

"Want me to help you?" I asked, he nodded.

I quickly removed the shackles of the swing aside and pulled him out. He almost jumped and is about to run away but halted in his track and looked at me with a small smile.

"Thank you." He said, My smile widen.

"You are cu-"

"AYAN!" A masculine voice cut me off, I turn around to see the same man from two and almost half years ago.

He didn't looked at me but my eyes never leaved his face, he walked passed me. I turn around and saw him saying something to the boy whose name I guess is ayan. The boy smile brightly and ran away. Than Mr. Abu daud, yes I remember his name very well. He straighten his prosture and looked at me pleasingly.

"He is my son, Ayan." He said as if he saying to a friend.

"You remembered me?" I asked, surprisingly but he chuckled.

"Of course! How can I forget you, Ms. Writer?" He said, I smiled at his reference.

"How are you Mr. Abu daud?" I asked and this time he looked at me surprisingly.

"You remembered my name?" He asked, I nodded proudly.

"So, have you published any story yet?" He asked, walking towards me.

"No actually, I just wrote them but didn't published any..." I said, disheartened.

"Why?" He asked, now we started walking towards the bench where I kept my bag.

"Just didn't have the courage yet" I said.

"Woah! Are you the same who said 'Soon my books will spread fire in the world of authors'." He said, mimicking me from our last meeting.

"Wow~ You even remember my exact words." I said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah it was fun travelling with you than, you made me forget my sadness even it was for a moment." He said, smiling but he looked sad.

"So! Do you still talk casually to strange men like before?" He asked, sitting on the bench.

"I mean yeah! Like right now I am still doing the same." I said with a grin, he chuckled nodding.

An awful silence engulfed us, we just sat there staring at the view in front of us. I gulped before looking at his face, he kept looking in front without being bothered by my gaze.

"When we met last time.. You weren't married, right?" I asked, hoping he won't mind me.

"Yes." He answered, shortly.

I licked my dried lips, feeling all awkward yet relaxed.

"You know.." He started, I looked at him again.

"There's a story, I don't know if it is beautiful, happy.. sad.. Its..just a story I want you to hear." He said, making me somewhat excited.

"I am in!" I said, quickly.

"I mean I have some good amount of time to hear, tell me." I said.

"Have your writing tool with you?" He asked, I nodded and quickly took out my phone.

"You don't have laptop?" He asked.

"I have but I will record it and listen to it again later before writing it." I said.

"Okay, I will tell you my side of story and the remaining you can hear it from shahzaib.." He said, taking the last name reluctantly.

"Shahzaib?" I asked, starting the recorder.

"Yes, he will be your male protagonist." He said.

Than he started telling me the story, he went on and on. I didn't stopped him nor I had any intention to.

"When she married him, I felt like the whole world collapsed. I wasn't able to accept the fact that she was someone else's than, if I ca-"

"Abu daud!" A feminine voice called out, we looked at its source.

A girl in a black abaya, holding ayan in her arms standing at 5 to 6 feet distance looking at us.

"She is my wife, farah." Mr. Abu daud said, smiling at her.

"Farah, shahnoor's sister?" I asked, he nodded and stood up.

"You didn't told me what happened to shahnoor.." I said, standing up.

"Go ask shahzaib."

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Its friday afternoon, I quickly run towards the xxx graveyard which Mr. Abu daud told me about. I halted at my track right in front of the huge entry gate.

"Oh Allah! How should I meet him?" I mumbled, tiptoeing over the grills of the gate.

"Who are you looking for?" I turn around to look at a man maybe in his sixties.

"uh..I wanted to meet Mr. Shahzaib mirza." I said, reluctantly.

"Oh! He will be here soon, zuhr namaz is over." The man informed me, I thanked him and he left.

I sat on the bench which is little far from the gate, some 20 minutes later a black jeep halted near the gate and a tall man came out wearing a black pathani and a white shawl around his shoulder. He looked so handsome, tall, fair, golden hairs sparkling with the sun light. He is unbelievably perfect man, the one I see on TV not in real life though. I took a deep breath before walking towards him.

"Excuse me?" I said, he looked at me with his ocean blue orbs and arched brows.

"Who?" He said, in his rough voice.

"I..I-I am..umm...shifa."I said, stuttering.

'Idiot shifa, get yourself together.'

"And do I know you?" He asked, as if he is getting late.

"No! you don't. Even I don't know you very well." I said, trying to relax.

"Than please excuse me." He said, walking past me and I just stand there smiling nervously like an idiot.

As soon as he leaved, I stomp my foot on the ground cursing myself for being an idiot. If I keep on doing this than how will I become a good author. No, I can't lose this one chance for a good story. Taking another deep breath I peek inside the gate for him but couldn't find him.

"Guess, I have to wait again." I mutter, sitting on the bench again.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Its already 2 and half hours past but there is no trace of him. Is he even there? Hope he comes out, my butt started get numb and my back is aching.

screech~

The sound of the old metal door opening took my attention, I quickly stood up only took yelp in pain.

"Are you okay?" A mascular voice approached for my concern, I look up to find Mr. Shahzaib looking at me with creased brows.

I straighten my posture with quickly clearing my throat as well. Licking my chapped lips, I lightly smiled at him.

"I want to talk to you." I said.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked.

"Your and shahnoor's life.."

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"What do you do now?" I asked after listening to the whole story, looking at him but he looked at far.

"I...I am trying to live." He said with a sad smile.

I sniffed, removing my handkerchief and wiping my tears. He looked at me with the same smile.

"She was a sensitive girl, a small thing was enough to make her cry and I always wiped her angelic face with my handkerchief." He said, I smiled at his sad one.

"What about your daughter?" I asked.

"She is aware of the absence of her mother but still she lives on as she is just a kid. But when I see her, her smile and eyes remind me of her absence. My heart cries for her as the tear are over in my eyes, now I only wait for one thing.." He said, getting lost his thoughts.

"What? What is it that you wait for?" I asked.

"Death." He replied.

"What if it took very long? Will you be able to wait to meet her for that long? Will you be..able to be loyal to her?" I asked because it is so hard to be loyal in this world. He looked at me when a tear rolled down his eyes.

"Wafa wafa hoti hai,

Phir kiya fark padta hai ki

Yaar jita jaagta aapke saath ho ya

Aankhein band karke mitti k niche so raha ho..

"

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My eyes gazed at the retreating back of the powerful mafia Mr. Shahzaib Ahmed Mirza. I couldn't help but cry and cry and cry until all the pain leaves my heart.

"I will be at peace once I forget about your story but when will you be at peace?" I asked him, whispering.

He turned towards me with a pained smile as if it is a torcher on his soul.

"I will wait for your book!" He said, I nodded waving at him.

'Will you read it?'

I walk towards the long grills bars through which we can see inside the graveyard, there are so many graves here I can see the one covered with fresh roses Mr. shahzaib brought with him for her.

"You are so lucky yet so sad, a loyal man like him is hard to find shahnoor." I said, looking at the grave.

"He is strong yet weak, the powerful aura around him successfully hides his pain. He told me your story, you had faced many things in this life yet you were grateful. Are you at peace there? I am sure you are...but seeing your husband like this makes me question your wellbeing there." I said and took my bag walking back to the hotel I am currently staying at.

'I wonder what it must be like if you were alive shahnoor, living with your husband and two adorable kids. And I would have come at your home instead of the graveyard, asking you about your story just like that..'

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"Here let me take my champ..ahh! aagaya baba ki jaan (Father's life is here)" Shahzaib chirped loudly, taking mustafa in his arms.

"Careful, he will fall." Shahnoor said, worrying about her son who her husband is swinging in the air.

"Oh baccha~ Don't you worry, our champ is strong just like his baba, right mustafa?" Shahzaib said with a big smile plastered on his lips, making mustafa giggled.

"me-me.." Fatima said, motioning to go to her father with her tiny hands.

"Oh Allah! Fatima baba will take you as well, let mustafa play for sometime." Shahnoor said, making at her sad.

Shahzaib look at his little princess, pouting her pink lips and her big eyes filled with unsheded tears.

"Ohhh~ Baba ki jaan is crying..uh?...don't mere beti (my daughter)...baba will become your horse." Shahzaib said, giving mustafa to shahnoor and getting down on his four.

Fatima beamed with happiness and get on shahzaib's back while clutching on his kurta. She laid on her tummy on his back, clutching either side of his kurta.

"Your kurta will get dirty." Shahnoor said.

"Its okay, I can manage but my beti (daughter) should be happy." He said, hearing fatima's chuckle.

Shahnoor look at her husband, The powerful mafia, the man she feared the most and now look at her, she can't seem to control herself but be overwhelmed with his presence in her life.

"Thank you Allah for giving him in my fate." She whispered.

Later that night, everyone is deep slumber after the exhausting day but shahnoor couldn't sleep. She stood up, walking towards the balcony she look at the sky with peace in her heart.

"You are so merciful Ya Allah, I am really grateful for what you have blessed me with." She said.

"Why are you awake so late baccha?" Shahzaib asked, wrapping his string arms around his wife.

She smiled, feeling him so close to her. They stayed like that for sometime before she decided to break the hug and face him. Her dark green eyes locked with his blue ones. She cupped his face when a tear rolled down through the corner of her eyes.

"What happened janan?" Shahzaib asked, getting worried when he saw her crying.

"Don't worry, I am just..overwhelmed to..have you in my life." She said, smiling.

A smile formed on shahzaib's face, he kissed her lightly on forehead.

"Please never change.." She pleaded, shahzaib engulfed her into his warm arms.

"I will always love you." Shahzaib said, tightening his hold around her.

"Even if I die?" She asked.

"Baccha!" He said, glaring at her.

"I am sorry, I just..I just love you and maybe insec-" Shahnoor couldn't complete her sentence when shahzaib slammed his lips on her's.

He kissed her, slowly, passionately as if it is the only thing that matters to him which is so true.

Shahnoor's POV :-

My body felt feverish in this cold weather, his touch burned my insides. It is not enough, I want more of it. I slowly circled my arms around his shoulder and clutched on his hair. He deepened the kiss, I spare no time to give him the equal amount of love. Slowly we parted away, panting heavily.

"I love you so much janan.." He said, making me shy.

He chuckled, maybe the shyness appeared on my cheeks. I gasped when he slid his hand inside my nightdress. I look in his dark gaze, asking for my consent. I gulped, my insides swirling with his feeling.

"I need you janan.." He said, whispering in my ear than biting on it.

"Ahh..don't hold back.." I finally said, He picked me in bridal style.

Putting me carefully on the round king size bed as he worry about my stitches which are healed long ago but he fears anyway. He stood on his knees above me, removing his t-shirt and throwing it across the room. Coming on top me again, he kissed me again and again.

"Ahh..uhh.."I am becoming a mess by the passing time, His love is so pleasurably painful.

"Shah! umm..ohh goddd!" I knew this, he can't stop and he won't.

"AHHH! OHH! JANANNN! AHHH...." My heart jumped on his pleasurable growls.

And we both came at our climax, he plopped next to me on the bed than he quickly turn towards me, cupping me face with concern on his face.

"Are you okay baccha?" He asked, his left hand caressing my stitches on the abdomen.

I nodded with a big smile, slowly I reach to him and kissed him on lips.

"I love you.." I whispered.

"I love you too janan..."

Author's POV :-

Loyalty is all we crave for in this unfaithful world, just like Shahnoor and Shahzaib's story. It is impossible to believe that a strong man like shahzaib can really be this loyal to his wife even after her death. I hope that someday I too find this kind of love in my life.

Thank you~

Special thanks to : Mr. Moosa for being my inspiration as shahzaib ahmed mirza.