chapter 8

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Zarkhan was staying in his place in Islamabad. he was taking a break from work too. Zain was with him, but he was also managing the business being in contact with the managers.

Zarkhan was sitting on the sofa, his feet resting on the table, a cigar lit in his hand. His look was rough, his so hair tousled, his eyes were looking like frozen ice. He was thinking of Ain, her smile, the cute faces she made, her hair, her cuteness, the dimple of her chin.....

His eyes were closed, when Zain came near him with his phone "Sir, Mr sherazi is on the phone." he said and handed the phone.

" Where are you?" Haarij asked without any greeting.

"In islamabad." zarkhan replied lazily.

"Yahi din dekhna reh gya tha. (That was the only thing le for me to see.) now you will disappear on me for days and won't even bother to tell." Haarij said dramatically.

"Stop being a drama queen!" Zarkhan grumbled.

"I will be there by night.'' The strained notes, according to Haarij. Zarkhan's voice made him nervous.

As he said, Haarij was there by night. Zarkhan had taken a bath and was wearing a black shalwar kameez by then. He looked fresh, but his eyes were telling the truth.

The eyes only some could read. A er dinner, they sat in the lounge area. Zarkhan poured the drinks for both of them.

"Why this sudden disappearance?" Haarij asked finally.

Zarkhan took a sip and rested his head against the sofa. "Just needed some time to myself." He said and looked at him.

"Nice , try again." Haarij said, not believing him. Zarkhan kept quiet and drank the whole glass.

"What's wrong? I've seen a difference since you returned, but now you're acting completely out of character.What is going on?" Haarij asked, placing his glass on the table.


Zarkhan's eyes were going red. "I know there's no issue in the business. I don't see any problem in the family too. Girl? Is it because of some girl?" Haarij guessed.

Zarkhan looked away. He didn't want to answer or share what he was feeling.

"Dil lagaya he? (Is it the matter of heart)" Haarij asked, jabbing a finger in his chest, a smile was playing on his lips. Zarkhan's silence was telling him the truth.

"I can't believe I am seeing this," He said with a chuckle. ".What is Bhabi's name? Who is she? What's the issue?'' Haarij asked.

"Who said that there's an issue?" Zarkhan grumbled and refilled his glass.

"You won't be this moody without a reason." Haarij said, stating a fact. "Now tell me everything. I am actually feeling insulted, you are interested in someone and you haven't even bothered to tell me." Haarij said again, being a drama queen.

"She is young, just 18 and on top of that, she is scared of me. She avoids me like a plague. Mom says I shouldnt scold her, but I never scold her without a reason." He grumbled about the last part.

" I can imagine that." Haarij said, knowing his nature.

"Dad asked me to stay away from her." zarkhan said, sharing the last bit.

"Are you upset because of that?" Haarij asked.

"No! I can handle dad. I was just going to stay a day or two, but she looked extra happy when I le the house." zarkhan said sullenly. Haarij hid his smile, Zarkhan was being adorable and complaining like that. He expected her to love him, without putting any effort. He wanted her to fall for him as he had.


It was love at first sight for him, it felt like she entered him through his eyes and got stuck in his heart.


"Staying here isn't going to solve any problem, we are returning tomorrow." Haarij said.


"I don't want to." Zarkhan said sullenly. He wasn't used to being ignored, and Ain's reluctance irked him. He couldn't bear it.


"Your glowering isn't affecting her right now, do it when she starts to care. Mr

Zarkhan." Haarij said with a smile, Zarkhan only glared and continued drinking.


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