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Samtolly4JESUS: Oya shift for me na

No VACANCY

iamteaser: Aariz! Pull the trigger and end all your worries.

beyonDskygirl: Poor Aariz wouldn't kill Zeest he can't. He is just confused. Maybe the headache caused it. Poor Zeest R.I.P.(Where is sir Mynd? He'll love this)

R.I.P ......is this anoda #TeamAariz

Mynd has been held captive by me.

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: This Aariz is he a fool?? The religious sect dat killed his parent, is it nt d same wit dat komal's own?? Even at dat she was hapi they died.... Mayb he has a chicken brain after al

Love is blind.......

Samtolly4JESUS: Did I ever clamour TeamAariz?

Tell me its wasn't me!

Underage, if Aariz should kill zeest, I'll unfollow this story immediately!

#Team Zeeeeeessssssstttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!

Hahahahaha......he had decided to join the winning team at last.

harlos: So Mr and Mrs Ali died

Zeest is in trouble unless this Aariz can change his mind, that Komal is so rude
I liked her when he just met aariz, she has completely changed from the type of woman she was.
Selfish and knows onlyof herself now

Poor Zeest

People change just like seasons do. Too bad Komal changed for d worst.

stefikal: :OAariz Y now,why ?
plzzz underage, y r u leaving us with a cliffhanger...
#SuspenseAtItsPeak...

Its nt a cliffhanger.......its actually a pin

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: Pls dnt tel me he kiled zeest

He did

[quote author=lola_bridget]Komal is pretty but what happened to her manners? Its very bad sha!!![/quote]Actually, I don't think she had any

Aliyeous: How i wish i culd get an update nw musamman yadda nake enjoyin din waina da zobo mai sanyi, anyways hav a great weekend underage

Awww.........I miss waina so much, even zobo too. Wished I could get them easily here. Kowa yar gida, gida ya barshi.......dats really tru

Shuq29: Hmmmmmmmmmm..............maybe u shoyld give me erm........erm.........a......a...... A year to think abt it.

A year? ........Haba!

make money now: Speechless.kai ....#sobs

Save your tears for later

Winnie1950: Aariz is simply mad. God I'm so scared 4 zeest

. Hey Winnie

babyzai: Pls tel me he didnt kill her. Poor Zeest

Who's gonna tell you

princesa: Oh no he didn't!

How have u been princesa?

There was something about this headache, Aariz thought.

Initially, nothing had seemed unsual about it and Aariz had though of it as an ordinary pain in the head, probably rising due to physical and mental exhaustion. But when it didn't subside even after taking analgesics, he had consulted his doctor who had finally announced that Aariz was having intense manic-depressive episodes combined with severe migraine.

It was when Komal came to his house and met Zeest that it began to happen. Since then, its intensity had only increased.

Today, the burning episodes of pain were so acute that he couldn't go to work.

He groaned involuntarily as the sharp wave gripped his skull, shaking him from head to toe.

Hearing his groan, Zeest hurried toward his bed. With trembling fingers, she tapped his forehead and gasped. He was burning with fever.

"Let me call the doctor."

"No..." He stopped her in a weak voice. "I saw him yesterday evening. He said its migraine and prescribed some medicines."

"Tell me." She got closer, thinking what she could do to make him feel better. "If you need anything to eat or drink, don't hesitate."

"No...." He moaned. "It's just that my head is bursting with pain." He pressed his forehead, rubbing his hands up and down his temples.

Zeest could see his painful expression. She had to help him somehow. Without thinking, she drew closer and sat down on the edge of his bed, near his pillow.

"Let me press your head." She offered softly. "It would help."

Instead of giving her a reply, he just closed his eyes. Understanding his gesture as a permission to go ahead. She started to press.

Zeest first smoothed Aariz's riotous curls, which he hadn't bothered to comb, and then started to press his head and forehead. It did make him feel better.

Her fingers dived into his hair, removing all the pain, relieving all the tensions and worries.

This sort of feeling was new for Aariz yet seemed not totally strange. Only then he realized that it was almost like as if his beloved, someone close to him, was helping him, someone who really cared for him and someone who understood what he's going through.

Gradually, her soft slender fingers began to do magic on him. As she caressed the smooth skin of his forehead, she watched his eyes flutter closed. She thought he was asleep, but in real, he had lowered his lashes to hide the revelation in his eyes.

He managed, trying desperately to ignore the warmth of her palms against his head. But those magical fingers were determined to make him forget everything. Her velvety touch was feather-like, something he had never experienced in his whole life.

Exactly the same time, footsteps were heard on the stairs and the door opened with a blast, as Komal stood at the doorway.

For a few moments, she just stood there, stunned, speechless and breathless, her eyes fixed on Zeest's hands combing through Aariz's hair, and then they moved to Aariz, who was totally unaware of the situation with his eyes closed and mind faraway.

Komal felt her jaw go slack despite her efforts to maintain control.

"Accept my heartiest apology for disturbing your privacy, Mr and Mrs. Aariz." She spoke through her clenched teeth.

Aariz was startled. "Komal?" His brows came together in a frown.

"I gather I was not expected." She tried but couldn't smile, her shoulder-length brown hair fell forward, hiding the hurt, which sprang into her equally brown eyes.

"Bye." Komal said huskily. "And have fun." Without any further word, she swung on her heel and stormed out, leaving them alone.

Aariz hadn't even straightened up when he heard the door slam. "What the hell!" Cursing, he pushed himself to a full height and ran behind her.

Blindly, Komal was swinging back to the front door, but Aariz barred her way.

"I.... I hope you'll both be very happy." She stammered, bursting into tears. "I guess, I better leave you two alone now."

"Wait, if I knew you.......you were coming, I would have....... I am sorry." He stammered.

"You would have what? Baked a cake?" She turned with force and gave him a sharp reply. "Don't bother apologizing, Aariz. I'm the one who's sorry.......for barging in on you like this."

"What do you mean?"

"I spoiled some good moments between husband and wife." She muttered huskily.

Aariz gripped her elbow and propelled her into the living room.

"You know damn well its you I love."

"You've a funny way of showing it."

"Zeest means nothing to me."

"That I can believe!" She retorted. "No girl means anything to you."

"She's not my wife practically. Don't you know the difference?" He retorted.

"Damn right! I know the difference. You are the one who doesn't." She shuddered.

Aariz closed his eyes, as if trying to digest what Komal had said. "Komal, I don't have any idea what you are talking about." He said mindlessly.

"Didn't you see I was there?" She raised her brows, her voice knife-like, and her tongue scissor-like. "Or were you too indulged in your 'making-out' sessions?"

"Komal are you in your senses?" He asked furiously. "We were just....."

"Having some fun?" She cut in, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"For God's sake, NO!" For the first time ever, he raised his voice against Komal. "I was just having this terrible headache and she was pressing my head, without even asking me first. I didn't hear you coming."

"Oh yes, as you were too involved, shall I say? To hear me!"She said harsly, looking at him with sharp eyes.

She then jerked her arm away and hurried away from him.

"Hey Komal, wait. Listen, I can explain." He came forward, trying to block her way.

Pushing him violently aside, she ran out to her car. But before she could open the door, he put his hand on the handle, stopping her.

"Don't go like this." He requested in a low voice, his tightened lips showing his inner frustration. "It was her who touched me, not me."

Tears appeared at the corners of her eyes and she took a white hankie from her purse to dab them away.

"Oh please." She groaned, jerking open the door to her car, her brown eyes as icy as an arctic front.

"You are incredible, you know that?" She gazed angrily at him. "You twist the truth to suit your purposes, and then expect everybody else to believe it. I knew your wife wasn't a saint, but without your permission and will, she would never have done what you're accusing her of."

Without waiting for his answer, she pushed his hand away from the handle and almost threw herself on the driving seat.

As though from a very great distance, he heard her car backing out of the driveway, moving down the street. At last he heard no sound whatsoever, expect the thudding of his own heart.

As Komal returned to her home and packed her clothes, she couldn't stop her tears. Pakistan has no more to offer her, she have to go back to London; to her loving parents. She'd never let herself fall in love again. All a man did was hurt you, she thought.

But had he really hurt her? She asked herself.

Her heart said, No, he hadn't. He was a victim of his fate himself. Someone else had hurt him.

She was carrying her cases into the hall when the entry phone rang. It could only be Aariz, and for a split of second she debated whether to ignore it. Then reason won and she answered, amazed how calm she spoke.

"I don't know why I came." He said. "I thought we could talk."

"Go away Aariz. I don't want to see you."

"We can't part like this."

"Okay, come on up." She thought for a moment and then said ironically.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he did, looking anything but the well-grommed man she knew.

"I know how bad you feel." He began. "But Zeest, means nothing to me.....I swear."

"I believe you." Komal gave him a fake smile. "As now I've had a chance to cool down. I feel nothing. No anger, no pain. Just relief that I found out in time."

"You're lying." He said bluntly. "You're only saying that to hurt me. Not that I blame you, in your shoes, I'd have done the same. But for God's sake don't ruin our future because I was a fool. I love you Komal!"

He had made out such a good case for himself that she almost forgave him, almost, but not quite. In his way he probably did love her, but his way could never be hers. Hard it was to walk away from him, it would be harder if she stayed.

"Yeah, that's why you haven't divorced her yet." She gave him a hard look. "What exactly are you waiting for Mr. Aariz?"

"Please.....try and understand me, Zeest."

"What?" Komal's breathed stopped. Were her ears not working properly or had he gone completely insane? "You called me Zeest?"

"Oh well... I'm sorry." Ashamed of himself, he lowered his head. "It just happened in a flow."

"I understand." She muttered, giving him a truly wounded smile. "Don't make anymore excuses."

"Komal.....we shall sort things out in the morning."

"There's nothing left to sort out now. Things have never been so clear." She laughed in a weird way, flinging a bright red cashmere shawl around her shoulders.

"I know.....I hurt you."

"Hurt me?" Her voice became unexpectedly loud.

"Don't insult my feelings Mr. Aariz. Such a small word it is, 'hurt'!" She hadn't meant to burst into tears, she had thought she was angry, but she hadn't realize until that moment just how upset she was.

"Honey." He called softly as he reached out and softly touched her cheek.

"Don't touch me." She blurted. "Your wife deserve your touch now, if you've not touched her already."

"For God's sake, stop it Komal." He couldn't take it anymore.

"I told you, I wouldn't wait.!" She lashed out with sobbing fury. "And I mean it."

"What do you mean?"

"I am going back to London." She announced, without looking at him.

"Don't go." He protested, trying hard not to plead with her.

"There's nothing you can say that will make me change my mind." She said firmly.

" I should have left before now. I've waited too long as it is."

"Nothing is going to stop me this time. Not even you." Her eyes were hard points of steel, unwavering.

"You don't have to leave now." He was hurt and little angry as he faced her defiantly.

"You can atleast stay long enough to hear what I have to say." He added.

"It's all been said." She shook her head. "Nothing will change."

"You know I don't want you to leave, but I'm not going to beg you to stay." His voice contained the hoarsenss of pain, but it remained steady and forceful.

His throat muscles were so tight he felt as if he was being strangled.

"You're a type of woman who just wants her own happiness, who is so selfish and just doesn't care about other's feelings."

"Anything else?"

"There's just one more thing I want to say....." Aariz blurted out in a weak voice, the bad headache was back again.

"That's encouraging." She murmured dryly.

"If you leave now." His gesture changed unexpectedly, as he threw an aggressive glance at her. "I won't be waiting for you, if you decide to come back!" His voice was breaking, his control cracking. "I mean it, I won't wait."

He waited for her to say something and when she didn't, he opened the door and stalked out.

Komal left for London early the next morning.

*************

Pain, uncertainty, frustration and fury, these were his feelings which initiated him to take a big step.

Anger rose in him, coiling tightly in his chest. He had to do what was in his mind.

With trembling fingers but fixed ambition, he unlocked one of the lockers in his study and brought out the object of his interest.

It was a modren, silver gray automatic pistol. The weapon was heavy yet stylish.

He then pulled out the magazine from the pistol's chamber and began to put the bullets inside. Each bullet was shiny, made up of solid steel.

One by one, he loaded all the six bullets in the chamber of the pistol and then with the push of his palm, uploaded the magazine back into the chamber.

It was ready, and so was he.

As he walked slowly towards his bedroom, a dim lamplight shone under the door, and he was sure she was asleep for which he was thankful.

His fingers closed around the handle of the door but he froze.

He was about to commit a crime, one of the greatest crimes. But there was no choice for him.

Cautiously, and silently, he opened his bedroom door and although he was very determined to obey his mind's command, still, it took all of his courage to step into the dimly lighted room.

Yes, he had made up his mind, and he had to do it right now.

His eyes hardened as he took the pistol out of his pocket. His fingers swiftly unlocked the safety catch.

Now or never, he thought, closing the remaining distance between them.

Reaching near Zeest, he threw one last glance at the woman who was responsible for all of his sufferings.

His finger trembled on the trigger.

Good day guys, sorry I couldn't update earlier, was very busy.

Saw all your comments and guess everyone is eager . Update is coming in a few minutes.

Enjoy

Shuq29: Like one adage dat says character is like a smoke nd no matter hw hard u try to conceal it, it will will always find a way to surface. I think Komal is nao begining to show her real self. I pray Aariz will be able to see on time b4 its too late dat BEAUTY is nt everything nd dat it doesn't make one a gud wife. 'charisma may take u up bt character must keep u there, so charisma without character is a disaster'

You are so on point dear .......really love the 'Charisma without character is a disaster' qoute. I hope you don't mind if I steal it

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: .
Didnt c any update... Sowie i saw it, tinkin it was yesterday's update

That sounds much better

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: .
Beta dnt hope so too.... Wer is today's update??

What do you mean where's 2day's update??
Can sum1 pls bear me witness dat I updated today?

Samtolly4JESUS: Am I beginning to Like Zeest?

No! God Punish devil

Hahahahahah.....dis got me laffing

Aliyeous: Gosh i'm beginin 2 hate dis komal or wateva ha name is...ni kam ina #TeamZeest

Komal is attracting more haters.....too bad for her. Ya juma'a?

stefikal: Used 2 be an ardent fan of wattpad until a friend told me abt dese stories on NL...our very own 9ja zone....
Just started reading dz story 2dei(d 1st story I'm reading on NL,mind u!) n am so hooked...so loving dz... Underage u r gud..rily!

N plzzz tel me dt Zeest didnt die,plzzzzz

You are so welcome dear, am sure u'll enjoy your stay on NL cos dere are very good stories here, U can't imagine how much talent we Nigerians have until u read stories here. That's actually what inspired me too.

By the way, thnx for d compliment. Enjoy your stay. There are lots of beds, chairs, sofas to lie on and lots of finger-licking chops to keep ur mouth busy here, just make sure you look for Mynd_44, am sure he'll take gud care of u

beyonDskygirl: abeg help me jor!

Don't worry abt dat ......it'll be my pleasure

make money now: I jst hpe aariz under d influence of mental disorder didnt kill zeest.#zeest is alive pls

I hope so too

beyonDskygirl: Ah? Which one be komal own na? *mtchew* she has no manners. *I feel lyk slapping her*.. .

Should I help you with dat?

make money now: Jst 2 gud, waiting patiently 4 d nxt post

Comimg up tmrw.

christabeli: Nice 1 underage. That komal is one selfish girl

That she is.

People think so much, talk too much, make plans, discuss their future, decide things, but sometimes things go exactly in the opposite way. Only in the end, a person realizes that there's nothing in his hand, and all he could do is try, hope and pray for the best. Most often, he does hope for the best but forgets to keep himself prepared for the future.

Aariz and Komal were not prepared for what happened the very next week after their last important conversation.

"Where are the parents?" Asked Aariz, staring at Zeest who was working in the kitchen, busy preparing dinner.

"They haven't returned yet." Foreboding crept up Zeest spine as she replied.

"They were supposed to be back by now." She threw a glance at the wall clock, which showed the time was a few minutes before nine p.m.

"Did they tell you anything else?" He asked quickly. "I mean did they have to go somewhere else too?"

"No. They had to attend a function but that was at four p.m." She said, keeping her eyes low as usual.

Aariz shook his head, his stringy hair flipping in his eyes. "I've told them many times that law and order situation is really bad these days. Still they don't care anything I say."

Ten minutes later, Aariz had tried everyone he could think to call----all of his relatives and father's friends. But none had any news for him. There had been no answer on his parent's cell phones. Now inside him was a hard knot of fear.

He bit his lower lip in frustration. Then forced himself to take a deep breath. There was no reason to panic. He had to sit and wait.

By the eleven p.m, Aariz didn't know whether he was more scared or more exhausted.

Suddenly, the phone rang with full intensity, breaking the pregnant silence in a horrifying way.

Zeest's heart plunged. Renewed alarm clamored through her veins.

He jumped and almost ran to recieve the call. His face was drawn with worry. Zeest looked at him in silence as he talked through the phone, praying for her in-laws' safety.

Suddenly, he slammed both his fists on the table top and vaulted to his feet.

Zeest heard his sharp intake of breath, and her heart stopped beating.

"What....what happened?" Are they alright?" Zeest asked in a trembling voice, her heart beating with full force.

He gave her one quick glance and said, "They are in the hospital."

The tires sequealed as Aariz's car rounded the corner and sped toward the hospital. He raced, driving so recklessly that it was a miracle he didn't have an accident and end in the intensive care unit with his parents. All the while, he prayed that those horrible images he'd conjured up would prove false. His parents with wounded bodies, facial lacerations, he shuddered violently at the thought.

He switched off the ignition while braking, leapt from the car and broke into a run. He met some doctors at the hallway of casualty.

Please God! He begged silently. Please don't take them away from me. He burst through the front door with all the grace of a charging bull.

"How are they?" Breathing hard, he asked the doctors in a shrill voice, after explaining who he was.

"I'm afraid......." One of the doctors tried to say.

Terror settled over Aariz like a shroud.

"Afraid of what?" Grasping the doctor by the shoulders, he asked. "What happened to them?"

A dazed look of helplessness spread over his face as he tried to tell him the news.

"What happened?" Aariz repeated, really frightened now.

"I won't say we tried our best, we didn't have enough time even for that!" He finished his sentence, and turned his face, avoiding Aariz's painful glare.

"Your father didn't give us much chance." Another doctor told him. "But your mother is still surviving. We're trying our best."

"I don't have much good news for you!" This time, it was some policeman. "While returning from some function this evening, they were attacked by a group of Shiyah sectarian terrorists."

"It's a miracle that your mother is still surviving." Someone had added, shaking his shoulder, trying to bring him back to his senses. "She had five bullets in her body. One punctured her lung. I'm not sure if....."He left his sentence unfinished.

"The bastards sprayed the bullets on their car like rain." Another man was telling him. "Your father was shot dead on the spot."

He couldn't hear more. Holding his head in his hands, he knelt down on the floor. There were voices in the background, someone was crying, someone was trying to hold him, someone was telling him that everything would be alright.

Was it possible now? Were all the things going to be alright like they were before?

Suddenly, he stood up from the floor, and ran toward ICU.

Two ward boys grabbed him by his shoulders.

"Mr. Aariz you can't go inside....."

"Like hell, I can!" He shouted, tears running down his cheeks. "I've got to see them, they are my parents."

His voice faltered, and he flinched as though someone had punched him in the gut. Staggering slightly, his shoulders sagged; he was near breaking point. On the doctor's nod, they released him. He opened the door and got inside.

His mother looked small and incredibly wounded, lying there beneath an oxygen tent, and there were so many tubes and monitoring devices that it was difficult to get close to her.

He wept silently as he looked at her.

"So mother, would you mind listening to me now?" He whispered, his cheeks wet, his eyes red.

"Don't go." He sobbed. "Don't leave me alone like this."

"Oh yes." He laughed weirdly, tears never stopping for a second. "But I know, you are very stubborn. Again, you'd pay no attention to what I'm saying."

"You never care about my feelings, do you?"

"But I won't ask you for anything, now."

He cried with so much intensity that made him cough and, toward morning, when Mrs. Ali passed away, there were no more tears to cry.

The next day, they were both buried according to islamic rights in the presence of the family and loved ones. It was a tragic moment for everyone.

"I'm sorry mother. I couldn't give you much happiness." He cried, as they finally hid the two graves beneath the thick soil and sand.

"But how could I give you something I never had?"

His faithful, sincere mother had truly accompanied his father, till the last of her breaths. Staring at the two adjacent graves covered with wet brown soil and freah red roses, he thought. People were saying things to him, trying to decrease his grief.

Such typical and ordinary remarks, perhaps at such instances, people don't have much words to say, just formalities, nothing else.

Suddenly, he felt someone's hand clasping his shoulders.

"Open your eyes and look at me!"

He found himself staring at Zeest, her own cheeks wet, her lids heavy as her eyes asked if she could get some right from him to share his pain and hurt.

"I don't want my share in your happiness." She had whispered. "But I can share your sorrows, if you trust me."

He shook her hand roughly from his shoulder, keeping his face averted. "Don't touch me."

Zeest couldn't meet his eyes then, they were so full of agony.

"Leave me alone." He said and again burst into tears, filling Zeest with dread.

***********

It was a brilliantly sunlit afternoon in early December, but its beauty was deceptive. The air had a chilling edge that hadn't been there earlier.

Komal got a taxi and went straight up to Aariz's home.

As she walked down the main lobby toward the hall, her footsteps echoed loudly on the marble floor. While moving, her full-skirted tawny skirts rustled, brushing her slim legs. She loved the dress she had chosen to wear; it came from her favorite English designer. Made of taffeta, it was the color of good sherry, the style a modern version of an Edwardian dress, with high neck, a smooth fitting bodice which emphasized her bosom, a tight little waist and long, full skirt beneath which were hidden layers of crisp lacy petticoats. It made her feel very feminine.

When she entered the hall, she found Aariz already waiting for her.

"Oh Aariz." She retorted painfully, obviously hurt by his weak and dejected appearance. "You look so thin and weak. What have you done to yourself?"

"Life is meaningless to me now." He said weakly. "Everyone has left me. I feel all alone."

Although he had lost weight in the past few days, still he looked too good, dressed in a pair of worn jeans and black wool shirt that complemented his eyes. It was open at the collar, revealing the hair on his chest. Komal felt her palms sweat.

"Cheer up, dear." Komal sat down near him, glancing around the elegant dinning-hall. "Things change. We've to move with time, life must go on."

"But," He asked loudly, his tone sharp. "Why did all these bad things happen to me?"

"No...." Komal shook her head slowly, looking into his eyes, which now had dark circles around them. "You are not the only one who had suffered. Don't you see what I've faced?"

Aariz stared at her absently but said nothing.

"Your parents had to go that way. You can't fight with your fate, and its your fate that you have to live without them now." Komal explained in a gentle voice.

"Assalaam alaikum." A sweet, feminine voice turned their faces away from each other.

It was Zeest, carrying tea and sandwiches for them.

Komal's head swung; she stared at the newcomer, brown eyes wide, mouth parted in shock and disbelief.

"How dare you invade my privacy?" Aariz shouted, giving her a look that burned her right away. "Can't you see I have a guest?"

Zeest almost dropped the drinks as she heard his loud voice. She had noted that he had become even more irritable and frustrated after his parents' death, losing his temper far more easily. Before her parents-in-law passed away, she had thought her relationship with her husband had improved a lot, but their untimely death had affected him in the worst way possible.

"Get out from here." He snapped.

Pure insult by her husband in front of another woman brought tears of pain in her beautiful eyes.

"You are a sadist Aariz Ali, who gains satisfaction in giving pain to other people." She thought.

Once again she was on the outside looking in, the rejected one. The pain of it was intense.

"No, wait." Komal raised her hand in a gesture.

Slowly, she turned around and looked at Komal.

"Who's she?" Komal's lips quickered and though she spoke to Aariz, her gaze never left Zeest.

"She's Zeest." He stopped his tongue before he could add, "My wife."

"Oh, I see." Komal sighed aloud. Zeest offered her a cup containing hot coffee.

"So, Miss. Zee....Zee, how are you?" She asked, setting an artificial smile on her lips.

"It's Zeest Zehra, may I correct Miss. Komal." She corrected gently, a friendly smile coming to her lips at the sight of this sweet, beautiful lady who sat before her with all of her feminine grace.

As Komal saw her for the first time, she felt disappointed. She had made a picture of Aariz's wife, a typical, backward, poor rural girl, who was ill-mannered and illiterate. But ahead of her, was no such girl, but a graceful, modest and well-mannered lady.

"So, this was the girl who destroyed our dreams." Komal said, without caring if Zeest could hear her.

Zeest reddened, embarrassed and hurt and yet unable to turn and walk away.

"Forget her." Aariz commented in a disgusted tone.

"I thought she is a simple, innocent rural girl." Komal said to Aariz, as she picked up her coffee. As she spoke, she didn't look at Aariz. Her eyes were on Zeest. "But she is one clever master piece."

Aariz raised his brows, not getting her point. Komal got his silent question and turned to face Zeest again.

"I heard you had finally convinced his mother for our marriage."

"Yes, I had."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want to spoil his future and dreams." Zeest explained with great patience.

"You make me laugh." Komal tried to laugh but couldn't. "You prevent yourself from committing a crime you already have?"

"How much sugar?" Zeest sent a questioning look at her, putting the spoon in the sugar pot.

"Leave it. You cannot make it sweet anyway." Konal replied dryly, irritably tossing back her mane of nut-brown hair.

Casting her gaze to the floor, she hoped Aariz couldn't see the pain caused by Komal's cruel insult glistening in her eyes.

"When are you two getting married?" Zeeat asked politely, her tone very soft.

"I don't think it's any of your business!" Komal said roughly, giving her a false smile.

"So, you don't want him to divorce you, huh?" Komal turned to face her again, forcing a calm into her voice she was far from feeling.

"It was just a request." Zeest muttered in a low voice, her eyes meeting his for a sparkling second.

She bit her lower lip and looked away, carefully avoiding his antagonistic eyes.

"Oh really?" Komal pushed a curl of brown hair back from her amused eyes.

"No." Komal then charged hoarsely, glaring at her. "It was a very clever trick to get him back into your trap again, so that you won't miss a single penny of his wealth and property.

For a second, Zeest couldn't believe that Komal could utter such a cheap thought. Her ego wanted her to give an equal reply in the same tone, but her heart told her that this comment was not worthy of even a small response from her.

"I think I should better go now." Said Zeest quickly, feeling a bit like a parcel nobody wanted.

As she turned and walked away, Komal looked back over one shoulder, her pretty hair following the turn of her head in a rhythmic flow of fine wave.

"One more thing. Don't get any ideas about fixing him up with you, because he's not interested. Is that clear?"

But Zeest had already gone.

"Aariz." Komal turned to face him once again. "I see no point in her staying here now. Get rid of her as soon as possible."

"But Komal....." He argued. "She had already said that she'd leave this house once we get married. All she wants is......"

"No." Komal didn't let him finish his sentence. "As a wife, I can't see another woman's name attached with yours. If you want to marry me, you must divorce her first."

Announcing her decision, she picked up her purse and threw one last disdainful look at him.

"The ball is in your court now." She said and with a toss of her head, she rose and left.

make money now: Asalamualaekum @ underage,i wish i didn't cme across ur story until it ws finished. Ure such a gud writer,weldone. Do u stay in pakistan? Aariz nd komal who is sunni? Greet ur boy 4 me. #team zeest

Thnx for d compliment. No I don't stay in Pakistan but av been there several tyms and I have many Pakistani friends. I guess you could be able to know who's sunni between them from the next update.
My boy says hi too.
Up up #TeamZeest

Samtolly4JESUS:


Please Aariz, don't fall my hands.

#TeamAariz

I hope so too.

Shuq29: Thanx for d update ma. Its true dat there is nothing patience cannot do in life nd it is neva too much unless it will nt be enough nd dats wat Zeest do. She believe in God,av patience nd believe in herself.

U r most welcome. U r ryt, there's nothing patience can't give u in life. May we have more patience in our hearts