His Beloved

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"Salam baba." His thick voice resonated in the almost empty room. Giving a reply, he passed him a small smile. Getting to the head seat, he started his breakfast. Dishing out some omelette, he dove into it's scrumptious taste. It was their time, the breakfast and dinner was the only time they spent together quietly.

Finishing his breakfast, he got up wiping his mouth, all the while draping his coat. Kissing his father's head, he stood straight, getting his car keys, he stepped out of the threshold. All the while he knew his father was behind him, to see him off. It was his usual thing. Ehsaan Uncle was behind him, strolling his wheelchair, as he waved him off.

With a smile he hopped into his black SUV and drove out of the underground garage.

Connecting his phone to the car's Bluetooth, he dialed his personal assistant's number, Abeer. A man in his early thirties, with experience of an aged one.

It was far too early when he got a call from him, giving him an overview of his schedule, and there he got to know, it was an important meeting today.

"Abeer. Get me the files of all the shipments from the last month. I need them on my table when I get there." His voice was stern, leaving no place for an argument and people knew not to argue with him on anything, it will only earn them a bullet in their brainless skull.

Driving past the traffic, the roads were now all packed with cars lining up, children off to school. While shopkeepers skidded their shutters.

Just as he reached his office, he headed straight to his office. Not wanting to interact just yet, still early in the morning.

Not fifteen minutes into the office and he was already indulged in his work.

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Hurrying over to the stove, she quickly arranged the breakfast, all along tying her sister's hair.

It was not hard to guess, that she was running late, yet she still had to drop their breakfast. She was running behind the time and she still had to change her dress.

The steam coming over from the steal kettle pot on the stove was all blaring, hot water evaporating into the air, bubbling making the eerie silent room to come to life a little, as a panting Haya ran for it again, slamming her palm on her forehead over her recklessness. The water was all too angry and hot, as steam aired out, the pot near to empty, she even forgot to pour the milk, as the brown liquid glared up at her. The sole task of making tea was getting difficult for her. After all she was worried to her wits over the meeting she had to go at any cost. A certain brown eyed male flashed in front of her mind, making her huff out loud. It was getting on her nerves, as she shoved his mere being at the back of her mind. She had better thinks to do before she encounter's hell.

Haya was doing internship in one of the known companies of town. Though it didn't pay much but whatever she had, for her it looked more then enough.

"Fariya finish your breakfast, I will just change my dress and come pour you tea" Without waiting for a reply she dashed to her room. Not wanting to late more then she already was.

The room was average yet decorated whole heartedly. The two single beds were neatly tucked, and tiled floor was all clean. Just a shelf full of books and a study table was at the corner. The sturdy big brown cupboard from years was at the adjacent side. She loved it dearly, why wouldn't she even? It was the only memory remaining of his. It was a main chore of hers to clean and wipe away all the imaginary dust the huge thing barely had. It was still standing brand new, yet she craved for the person who was the sole reason she had this here and hers. She didn't want it to be left and seen as a memory but fate was too cruel to empathize.

She changed into her outfit she picked out last night. Tucking her matching duppatta (veil) over her white cotton kameez and trousers. Slipping into her black flats that were the comfiest she had in her collection of shoes, she headed out into the kitchen where a sulky Fariya sat on the four seater table.

The house was in a posh area of the town, but was the first built on the whole street. They were the most old ones living. The house was big, big enough to habituate more then ten people yet they only lived five, in that house. Still a lot of space left, that was not even used for any single thing.

"Fariya? You took the breakfast for auntie?" She asked concerned, hunching over the pot, pouring out the all too hot tea into cups.

She just nodded, finishing the last bite of her remaining breakfast. Getting up she dusted off the creases of her uniform and stormed off to where her bag was.

"Fariya go call Dayyan down here, he must be sleeping." Swiftly cleaning the tea stained shelf, she spoke out loud, annoyance and exasperation all too clear in her voice. He was a grown man for heaven's sake.

Before Fariya could climb a step, Dayyan stepped down the stairs, all freshly showered and ready to head out to University.

"No need Riya." Throwing a smile Fariya's way he stepped into the kitchen, taking a seat on the chair where just moments back she sat.

Haya threw a glare his way, annoyed to her core. Dayyan ignored her, just giving her his charming smile, turning around, he started conversing with a meek Fariya who gave out all the details of her tests she had to take.

"All prepared Riya?" He asked raising his perfect right eyebrow at her. He was concerned for her, yet he hid it well, not giving away, he didn't want to look a little bit soft to her, just because they were buddies. He won't let their overly friendly relationship effect her grades, after all who will, he had the right to! He was her tutor for Allah's knows how long. He was her guide since forever.

Fariya nodded, jerking her non existent strands aside, flaunting. She was certain she was going to ace them too, just like the previous and the ones before those previous. She never failed, Dayyan was the best after all. Fariya was not less, her IQ level was far more than the children her age. At the age of sixteen she had a holder full of gold medals and trophies of different contests.

"I hope so." He passed her an encouraging smile. They were attached to hip since as far as she could remember. She was the only one that put his mind off from things he was running away from. She was the source of light in his chaotic life.