His Beloved

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Dayyan was a twenty two year old boy, the only male in the house. A buff looking man with a body of one of those wrestlers from tv. He was strikingly handsome, with sharp features and dark brown almost black silky soft Hair. He was labeled as the most handsome man of the town by some horny little girls of the street. Sure he had the looks but he never flaunted. He never glanced twice at someone let alone a girl. Only interaction he had comfortably was with just the family he had which consisted of his mother and the family he lived with, Haya, Fariya and their mother. Dayyan was always the reserved one, but once you know him, he you wouldn't want to. He was basically a trouble maker yet a pain in the back. His personality was the only thing he was still living there. He never crossed his boundaries, and he respected them very much. He let his soft side only to be displayed in front of his mother and Fariya. He never let anyone in, yet his walls every single time crumbled down in front of Fariya. She had him wrapped around her pinky finger. She was his only solace, but she didn't know it, just yet.

Their banter was cut short over who was more intelligent, as Ammi, the lady of the house entered. A lady in her late forties, her hair silver but beautiful, wrinkled forehead, but a smile covering her face. Her eyes dulling over the time, yet sharp and experienced. Her features all alike Fariya and Haya. Dressed well and ready to leave.

A chorus of Salam (greeting) resonated around the kitchen. She replied, as she smiled her heartwarming ones. She was a teacher, teaching at a known school of the town. She was fairly more respected in the streets, after all she was classic history teacher to most of the students residing in the street. She looked worn-out, yet still managed to pull a smile on her face everyday, regardless of the difficulties she face. Haya wanted to be the woman just like her mother. She went through a lot, loosing her husband left a deep impact on her behind. She formed walls around her. Yet had a heart of gold. Trusting someone from the streets was not a every day thing.

In all the fuss, Haya totally forgot about her classes, with a gasp, she placed the cup of hot steaming tea in front of her mother, and ran over to her shawl, draping it around her flimsy body, she hurried over to her bag, grabbing it, she made her way over to the table. Kissing the forehead of her sister, she rushed out, not before sticking her tongue out to Dayyan who just playfully rolled his eyes, grinning.

"Let's go Ammi."

It was getting late as she shoved her things inside the car. She didn't know how to drive, and she never wished to even drive, she loathed the mere idea of driving, if not for the long routes, she would never ride in one of the boxes called cars.

Not minutes later, Asmara sat inside the car. She too would never have driven again if not for the responsibilities she had. The mother and the daughter always rode in one car while Dayyan almost every day drove Fariya to school. Leaving behind meena Auntie all on her own. That not she ever minded. She altogether needed peace, away from Dayyan who was all too worried for her every second of the day. He loved her mother dearly, he had no one beside her after all.

They talked randomly, the whole time to her University. After dropping her at the entrance, she drove away for her work.

She sighed, stepping inside. Without Noor the university never felt the same again.

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It was currently twelve in the afternoon, as we drove to his office building. My nerves were in a frenzy, as I pondered over all the possibilities as to why he called me here. He told me he needed to talk to me alone and as said, the driver was sent to my University, at exact twelve. He liked punctuality, right! But I am never punctual. I giggled over my laziness.

The sleek car came to a halt in front a huge building, a man suited in black, opened the door for me. I thanked for the small gesture. Stepping out, I looked at the building properly, towering over almost everything. Touching the sky. I had to crane my neck back to even scrutinize the tall thing standing just steps away from me. It was all light grey, and concrete. The name all too well stood out Walizada's, the name itself intimidated me. With a soft prayer sent sky's way, I stepped inside.

The place smelt of office, coffee, polish, sleekness and determination. Determination to do better, to thrive for better. The man ushered me inside the sensor hidden doors, as they slid open. He straight away lead me to the elevator, that too a private one. I deeply frowned yet kept my mouth shut.

Gesturing me to one of the doors on the top floor right after we stepped out, he made his way to the reception in front.

With heavy steps and pounding heart I knocked on the door twice before pushing it open. There he was. The man who has made my life a living hell since the day my eyes landed on him, or precisely, his eyes landed on me.

I squeaked out a small salam. Wearing the black suit, he looked handsome as ever, the clothes fitting perfectly on his taut figure. A man who had no time for someone measly like me, yet he was there sitting with the same smirk plastered on his face. If not for his perverted ways, I would've liked him for sure, who wouldn't? He was a charmer. I wouldn't have said that, if not for my mother gushing over him. The one who is not very comfortable or friendly with distant relatives, let alone a stranger. He had won her heart long back. A true gentleman he was in her eyes.

Replying to my meek salam, He gestured me to one of the seats in front of his desk, and I silently obeyed. The office had the tall, floor length windows, overlooking the beauty of Wayazo. The walls painted grey, ceiling a colorless white and the floor carpeted charcoal grey. The sofa matched the walls, that was placed over the side, a coffee table put in front. The desk was sleek and void of anything, just a branded laptop and a pen holder. No file, nothing.

"How are you?" He asked in his gruff voice, which I was beginning to dislike. I shrugged, not having an answer exactly. We were not sitting here just to ask each other how we were, I just did not skipped my lunch at the cafeteria with my not so close friends just to be here, talking about this. I had a lecture to attend soon.

He sighed at my lack of response.

Minutes passed by, as he just gawked at me. It was his usual. I was starting to think it was his favorite thing to do, gazing at me. He would observe me from afar everytime I would be over at Noor's. I sighed thinking about her. The last time we met, she was troubled. Her wedding was a disaster for me, not days back. I still get chills thinking about the days I spent in agony. I had no time to even enjoy, though there was nothing to enjoy, yet I wasn't fully with her mentally. I messed her a lot.

"I have a class to attend Mr. Walizada. So I suggest you speak for whatever you called me here for." I almost snapped, annoyed stiff, shooting him a look.

He was taken aback by my words, yet maintained his calm posture. Not giving away anything. He was always like this. The short span of time I have spent with him, I have noticed it a lot. He never likes to give away his emotions. He is reserved just like Dayyan. Oh well where did he came from? I internally rolled my eyes.

"Haya. I needed to ask you something important. Like very important." First I was almost left flustered by just the way my name rolled off his tongue, my name itself brought me tingles. And the way he said he needed to ask something very important, I was left in anticipation of what it could be. I nodded for him to ask.

"But first I need to tell you something." He was hesitant, it was clear. Yet he tried hiding it well. He masked away all his emotions well, yet played with others. I too hesitantly nodded, if it was something he was unable to voice out, then it will surely be something sensitive?