𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕

                                    

                                          
Fabiha's P. O. V
Zayaan is still resting his head on my knees. We both are quiet right now. The whole room is pin drop silent. Only his heavy breaths can be heard. His hair is still wet. Like always he never dries his hair up. It's me who always does that for him. He never takes care of himself. I slowly took the towel that he kept beside me. And I start drying up his hair. Slowly and steadily. His raised his head up as he felt my trace on his hair. He looks at me with calm glittery eyes. His gaze is a bit different from the other times.
This time his gaze is filled with admiration. He is eyes are fixed on me as I move forward to dry his hair. He tilted his head a bit and asked, "Are you willing to give me another chance to prove myself?" Softly. I didn't answer him, rather I focused on my task. He didn't like my silence. He held my hand and stopped me on doing my task. "Please answer me, Spark." He pleaded. Spark? Who is he calling Spark? I stared at him with confusion and asked, "Spark?" He was hesitant at first and then he started, "Yes. Spark. It matches your presence in my life. That's why I named you Spark. But if it makes you feel uncomfortable then I am really sorry, I will never call you that. I swear." He cleared. 
I let out a small laugh and softly pushed him aside. And went to get the ginger tea I made for him earlier. He ran after me. I don't know why but I am loving to make wait for my answer. I make him sit on the bed as I serve him the tea. "Should I take this a yes?" He asked as he takes the tea from my hand with a hopeful look. I pull him by his ear and say, "At first drink the tea, you bastard. Or else you you night catch cold again." Softly. "No." He screamed as he held my hands again. "I want your answer. Please answer me." He added. A smile adorned my face as I looked at him. "Isn't it enough as an answer?" I answered with a warm smile. Zayaan pumped up as he got his answer. He keeps the tea on the bedside table and pulls me in a tight embrace. His embrace was filled with admiration. He broke the embrace and ,"This time I will not give you any chance to complain, my spark. This time I will prove myself. I won't disappoint you this time." He said in a thick voice. 



Zayaan's P. O. V
I am stuck in the office with a pile of pending files. I got distracted as Ryan takes a seat in front of me. "So how's your life lately?" He asked simply. "Lately it was awful. But from last night." I stopped as a big big appeared on my face. Ryan looked at me with suspicion, "From last night?" He asked as he smirks. "Fabiha gave me another chance." I added. Ryan's eyes widened as he heard, "Really?!" He asked with excitement. "Yes, she did." I assured him. Ryan congratulated me. "You know Ryan, what I did to her has affected her badly. And I really regret about it. I know I can't turn things to how they were back then. But now." I stopped. "Now I want to make things right and make her the happiest person. And now I don't see this marriage of ours as a deal. I take this marriage seriously. I  want to show her that I truly love her and I always will. You know Ryan, ever since we got married, she's is the only thing that runs in my mind all the time. And deep down I got no words or actions that can really make up for what I did to her. I am truly grateful to her as she gave me another chance. This time I will do whatever it takes to get my Spark back. I know I am not a perfect at a snap but I will not step back on proving my love for her. Never." I stated. 
"That's a lot a speech." Ryan started. "Since you got your second chance then use it wisely. And most importantly, Nobo Borsho is coming. Hope that you will use this Nobo Borsho ( Bengali new year) wisely." Ryan advised. I nodded. Soon we were disturbed by the ringing on my phone. "Sorry, it's my alarm." I said as I turned the alarm off. "Alarm?" Ryan asked. "Oh, I have been really busy today. And I will pick Fabiha up from her university. In case I forget to pick her up, so I set the alarm to remaind myself." I answered. "Damn. You're really putting efforts." Ryan complimented. I ignored him and went to pick her up.



Author's P. O. V


Fabiha and Zayaan are now stuck in the traffic. Soon the traffic ended and Zayaan took a left turn. Seeing him turning left Fabiha bacame beffled and asked, "That's not the right way for home." Zayaan's face adorned a smirk as he replies, "I know." "Why is there a smirk on that monkey like face of yours?" Fabiha demanded. "Monkey like face?" Zayaan felt offended. "Yes." Fabiha replied. "How can a person call such a handsome face a monkey like face?" Zayaan asked. "At first answer my question." Fabiha stated. "I won't answer you." Zayaan replied. "Why?" Fabiha fawned. "Because you just called me a monkey." Zayaan said. " So what? I spitted facts." Fabiha defended. "Well well, now you do really deserve a punishment." Zayaan stated with a devilish grin. Fabiha's eyes widened as it was the second  time  Zayaan said that. All her thoughts were shaken off as the car stopped in front of a beautiful structure. "Hyrry up, Spark. Get off the car." Zayaan said. And she followed. "Why are we here?" Fabiha demanded. Again there was a devilish grin on his face as he comes close to her blocking the distance between them. Both of them could feel their breath. Their nose touched. Fabiha's breathes become heavy as her heart starts to beat faster. "To punish you." Zayaan whispers into her ears leaving Fabiha shiver.














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