9 - DREAM

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
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Inaya pov:
As we finished dinner, I couldn't take my eyes off Zaid. He was alive, sitting right in front of me. 
I hoped this was all just a dream, that I could go to him, hug him, cry on his arms, and tell him how much I missed him, how much I still loved him. 
I was still madly in love with him, even after not seeing him for two years. He was the only one who had ever loved me in my entire life.
I never got my mother's love, her hugs, or her comfort. She was always busy with her family - Hayat, Adeen Bhai, and Zoya. They were her family, not me.
I was just a person in the Shaik family. Nor did I get my father's encouragement or support. 
He was always busy, and when I wanted to talk to him or play with him, he was always preoccupied. Adeen Bhai and Hayat Didi never considered me their sister; they always ignored me until I turned 12.
After that, I never saw them or heard their names again.
But Zaid loved me. 
He listened to my nonsense, handled my tantrums without saying a word.
He was handsome, my husband, wearing a black outfit that hugged his muscles. I couldn't help but still ogle him. My inner voice mocked me,
"Inaya, you want to hate him, but you can't help checking him out."
Zeeshan's voice broke my thoughts,
"Inaya, let's go."
I nodded, rose from my chair, took my bag, and we were about to walk out when I saw Zaid and his business partner, Pavel, waiting. Why was he here? How did he know Zaid? Pavel approached me, and I shook his hand with grace, but I hated this guy. 
He had asked me out on a date the day we met, which I didn't like.
As Pavel asked about Zeeshan, I grabbed his biceps and introduced him as my soon-to-be husband
I could see Zaid's eyes fixed on my hand, which was grasping Zeeshan's biceps.
He was burning with jealousy, but he wasn't showing it. His jaw was clenched, and he was cursing under his breath.