Matters Of The Heart

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A/N.

Hey guys.
Hold a popcorn and tissue in your hands and enjoy the last part of my book.

I literally cried writing this
Hope you all will shed the tears of happiness.

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ZAYYAN HUSSAIN MALIK'S POV:

I doffed the coat, and let out a frustrated sigh. Leaning my head on the couch, I stared through the laptop screen, when my eyes flickered at the frame sitting on the bed and Clenching her stomach.
My head jerked up and I leaned my head on the screen to get a clear view.

" Madiya" a whisper left my mouth, I could see that she was holding her stomach and her face went pale.
I took my phone and dialed her number immediately, as I watched the laptop screen anxiously.
I could see that her phone is placed near the bed side table, and before it could ring the third bell I pressed the disconnect button and placed the phone on the table.

Realisation dawned on me and I shut my eyes at my helpless state.
I took my phone again and dialed the number of one of the worker of my house, in two rings she picked.

" Assalamu alaikum sir" came a voice from background, " go check on madiya and please massage her temple until she sleeps, she is on her period I hope you understand" I said.

" Okay sir I'll check on her" she said,
" And ya don't tell her I called you" I added immediately.

My attention turned towards the knock on the door and I yelled a come in. But my eye's where fixed on the screen, I glanced at Aameen who cleared his throat to gain my attention, " everything fine ?" He questioned and passed the look of dismay.

" Madiya" I whispered, " bhai, I know you know this, but still want to inform you that bhabhi is missing you so much"
He said sadly and I turned my gaze back at him, " I know that Aameen" I added. I then fixed my gaze back on the screen and traced my finger tip on her frame. The only thing that is separating us is the screen.
A sad smile made its way towards my lips at the thought.

She laid down on the bed and took my pillow and holded tightly in her arms,
" Ma'am please take the medicine" said zainab the worker, and she shook her head.

Aameen came to my side and watched the screen, and I shook my head at her stubbornness, " I don't want to, you please go out zainab" she said her voice wobbly.my breath hitched seeing her.
" Bhabhi is so stubborn" added Aameen shaking his head and I nodded at him.
" ma'am zayyan sir wouldn't want you to be sick when he returns back" zainab added immediately.

She sat and took the glass and tablet and gulped it down, after Zainab Marched out of the room she laid down and holded my pillow on her arms tightly, as if her life depended on it. " Where are you zayyan? You could have atleast called me once or received my call.... I miss you" she said as the tears escalated down her cheeks.

" I am here my love... Right in your heart" I touched the screen and wiped the tears from my eyes, I shut the laptop and stood up, knowing very well that she is gonna cry unaware of the hidden camera in the room.

" Bhai did Brayden disclose anything?" Questioned Aameen as we both walked through the torture room. " Still no Aameen" I said and crashed through the doors of the roo. Where my eyes flickered at the person
Sitting in the wooden chair and wrapped around the chain.

Blood was oozing out from his nose and mouth and the guards were surrounding him holding there respective guns on their hands.
All the things from past two days came rushing to my mind just like a wave,
I had to lie to everyone that I am going to Australia for a urgent meetings, where the truth wad I am in the secret house where I kidnapped Brayden James.