Far Away Love ✓

√chapter seventeen

Zainab's POV

"What's wrong with both of you?" Nofil asked looking at both of us in unison.

"Nothing. What would have happened to us? Instead, you just disturbed me since I was watching an interesting over of the match. Anyways, what brings you here?" Shaiq replied before I could even open my mouth. And I could note the sarcasm in his tone.

"Oh my- I am sorry for this," she beamed while rubbing her nape, "but I want something from you."

"What?"

"Can I take your wife for a few minutes? I want to talk something to her, "right at this moment, she glanced at me and gave me a cheeky grin before looking back at her brother, "I promise you will get her back soon."

My ears perked up when I hear they were talking about me which prompted me to get up from where I was sitting and stroll in their direction.

"Why are you asking me? Ask whom you have work from," Shaiq mumbled while turning back. He paused for a few minutes seeing me in his way all of a sudden before making his way to the inside of the room.

"Oh yeah true, I am so dumb," she chuckled loud, "Bhabi, will you come out for a second?"

I nodded with a smile. I wondered which she wanted from me now.

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After conversing with Nofil for ironically the really few minutes she did claim, I came back into the room. Though I was getting worried for no reason that what thing she wanted to ask me, I still couldn't understand why she required me to come in such a hurry that to this late in the night to discuss such a small thing. She wanted me to plead with the coffee shop owner where I used to work for not giving my vacancy to anyone but one of Nofil's poor and needy friend from college, as she and her family were in the bad financial condition right now and also, getting a job, was also a hard task in itself. I didn't have any problem with this because I didn't even need this job anyway so I said yes to her. I would ask Meekal to talk on behalf of me for this girl to the owner as I wouldn't be able to go there myself and also, he was still working there to make some money for the treatment for his skin cancer-diagnosed little sister.

I closed the door slightly behind me as my eyes roamed towards Shaiq who was undoubtedly, still laying on the couch and his eyes were fixed on the tv. The match had still going on and he was so engrossed in it that he didn't even move a little. I ignored him and headed near the bed. I had no energy to talk to him anymore and also after whatever he said a while ago, I needed some time to process it. He just couldn't say something like this to me. In my whole life, I never thought the Shaiq who was my best friend would ever change; he would always remain this funny, this silly, this loving, and this caring. But our marriage changed him; this much that sometimes he seemed a different person.

I took off the chiffon dupatta from around my neck and placed it on the side of my pillow as I laid down on the bed. After covering myself with the blanket, I tried to sleep by closing my eyes but looked like, this loud annoying voice of commentary wouldn't let me even doze off. I waited for a moment for Shaiq to himself notice and lower down the volume. But when after some time, nothing changed; I sat up irking.

"Shaiq, would you please lower down the volume? I am unable to sleep due to it," I almost yelled at him to hear me in all this noise.

"Gosh! What the hell is wrong with you?" He replied in the same loud voice which caused my eyes to widen in anger as to how he dared to talk to me in this tone. I pulled up my both sleeves and about to say something when what he said next, taped my mouth, "he can't even get an easy catch and is playing in the national team. Who idiot selected him?"