With Love, Zayn✅

10.

Zayn was beginning to regret his decision of coming back. Yet, whenever he thinks of his deceased sister, that thought gets thrown out of the window.

So far, all he got was two answers and more questions.

One, Kulsum introduced Hayra to Aasim. Reason, he's yet to find out and he intends to ask Aasim about it though he detest seeing the man's face.

Second, Hanif is in love, or at least, was, in love with Kulsum and that he doesn't love Sabrina. Zayn couldn't help but fear Sabrina would go through what Kulsum did. But if anything, he knows no one can go through what she did. At least, not Sabrina.

And then, the most recent, the message he got. Who is Aisha Liman and how is related to any of this?

Those were the questions that had been running through his head for the past three days that he had locked himself in his house brainstorming. He couldn't invite Kamal over because the man travelled abroad for some mission but will be back soon. He also couldn't send him the message because he can't get a hold of him.

That is a standard protocol for someone like him. When he goes on a mission, there's no way of contacting him till he's done and back home. That's one of the reasons why his family worries about him but Zayn isn't worried one bit.

Kamal is a definite goofball but the man is sharp. Zayn has zero doubt about that. And so, he knows that the man will return alright.

Without Kamal, Zayn doesn't trust anyone else to handle the job so he tended to do it himself. And that's what he has been doing for three days. He has thought about over and over, skimmed through everyone he knows in Aasim's family and that of his, but nothing.

No one has that surname in both families. So there was no way of finding her.

He tried to call the number, but it wasn't going through. Besides, it is a private number so he couldn't get anything. He sent messages to the number but got nothing in reply.

He couldn't help but wonder if it's the same person that had been sending Kulsum messages, and that had him slowly losing his mind over it all.

In simple words, he's a mess.

He barely ate, mostly living off on coffee. The sleep he got in those three days were barely for about 5 hours. He had been stuck in the confines of his apartment without going out. His medicine that he got the other day were long forgotten, and the messages Dr. Asma dropped him, long ignored. He could feel his actions beginning to take a toll on him but he wasn't willing to rest without getting answers.

And quite unfortunately, he couldn't get a thing.

Amidst the stacks of papers, he had gotten, he sat scrolling through various information on his Macbook; a cup of coffee in his hand.

The doorbell went off, making him look up with his brows furrowed deeply. Who could it be? He wondered. For as far as he knows, there's no one that knows about the apartment.

Sighing when the doorbell went off again, he placed the Macbook aside and kept the coffee mug on the table beside him before he stood up. He took steady steps to the door for when he stood up, he felt lightweight for the brief second there. Nevertheless, he shook it off and opened the door.

However, he regretted his decision the minute he saw who stood on the other side. Without wasting a second, made a move to close the door but a hand was placed to stop him. He didn't stop though, he pulled the door with a slight force that must've hurt the owner of the hand, only opening it again when he heard an 'ouch' from the person.

He shook his head, and narrowed his eyes at Aasim, "Get lost" He made a move to close the door now that Aasim had retrieved his hand quickly.

"Wait, Zayn, I just wanted to talk"