Dil Jale

Chapter no 23 (Past)

Important: I'm not justifying Mubashira,s actions and I'm not trying to white wash her. It's just an assumption that why she became like this.

Warning: This chapter is unedited!!!

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Mubashira stirred, a sleepy hum escaped her lips as she opened her eyes blinking them continuously to adjust to the sudden light. She felt a grip around herself and looked down.

A silent gasp escaped her lips as she remembered what happened yesterday.

How he trusted her, then his vulnerable confession, then the slight banter and then how he combed her hair rather affectionately, how she kept her head against his heart and drifted to sleep.

She smiled, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. She somehow managed to come out of his grip and looked at him, her heart ached as she watched him sleeping in an uncomfortable position. His neck will be sore and she was sure about it.

Zaid.

Mubashira called out softly, her hand reached out to cup his cheek with tender reverence.

He hummed sleepily but didn't wake up. Instead he moved down and laid on the bed rather comfortably.

Mubashira covered her mouth with her palm to stop the giggles bubbling within her and then covered him with the blanket and slipped out of the bed.

Mubashira stepped out of the washroom, dressed up in a dark blue Salwar kameez. She had often noticed how Zaid,s eyes lingered on her whenever she wore Salwar kameez or Saree. The glint of happiness in his eyes never went unnoticed by her. She sat in front of the table and then did minimal make-up. She walked towards him and placed a tender kiss on his forehead. Her eyes softened as she admired him for a moment.

Her heart overflowed with affection and she couldn't help but whisper

I love you.

The words were barely above a whisper but they carried the weight of her affection and growing attachment for him.

She stood up and looked at him for a moment before walking towards the door.

A soft bang was heard and then Zaid opened his eyes. His heart was pounding like a drum in his chest and his breath left him in a whoosh.

Zaid sat up. His breath coming out in short gasps. He palmed his mouth, his eyes heavy.

Am I seriously...

He trailed off, unsure about his feelings.

Per kaise? Bachpan se Mubashira se nafrat ki hai maine toh ab yeh sab....

His tongue left the power to speak. He gulped the lump that formed in his throat.
A mixture of conflicting emotions enveloped him. He couldn't bring himself to accept the truth.

Aagh mera sar.

He held his head with a groan. There was a war in between his heart and mind. He couldn't help but feel frustrated and a sigh escaped him.

Evening

After the office time. He found himself sipping on his tea

Mr Jafar asked Zaid sitting beside him on the other chair.

Zaid smiled looking up at Mr Jafar.

Mubashira ke bare mein soch raha tha.

Zaid confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mr Jafar smiled, a glint of understanding evident in his eyes.

Kya soch rahe thy Mubashira ke bare mein?