Khamosh Mohabbat

Part 34

Hamza has come down slowly today, Maya suggested to him that coming down will make him feel better. Hamza, his right arm encased in a white plaster cast, sat propped up on the couch, his face bearing occasional lines of discomfort as he gingerly shifted to find a more comfortable position.

He had improved so much more in the past few days, with Maya's relentless care. She had left no stone unturned, from bathing him to feeding him or spending time with him to ensure he was not bored.

Since he was not in his bedroom, he asked his office team to visit him at home. Maya made him comfortable on one of the couches and led his team members to him for the meeting.

The way his office team met Maya was very surprising for Hamza, although the respect element was there which had to be there of course she's Mrs Boss, but the softness and liking in their behaviour cannot be missed.

Across from him sat Amna, his secretary, a notebook and pen in hand, ready to jot down any directives or updates Hamza might have. Marketing head Tehreem and the GMs of his company leaned forward attentively their expressions were a blend of affection and determination, reflecting the gravity of the situation and their commitment to keeping things running smoothly in Hamza's absence.

"So, regarding the new production line," Tehreem began, her voice steady and professional, "we've encountered a few setbacks with the supplier, but I've already reached out to alternative sources to ensure minimal disruption."

Hamza nodded; his gaze focused despite the pain throbbing in his rib. "Good work, Tehreem. Keep me updated on any developments."

Meanwhile, the GMs chimed in, detailing progress on various projects and addressing any concerns that had arisen in Hamza's absence. Each update was met with Hamza's thoughtful input, his mind sharp despite the physical discomfort he was enduring.

Throughout the discussion, Maya moved silently around the room, her concern evident in every gesture as she made sure Hamza had everything he needed. She couldn't help but feel a pang of worry every time he winced or grimaced in pain, but she also admired his resilience and determination to keep things running smoothly despite his injuries.

Maya served them tasty homemade snacks like Kabab, Samosay, and Chana Chat, and they all thoroughly enjoyed the discussion. Hamza kept smiling at the way Maya was ensuring that his employees were given equal respect as any other guest. (another trait just like his mom).

As the meeting ended, Hamza thanked Amna and the team for their dedication and hard work, assuring them that he would be back on his feet soon. Maya breathed a sigh of relief as they bid farewell, grateful for the support system that surrounded this handsome man who was her husband during this challenging time.

As the evening draped the room in a soft, golden hue, Maya settled beside Hamza, her heart fluttering with an unspoken tenderness. She stole a glance at him, his features softened by the gentle glow, and she couldn't help but smile, her eyes alight with affection.

"You're amazing, you know that?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of her admiration.

Hamza's tired smile lit up his face as he met her gaze, the warmth in his eyes matching the softness of her own. "Acha? Aur ye inkishaaf (realization) kaise howa aap ko?" he replied, his tone tinged with playful curiosity.

A soft chuckle escaped Maya's lips as she turned to face him fully, her heart dancing with the intimacy of the moment. "I have seen you working around your team," she began, her voice a gentle melody that filled the space between them. "You have a unique way of getting work done. You listen to everyone, do not discourage them, and then you develop the resolve with them."