Another Hate Love Story

13.

ADNAAN'S POV:

I woke up early in the morning, or its better to say that Sara's hand disturb my slumber, and when I open my eyes her hand was laying on my chest, she was in deep sleep and didn't realised how much she was close to me, but her face had tear marks, that means she was again crying.

But I don't have enough time to think about her.. I already have many works to do, I can't afford to be a detective just because of her crying and awaking while night.

Slowly removing her hand from my chest I stepped down from bed. The first work which I done was nothing else but checking my mails and messages. There were many messages but A message made me surprised. That was Maizah aapi's text to remind me that it was Sara's birthday. I actually didn't had idea about that. But shrugging all the thoughts I went to my room and started getting ready for office, Sara was still sleeping and I didn't bother to wake her up for breakfast. I don't want her favour just for breakfast.

After a long shower I felt fresh and no more sleepy, wiping my wet hair I stepped out from bathroom and a voice fall in my eyes.

"Yeah mummy your decision was absolutely correct, He is a very loving and caring husband." Sara was talking to her mother and I felt something odd... I know she was lying but her voice was giving happy vibes, I was amazed on that! What I have done which made her so happy with this marriage? I was clueless but I pay a glance to kitchen as she was there and...

I was shocked! She was wiping her tears.

"Yeah he wished me! Even he was saying to throw a party but I refuse to do so, after all I will have to clean all the mess after that party." She chuckled while saying so and her happy voice made me felt guilty one more time. She wasn't suppose to behave like that.

"We both are fine but I'm missing you, take care of yourself and Don't worry about me." She was saying that without knowing that I was standing behind her. She was continuously talking to her mother and I was witnessing her acting skills, but I took silent steps to my room. I didn't want to show that I have a small idea about her birthday.

"Adnaan" I was wearing shirt when Sara call me from the doorstep of room. "Hmm" I said in ignoring way while buttoning up my shirt.

"Mummy wants to talk to you" Placing her mobile on bed she said and left the room, she didn't look towards me, maybe trying to hide the wetness of her eyes.

"Assalamualaikum phuppi Jaan" I greet him with a happy voice but I was watching Sara going towards kitchen.

{Phuppi Jaan= Paternal Aunty}

"Waalaikumas salam, How are you beta?"

"Bas phuppi Jaan, aap ki beti ko bardash kar raha hu, aap samajh jaiye main kesa ho sakta hu" I replied with a chuckle and she also laughed.

(Well Aunty, I'm bearing with your daughter, so you can understand how I'm!)

"Sara zyada nakhre dikhati hai kya?" She asked and her tone told me that she was happy and I didn't want her to be worried because I love her so much.

(Does Sara show her tantrums very much?)

"Aap uski tension nahi lijiye, main hu na use sambhalne ke liye!" I replied in playful manner and she again laughed

(You don't have to be worried about her, I am not there to handle her)

"Sara Khush-kismat hai jo tum jesa shohor mila, pehle uske papa ne use Princess ki tarah rakha aur ab tum use raani Bana kar rakh rahe ho" I could feel she was going to cry with happiness of her daughter, but This fasle always make me guilty. I never like Sara but I never like tears in her eyes.