His Heart? Knows
{?That he still wants her?}
Writer: Temiloluwa
Twenty-five & Twenty-six
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Aamir was about to say something when the door opened again and she walked in… Oops sorry! I mean they walked in. They walked in hand in hand. It wasn’t even the impeccable presence of the man that walked in that caught Aamir’s attention.
It was the blooming flower beside him. The flower was his years ago till… he cast it away. Time seemed to stop as Aamir looked at her without even blinking.
She hasn’t noticed him yet but was still staring at the guy beside her with a smile on her face. That smile that he had forgotten about. The smile that seemed to form a lump in his throat.
Even his employees were looking at Zoya. They had never seen a beautiful lady like her before. What more, she wore an abaya to the meeting instead of a professional clothing like the one miss Neha is wearing? But who cares. When the abaya is actually very beautiful and fits her perfectly.
“Kashan, you have to behave and don’t call me she-devil during this meeting or I’ll will make sure to stomp my heels on your shiny shoes so hard that you’ll cry out of pain,” Zoya told Kashan. She still hasn’t notice that everyone’s attention is on her.
Kashan gave her smirk and then they faced the audience. She smiled at the employees, her gaze trailing across the room until finally… She saw him.
Her complexion turned pale and Kashan looked at her cause she withdrew her hand from his.
Zoya stared at Aamir and he stared back at her. Everyone around them seem to disappear until they could only see themselves in each other’s eyes.
‘Get your hands off me right now!’
‘You should have thought of him before opening your legs to seduce my brother! Zoya, move out of the way and don’t make me hit you!’
‘Don’t you dare call me mother! I cannot give birth to a vile woman like you! I must be cursed to have a daughter in-law like you.’
‘My brother clearly made a mistake in marrying you.’
‘Don’t touch my son with your filthy hands. Leave here this instant or I’ll call the guards to throw you out.’
Tears pooled in her eyes as all these words ? echoed in her head over and over again. Those words many years ago that kept hurting her and is still hurting.
She looked down instantly. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She immediately blinked those stubborn tears back as Kashan held her hands again.
She looked up at him and he saw the tears she was so desperately to hide. “Zoya… Are you okay?,” he asked.
Aamir looked at Kashan. Who is he? Why is he touching Zoya that way? She… She didn’t move on, did she?
He stared at her again. She looks the exact opposite of how she looked years back. She didn’t like wearing these eye-catching and chic abaya then… What changed?
He looked down at the files on his laps and struggled to stop himself from sniffling. He tried to stop the tiny little tear drop that wanted to escape.
He couldn’t help but remember that day. She had cried,’My son… I need my son… Please bring Samir to me.’
‘Please, I’m not lying… Believe me just this once. I’ve never looked at any other man after I got married to you. Please for the sake of Samir,’
He sniffed again and looked down. He has never said this but on that pencil sketch drawing she made for him, there was an acronym at the bottom of the drawing.
‘DOVE’. He had been confused for days wondering what that mean. He had searched on the internet but couldn’t even find a satisfying answer.
He checked florist shops if they would know the meaning to it but none had an idea. Then he had found this hand bracelet that was supposedly meant for him but once again she never gave him.
The initials printed on the bracelet was,’DO YOU LOVE ME?’ That was a question meant for him right? He was supposed to answer that right? She was supposed to give him that but it never got to him. Why?
Would he have answered it if she had even shown him? You and I know the answer?.
He finally managed to figure out that ‘DOVE’ could actually be an acronym for those words. He looked down at the purple tie he was wearing. It had this acronym too. D for Do and the remaining words ‘OVE’ for love. That’s how the ‘DO YOU LOVE ME?’ was formed.
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