Her blood pressure was high, seems like she was taking tension about something but what?
Daniyal sees off the doctor to the door and again went to his wife, who was laying on their king-size bed.
Putting the white comforter to her waist, Daniyal sat beside her and held her forehead in his hand, she also had a fever. Although, the doctor gave her a shot, but Daniyal was still scared for her and his baby.
He felt her moving which made him sit straight.
Hafsa slowly opened her eyes and looked around confusingly.
"Hafsa, are you okay?" Daniyal held her hand in his and asked.
"Huh?" Hafsa was still confused, but looking at Daniyal's face, all the event of the evening and last few months fall in her mind which made her removed her hand from his grip harshly.
"I.. I am fine..." Telling him, she tried to sit up.
"Be careful." Daniyal didn't notice her bitter behavior and helped her in sitting.
Neither he noticed her wet eyes.
"Your blood pressure was high," Daniyal informed her when she sat up properly and looks at her.
Even in this weak state, her hair loosely falling on her face and her face as pale as a sheet, she manages to look beautiful, like a princess. But there was a uncertainty on her face too.
"Hafsa! Did something happen? You look tense." Daniyal asked her.
Hafsa looked into his eyes, wanting to ask why he is worried about her? When all day he was with another girl.
But couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to question him. She was scared of the answer.
What if that girl was his- her heart stops by this mare thought, she wouldn't able to accept this reality.
"Hafsa?" When she didn't reply to him, Daniyal called her and tightened his grip on her hand.
"Yeah? I am okay..." She manages to whisper.
•••
In the dim light of her room, Hafsa looked at Daniyal's sleeping face, he was peacefully sleeping after dinner while Hafsa's peace was missing.
As her eyes trale to his face, she recalled his smiling face.
She was his wife and Daniyal was never this free or lively with her.
She felt a pang in her heart, as her gaze froze on his face.
She was looking at him as if seeing him for the first time.
She remembers it very well when she saw Daniyal Malik for the first time, like it happened yesterday.
•••
Flashback*
Hafsa Siddiqui was the only daughter of Ubaid Siddiqui.
Ubaid Siddiqui was a businessman whose office Daniyal Malik used to work.
Ubaid Siddiqui always used to praise Daniyal Malik's hard work and sincerity, the first time Hafsa saw Daniyal was also her first day at the office.
"Daniyal, Can you show Hafsa around?" Hafsa was in her father's cabin when Daniyal entered there.
Dressed in simple pant and shirt, Daniyal Malik still had an aura which can make anyone stop and stare. He wasn't short, neither tall, his height was perfect. He was fit, nor too thin or muscular, his muscles were in right place to build perfect physique for him. His messy hair falls on his forehead as he put them behind by his hand and smiles at Ubaid Siddiqui.
He was clean shave, and Hafsa could see dimples on his cheeks which made her breath stopped for a moment.
Hafsa wasn't the type of girl that checked boys out. Yet with Daniyal Malik, Hafsa couldn't help checking him out. It was the first time she has seen any boy this handsome.
Daniyal showed Hafsa around the office, explaining to her some things which Hafsa didn't seem to pay attention to. Her eyes, again and again, would freeze on Daniyal. And Daniyal Malik didn't even glance at her unless talking to her about something.
It has been one month since she joined the office. And in one month, Hafsa hears many rumors about herself that her employees spread when thought she isn't paying attention.
Some young men even tried to impress Hafsa as she was the only daughter of Ubaid Siddiqui. But Daniyal Malik, he never involved himself in any rumors. he never tried to impress, he never even talks to anyone in office unless it is work-related.
Even in break hour, Daniyal would be found in his cabin with a cup of tea and sandwich, working on his laptop.
In just one month, Hafsa understood why her father praises Daniyal Malik.
And she couldn't help herself from falling for him.
Handsome face, calm personality, and soft smile always on his face but reserved nature, that's how Daniyal Malik was. And now, he had her heart in his fist. He could control all her emotions and he was unaware of it.
Hafsa wasn't kind of girl who talks to boys. All her life, it was boys who tried to talk to her, trying to befriend her, but Hafsa would always lower her gaze and walk past by him. She had saved her modesty for her husband, she had saved her love for her husband. And now, Daniyal Malik was ruling those dreams.
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