Rafa followed me to my room. I started changing in to my usual Armani suit. Giving me a quizzical look, he came towards me, narrowing his eyes on me.

"What is it Rafa?" I asked him as I started setting my hairs back.

"I think I asked you to stay here, didn't I?" He questioned, rather sarcastically.

"Hmm... yea Rafa you did but I have wrought as well my stuffs are back there at my flat." I answered him back.

"Those things can be arranged Asad." He said, sitting in the bed.

"Hmmm." I kept mum because I can't tell him the real reason of me not wanting to stay. It was Firdaus. I don't want those memories buried in the back of my mind getting back and playing with me. For four years I managed to keep myself calm, even though I had so many questions rummaging through my mind. Those questions which never got answered. Because only one person could have answered me and that was her.

"Don't hmmm me. I will call Nancy and ask her to send your stuffs here." He said going through his phone. Which I assume he is checking his contacts for her number.

"Rafa you are being stubborn." I complained.

"OH, that is what I am." He replied and started directing through the call.

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After dinner...

After lunch and a small discussion with Rafa I got indulged in my work. The construction cost, the strong built, the number of workers, the perfect planning and management was a must. It was a huge project which I was investing and no doubt if everything goes well. As well the handling of the recent deals and ongoing production was little exhausting. Anyhow Janet has kept me updated till now. Handling dad's business and wanting to start mine without each other affecting the other was some sort of work. Many people would think that I got things on silver platter which I won't deny but with every level there is an equal number of challenges. I wasn't hard to say that I had my full focus on my work and family.

Dinner was awesome as always. Umera aunty never failed to impress people with her amazing cooking skills. No wonder Firdaus too used to cook those delicious... wait! What is wrong with me? Why I can’t remove her from my mind? May be just because I saw her today after so four years. It doesn't matter. I just need some fresh air. Need to release this tiredness and stress of work. Then probably my mind would be relieved.

Walking out my room I strolled down the stairs while checking my phone for any updates. Directing myself out I went to the luminous garden of this bungalow. It has always been something about this place that I always seem to be at calm. If after namaaz I felt some where this peace it was here. I sat down on the bench watching the dark sky. The stars where illuminating bright at this hour of night. The cool breeze flew hitting my face.

I closed my eyes just rekindling with the atmosphere here.

It had been mostly five minutes when I heard the sound of metal chains clanking now and then. I opened my eyes and moved my head looking at the source of noise at this hour of night. There was someone sitting at the swing and that was the reason the chains which was slightly dangling and making the clanking noise. It was on the other end of the garden. I slowly got up and and swiftly paced to that other side of the garden. Just as I reached there, I saw it was a girl whose head was bowed and she was holding the either side of the metal chains. The swing only moved little. Small movement. She seemed to be in deep thoughts.

"Hey! Who are and what are you doing out at this hour of night?" I asked. Hearing my voice, she stilled. As if my voice astounded her suddenly. A small gasp left through her mouth.

"Mohtarma maine aapse kuch pucha? (women I asked you something?)" I asked her again.

She slowly raised her head and got up from the swing. She didn't reply to my question but on seeing her I too didn't asked her anything. Without saying anything she went in the house quickly not even turning behind.

But what concerned me the most was that there were tears in her eyes. What it can be? Again, with old questions there was a new question added to my mind.

" why was Firdaus crying?"

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