Aaina x Zaydaan.
Somewhere in the beautiful hills of murree, Zaydaan Ziagil had a safe haven. A place that showed him what true life actually was, a place where he could come and not think about anything, just about nature and beauty and how life was going to end one day.
For the world, his safe place, his place of relaxation was his farm house.
Only a limited amount of people knew about this stone house though. It belonged to his grandfather who had gifted it to Idrees Ziagil and Idrees Ziagil had passed it on to his own son. It was a cozy, beautiful place. Realistic.
He sat on the chair placed outside the kitchen, scrolling through his phone, reading some of the important emails that Hamza had forwarded him. Meanwhile, his wife. His wife, who had her hair pulled into a pony tail, hi
