Abrar
Her composed eyes met mine with uncertainty as if she didn't even know the answer. I wondered why I asked that to her. Would she go mad again at me? Or would my words hurt her sentiments?
The cool breeze seemed to get warmer between us. As I drifted my gaze down with an unknown awkwardness.
"I'm sorry. I am the one to ask you for staying away from my personal space. And now I'm asking you some stupid questions", I didn't look at her.
"Huh!", she chuckled as I looked up at her again. She was laughing in a low tone.
"What was so funny?", I grumbled.
"The situation", she fixed the scarf for the tenth time after my arrival just like any other typical girl who felt concerned before any guy. "The situation is funny itself. But I'm okay with sharing until it's in a limit"
"Well, I know you're curious to know about my state of mind regarding Anas", she let out a sigh, brushing her palms across her arms, the breeze started getting cooler
AbrarZoya tugged her black wavy hairs behind her ears, a tiny ear pin glistened, fluttering my focus completely onto her appearance. She managed to pull on the best dressing sense according to the place. The white suit looked satisfactorily good on her."Thanks", I managed to say while collecting it and passed a tight-lipped smile. "But why did you bother?""I guess you better have your lunch now. The lunch hour is gonna end soon", she said.I looked around, finding the receptionist smiling at us. I felt awkward for a moment before looking back at her again. She was arranging her stole neatly on her shoulder as her thick hairs waved down, covering half of her face."Stop staring at her, Abrar", I screamed at myself and mumbled, looking at my wristwatch."Did you eat?", I asked as she looked up, crossing her arms."No. I can't travel after lunch. It gives me a stomach ache", she said."Oh! You didn't need to come", pale guilt i
Abrar"Nowhere. I was just—", I stammered. "Thanks for the concern but I literally can't eat so much. Can you share?"She scowled at me as if I was asking her to kill someone."I'll be traveling back home again. I don't wanna throw up the whole way", she grumbled, moving her eyes to the phone again."How do you even manage to go out with an empty stomach?", I asked. "I mean when you were in school or college""I never ate before leaving. I always had my meals an hour earlier", she added."Oh!", I muffled, continuing to eat."You should be lucky enough that your friend cares so much for you", she said."Friend? Kaif?", I exclaimed his name since he was my only friend right now."Yeah, he called me", she said. "On landline"It shocked me. I gaped at her in disbelief.She lifted her gaze and passed me a tight-lipped smile. He said that you wouldn't eat anything from the canteen. You would starve and you
AbrarMy heart pounded faster when Mr. Ali stared at me and Zoya. His devastated eyes were enough to bring the hell out of me. The past few days were spent like a terror. I wasn't ready for more."Are you serious?", he exclaimed."Sir, actually I—", I stammered, looking for the exact words to say."She brought lunch for you? I can't believe this", his eyes drifted to Zoya who was biting her bottom lip. "She didn't even serve her own plate""Abbu!!", Zoya screeched as I let out a sigh of relief. "You can't say this here""Ah! Now you're feeling bad because I'm saying all this in front of your husband?", Mr. Ali cracked up and looked at me. "I was actually worried about you, Abrar. I was wondering how you were handling her, if she was annoying you too much. But I forgot that it's a legit love marriage and you might know her well"I faked a smile. How could I say that his daughter was indeed annoying me sometimes and No! I di
Abrar"That's like a true man", he patted on my back as I came back to reality and shook my head.I wondered if whatever I said was actually true. Could I ever do that? Could I ever give Zoya a new place in my life?The answer was a big NO. Because even if I wanted to, she was not for me. We are just sharing a few days for a fake marriage. Nothing could ever happen between us. It was high time to compose myself and control things before they got out of my hands."Now, shall we just move back to work?", I gasped."Sure", he said with a chuckle.Like every other day, I left my desk at nine, gathered all the papers, pen drive, and folders, and submitted them to Mr. Sahani's cabin. He was really quick to leave the office."Abrar!", Mr. Ali's voice shocked me as I looked at his massive cabin.There was just a clerk cleaning the office area. Mr. Ali walked towards me and I shut the door of Mr. Sahani's cabin."Sir, you're stil
AbrarShe abruptly rubbed her cheeks and eyes when I was staring at her. The kohl spread all over her face now. However, this girl could never look creepy. Even with so many black spots on her skin, she was glowing. Her nose turned completely red like a crying kid. I couldn't drive my eyes away from her face that I could see in the moonlight.The window was opened in front of us. I could sense the cool breeze like that day on the terrace. But today something was different. She was crying today."What happened?", I asked in a low tone when she wiped her face with the edge of her white stole."Why did you get inside? I told you, right? Do you have any importance of my consent?", she grumbled, gritting her teeth as I chuckled."You know that well. That's why you are here, staying with me. Didn't you say that you feel safe at my place?"She glared at me as she had nothing reply after this. "And I was calling you repeatedly. You were crying. I ha
AbrarI held her arms tightly and made her stand up. She looked a bit unprepared as if she was still in shock for breaking down in front of me which she didn't want to."I think", she gulped, looking down. "You need a shower first since you're tired. I'll do it later. There's only one washroom so""But you're looking pale. You need it", I replied."I'm fine. Please you go. I'll collect my clothes till then", she said and I didn't feel like arguing. At least, she had obeyed me a bit."Okay", I mumbled but she kept staring at me. I rolled my eyes."Abrar, leave my arm", she said in a firm tone as I realized it and immediately left her hand."I'm sorry", stammering, I took my steps back and came out of her room.*As I came out of the washroom after a cold shower, I found her in the kitchen."Zoya!", I called aloud as she looked back, tilting her head. "I'm done. You can come now""I'm warming up food for you. W
AbrarI was out of words while looking at the pack of pills. It was unexpected for me."You said you have a headache", she said but my voice was gone. I couldn't say anything and just stared at her.She said nothing after that and walked to the table, poured a glass of water, then came back to me, taking out a pill."Have it", she proceeded her both hands with water and pain killer. "Don't worry. It's pain killer. I won't poison you""Huh? No! I mean— I know", I mumbled, immediately taking them from her hands.I took the pain killer and she received the glass from me."Do you need a massage? I have balm too", she approached. Her sudden concern surprised me. Was she trying to pay back for what I did?"No. I'll feel better with this. Thanks for the concern", I said."Okay. You can wake me up if you need a massage""Sure", I shook my head.Turning on her knees, she walked to the door. And the next moment
AbrarI threw my exhausted body on the couch, closing my eyes for a while. I felt temporary cramps all over my body like every day. It used to vanish after a cold shower. However, I didn't feel like taking a shower either.My eyelids opened wide after a few minutes and I stared at the ceiling."Relax, Abrar. It was a silly lie and there's nothing to overreact to", I told myself but I didn't know why that lie affected me."But she could have told me. I'm not doing anything against her, no? Why can't she just tell me?""Why would she? She has some privacy""I wouldn't ask her where she was. She could just tell me that she wasn't at home. That was it""Whatever. Still, you don't have a right to question her. You don't need to worry about it either. Just remember that this relationship is fake. Admit it. And just shut your damn brain"I was fighting with my own thoughts again and finally decided to put an end to it. Stretching my a