21. Minahil

Driven by the yearning of avenging herself, she lost her sense of conscience or perhaps she never bothered with it. To have someone inside your own head nagging you at every step that you are wrong, what a nuisance.

As soon as she saw Ahmed swiveling backwards, a boisterous smile creeped its way onto her lips which she hid immediately.

She had mastered acting or what?

She thought haughtily.

Ahmed stopped in his tracks, bewildered on seeing her.

She stood there, posture speaking volumes of her pride and grace. For a 16 years unruly teenager she definitely looked sophisticated. The translucent swan like neck, the sharp cheekbones and jaw with a prominent angle, made her appear heavenly. Someone invincible, someone too out of reach. Someone you could only look upto and desire to touch but can never.

Ahmed loved beauty and he loved chasing it. The two qualities of an unmatchable flirt.

"Miss Khan?" She heard him speak.

She lifted her head, her long neck became visible and looked h