Aahil turns his gaze back on Mahreen. "What?" he ask her rudely as she continues to stare at him. Aahil tried to read her eyes as they seem to talk to him but he didn't get what they show as they hold so many emotions. However one thing was clear, in all of those emotions a emotion of hurt was evident. "Sh*t!" he cussed in his mind as he remembered his previous behavior with her. With that thought he looks away but then he realize that her eyes were red. He looks up at her to see her eyes and confirm his earlier observation: they were indeed red. "F*ck! She cried," Aahil thought to himself looking away again.
"Please follow me," Mahreen said abruptly and turns around. Not waiting for him, she walks back to the living room. Aahil stands there for a second taking deep breaths in and out. After a minute or so, shaking his head he also walks to the living room.
In the big window room...
Mahreen walks in as she turns on the side lamp. Suddenly, the whole room was filled with dim light. She walks to the corner table and pulls out a first-aid kit. She puts it on the table and walks to the window as she waits for him trying to calm her heartbeat. She couldn't believe that her bhai and and Aahil had come down to blows. She close her eyes as she remembers the scene when bhai hit Aahil. She was shocked. She quickly walked up there to stop the fight. She couldn't believe what she feared happened. She was the reason between the fight today. She banged her hands hard on the window and now she is stuck with him. When she sent bhabhi with bhai she was thinking that she is sending them togehter, she didnt mean to be ended up with Aahil but that had to be done. She closes her eyes bracing herself to face him.
Aahil walks in to find her by the window. He can see her reflection in the glass. She had her eyes closed and her fist were holding the window. She so did not look like the girl he met two days ago. She was so distraught. He remove his gaze from her and find a first-aid kit on the table. "No no.. he didn't want this. What he wanted was to get the hell away from this place," he thought to himself. He cleared his throat loudly to get her attention.
Sure enough, her eyes snap open as she turns to look at him. "Good. Finally you are here. Please have a seat," Mahreen said without a hint of her smile. He realized he missed it. She comes from the window and stands beside the table. He realize one more thing he found her english very... distancing. Her urdu was so much for lively. But these few words of english where she didn't even look at him, it was too cold something he hadn't notice about her first.
"I don't need this. I am fine. I am going home," he said rudely as usual though what he really wanted to say, "I am sorry. I shouldn't have taken out my anger on you," but he couldn't say it. After saying what he wanted to, he turns around to leaves. He had taken about two steps when he felt a small hand wrap around his wrist. It was warm and he liked that warmth to his cold skin. With question eyes he turn to see Mahreen standing there with her gaze down. Her face was close as they held no emotion. For one second, he comtemplated the idea of putting a finger under chin and making her look at him.
But he didn't do that, he hurt her like always, "Wow, if you continue to come near me like this I will start having suspicions if you like me," he said sneerly and as if that was not enough he added a little more, "Before you get any wrong ideas, let me clarify I am not interested in a crying baby" he said mockingly though he felt horrible as soon as he saw her swiftly look at him with shock and hurt in her eyes. He could see fresh tears swell up in those beautiful honey-brown eyes. She looks away her lip tightly sealed.
He thought she would slap him or push him but what she did next was totally unexpected. Her grip on his hand tighten as she drags him back to the couch as she walks by the lamp she turns it off completely. He was first taken aback by that action but than realized why she did it when he saw her wiping her face with the back of her hand carelessly. He felt somebody hit him hard in the guts as all the wind went away. "F*ck! I made her cried again!" he thinks to himself. "Sit down," Mahreen said as she leave his hand go and turns to grab the first aid kit.
Aahil can still see everything clearly if not a little more clearly in the moon's light. "Dhekiya... Mein sirf apki patti kar rahi ho and than you can go wherever you have to go," she says quietly in a dead tone," as she turns him a little so she can see his wound better. With detol dipped cotton in right hand, she leans in to see his wound as she touches it with feather light touches. He closes his eyes as she fist his hands. He had never been so closed to Seher. He just never had to as she wanted to wait till they got married and he was fine with it. But Mahreen doesn't remind him of Seher, she was her own different self.
He was lost in his thought's when he heard her say, "Thora jala ga lekin mujhe yakeen hai ka apko bikul takleef nahi hogi kyunka apko dusro ko takleef dena sa fursat mila tab jaka apko takleef hogi na," right by his ear. His eyes snap open as he looks at her. She was really close to him. She was biting her lips in.. concentration as she cleans his wound. She was really pretty he realized. Lose hair strings have come out of her hair band and were covering her face.
She cleans the wound and than lean in to blow air on it so it feels a little better as she knew it will burn. He closes his eyes and was about to lose himself in the moment when his eyes snap open and he grabs her hand in a hard grip. She turns her gaze at him questioningly. Her eyes were cold again. That made him super mad as he wanted her to show some emotion like she does normally but her's held none. Grabbing her other wrist with his other hand, he stands up and starting walking towards her. As she struggles to get her hand free, she moves back till her back hits the glass. She looks sideways at her position and back at him with her eyes big.
"Listen and listen very carefully," Aahil says in a low voice as his eyes dig holes in hers as she stare back, "You have no idea what is going here so better stay the f*ck away from all this." Though he normally doesn't cuss around girls, he couldn't hold it in today. He saw her flinch from his tone but she maintains her the eye-lock. "I can't! You are playing with three lives and you have no right to do it! I know exactly what is happening here. You are trying to get what is not even yours. You know what is the saddest part," she says almost in a sorry tone, "You are gonna lose!" she says in the dead silence looking right in his eyes.
Aahil faces turns into almost uglish as he struggles to keep his calm but he couldn't. Leaving her left hand, he raised it high and slams his fist into the glass with a bang. It was really loud in the empty room but the sound got muffled from the outside weather. He looks at Mahreen. She had turn her face closing her eyes in fear. He leans in and says quietly in her ear, "I won't lose. Seher is only mine and everybody will know that soon." He says that with a promise and backs off from her. She had open her eyes and was looking at him with unreadable eyes. He turns and walks out of that room and from the house.
As he walks out, Mahreen runs out of there to her room where she close the door behind her. She slides down the door crying her eyes out as she says in between hiccups, "No, you are gonna lose. The fate is already written. You are also going to be really hurt. And most of all, I will be hurt as when you get hurt I feel pain also," she says as she hides her face in her arms crying not believing how she got involve in this whole mess.
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Seher and Rohail comes close as she tends his wound
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