SaAz SS: Selfish and Selfless [Chap 6, Page 30] New! :) - Page 17

Originally posted by: swapno

Hmmm...more mystery!!

Sahil is really making me think!!

Where he goes??

Zoo is too cute to read!!

Arzoo take care of sahir!! he needs it!!

Continue soon!😳

Originally posted by: AnjumP

Great update and thank you for the pm! I love your writing and the little "fights" they have! You are so talented!

Chapter 4

"Hey. Umm... can I talk to you for a second?" The polite voice came over Arzoo's shoulder and she turned to find Zakariyya standing behind her. With his deep brown eyes, sharp nose and a well-defined jaw-line, he certainly was a handsome young man. No wonder girls had been swooning over him, Arzoo thought absentmindedly as she took in his charming smile that emanated confidence and a carefree mannerism. She also however, noted a slight bruising on the right side of his face and wondered vaguely if he was one of those buys who, trying to look tough, engage in a fight every other day.

Tucking all her mindless observations in the back of her head, she smiled genially back at him. "Yeah sure."

"Umm... you're Zoo right?" He asked hesitantly.

"Arzoo actually." She corrected him a bit firmly, knowing exactly where he had picked that up. There was only one person in the world who called her that and she was going to murder him today... once she found out where he was, she added remorsefully in her mind.

"Oh I'm so sorry. That was... a bit impertinent of me." He smiled apologetically as he whacked himself on the back of his head lightly in good humor. "Actually I picked that up from-"

"Sahir, I know." Arzoo completed his sentence with a friendly smile. "He's the only one who calls me that."

"And evidently the only one who gets away with it too." Zakariyya pointed out making her laugh.

"Well he gave it to me and you know the thing with nicknames; however awful they are, you do start loving them anyway."

"That's right. You wouldn't have nicknames if you didn't have some really close friends." He smiled. "So I can call you Arzoo, right?"

"Yes please do. And you're... Zakariyya?"

"I prefer my friends calling me Zak."

"You're already counting me as a friend?" Arzoo asked with amused smile.

"You must be surprised. Such a big honor, no?" He remarked cheekily and she laughed lightly. She liked him already for his open manner. "No actually I got on with Sahir quite nicely and since you're his best friend, I thought I should be on nice terms with you as well."

"Oh I see. So is this why you're here?"

"Yes and no... I mean I wanted to make an acquaintance with you but I also wanted to know about Sahir's whereabouts. I mean how's he doing now?"

"What do you mean how's he doing?" Arzoo asked him with a frown wrinkling her forehead.

"Oh. You don't know. Umm... I thought you did." Zak suddenly looked a little uneasy.

"Know what? Speak clearly Zak!" Arzoo told him in an impatient voice.

"It's not anything serious. It's just that he got in a bit of a... scuffle the night before yesterday."

"A scuffle?" Arzoo repeated dubiously, her pitch rising.

"Umm yes. You don't need to worry though. He's okay."

"But how? With whom?"

"Hey college time's over. How about we go and visit him at his place?" Zak suggested, clearly not comfortable with disclosing the reason for Sahir's fight himself and Arzoo nodded urgently before picking her bag and swinging it over her shoulder.

***

"Assalaam-o-Alaikum Aunty. Is Sahir home? We came over to meet him." Arzoo told Sahir's Chachi as she answered the door on the third bell.

"Yes he is home today for a change." She answered in her usual annoying sarcastic manner. "Not because he has mended his ways but because he has started treading on more dangerous paths. Indulging in fights now, would you believe it?" She asked probingly and it took all of Arzoo's strength to stop a scowl from appearing on her face.

Zak, however, wasn't so successful and was staring at Sahir's Chachi with incredulity on his face. "You're making it sound like he did it for fun." He retorted with amusement in his tone and Arzoo toed his shoe in warning. It was never wise to fight with Sahir's Chachi because one could be sure it would all be taken out on Sahir later on.

The middle-aged woman glared at Zak in distaste. "Who knows what he did it for? That boy has never made any sense. And who are you by the way? I've never seen you before."

"I'm his friend, Zakariyya."

She continued eyeing his judgmentally before her gaze zoomed in on the slight bruising on his well-defined jaw. "What's that on your jaw? Fighting along with him, have you? No wonder you're trying to justify his acts."

Zak opened his mouth to speak but remembering Arzoo's warning from before closed it again. Sahir's Chachi remained standing in the doorway for a little while more eyeing them critically before moving aside, she let them enter the house. "Go to his room and make sure you don't make any noise. My son's sleeping and he doesn't like to be disturbed. And don't stay for long, get going as soon as possible."

"Yeah sure." Arzoo nodded as they both passed her and entered the house.

"Wow some warm welcome we got." Zak observed sarcastically in a whisper.

"Sshh, come on." Arzoo chided him as she led him to Sahir's room hurriedly lest his Chachi changed her mind and came after them. They reached his small room on the upper floor consisting of a bed, a closet and an old study table. Arzoo went straight to Sahir's bed while Zak hung around in the doorway looking around, visibly surprised at the shabby state of Sahir's room as compared to the rest of the well-furnished house. It was his first visit to Sahir's house and unlike Arzoo; he wasn't familiar with Sahir's extended family so it took him by surprise. But he chose not to make any comment.

"What do we do now? He's sleeping. Come back later?" Arzoo murmured to Zak as he came to stand by her side.

"I haven't time for that. Sorry." Zak contradicted apologetically.

"So then what?"

"Lemme think..." Zak said thoughtfully and then without warning, he leaned right against Sahir's ear and exclaimed cheerfully in a feminine voice. "Morning sunshine!"

"What the-" With a start, Sahir sat up. Looking around he saw his friends standing beside his bed, both laughing their heads off. Sahir punched Zak playfully in the stomach to make his stop laughing. "You moron." He muttered in a voice, thick with sleep and a hint of laughter as he leaned back against the pillows and ran a hand through his unruly hair, brushing it backwards. Arzoo immediately caught sight of his bruised left cheekbone and the injured edge of his lip and her smile dimmed.

"How are you Sahir? How did it all happen?" She asked as she sat down on the edge of his bed before remembering something, she turned to Zak. "That was funny but for the record Zak, not a nice thing to do with someone who's unwell."

"It was nevertheless an effective technique to wake him up in less than 5 seconds. I bet you anything he woke up with a start trying to remember who his crazy girlfriend was." He laughed.

"Crazy? Why crazy?" Arzoo inquired.

"Well if she's willing to be his girlfriend, obviously there has to be something seriously wrong with her." Zak clarified.

"Get lost." Sahir told him in good humor. It was obvious he was happy to see them there. It made him feel nice to know that there were people who cared from him, unlike his Chacha and Chachi who had created a ruckus at his arrival that had started with a lecture and ended with a lecture without any consideration for his injury and pain.

"I'm getting lost in a while anyway man. I just thought I'd accompany Arzoo to your house to check on your health and then I'm buzzing off. How are you?"

"Grand. Can't you see?"

"Well, your beauty's a little messed up, to be honest. Good that you skipped college today. The girls wouldn't have been happy with your latest fashion statement." He pointed to the bruises on his face and Arzoo shook her head in incredulity.

"Would you let Sahir speak and tell me what happened?" She demanded and watched Sahir's expression turning a bit sober as he shrugged lightly before explaining.

"It was nothing Zoo. I just got in a fight with these two guys... who were like twice my size and then Zak got there luckily on time and we escaped."

"Sahir! Tell me properly na!"

"That was proper." Sahir replied.

"No it was not." Zak intruded with a frown. "That was the most improper version of it possible."

"Shut up Zak! First, you told her about the fight and worried her. She needn't have found out about it." Sahir grumbled as he glared at Zak.

"What do you mean? You were going to try to hide this from me?" Arzoo interrupted shrilly.

"Because I didn't want you worrying for no reason." Sahir replied exasperatedly.

"No reason? I know you're more injured than what's visible on your face because you wouldn't have missed college today then. You hate staying at home. So stop telling me I'm worrying for no reason and tell me what happened."

"Impressive Miss. Sherlock Holmes. You're right, his foot his hurt too." Zak told her cheerfully while Sahir glared at him. "Okay sorry guys I gotta go now. My parents are arriving from Dubai today and I gotta go pick them up. They'll want to see me at the airport."

"Yes please leave." Sahir nodded before he pointed at his jaw. "Hey they won't ask about that bruise, would they?"

"They probably wouldn't even notice." Zak shrugged. "What was I about to say? Oh yes... Arzoo, make sure you hear the detailed version from him and you can confirm it with me tomorrow. If there are any differences, we can be sure he's lying."

"How can we know it's not you who's dramatizing things?" Sahir asked, looking annoyed.

"Because I don't do that."

"As if I do it." Sahir rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't you leave for the airport now? Your parents must be waiting." He pointed out.

"Oh yes I have to. Thanks for reminding me."

"My pleasure. I should've done that earlier." Sahir answered airily.

"Can you just get me a glass of water first? Walked all the way to your house, mind you. I'm thirsty."

"Oh you poor soul. You must be absolutely parched." Sahir told him sarcastically before turning to Arzoo, his voice turned normal. "Arzoo, you know where the kitchen is. Please get him a glass of water, will you? I can't let him roam freely in the house."

Zak smacked him on the arm while Arzoo pushed herself to her feet, smiling. "Sure."

"And make sure you add some glue in it. It'll clamp his mouth shut and give us both some much-needed peace." He added and Arzoo laughed as she got up and headed to the kitchen. As soon as Arzoo was out of earshot, Sahir turned to Zak with an exasperated expression. "What are you doing?"

"Doing what?"

"You told her about the fight and brought her here." Sahir gritted out annoyingly.

"So? Oh I wasn't supposed to tell her all this? Come on dude, she's your best friend. She deserves to know the truth." Zak frowned.

"You don't know her. She'll get worried. She always worries about me and I don't want her doing that."

"You would've worried her more by keeping her in the dark. And anyway, how were you planning to explain your absence from college today?"

"I-I would've made something up."

"Sure you would have." He replied and Sahir glowered at him, making him continue in a softer tone. "Listen man, I know we only became friends a few days ago and maybe I shouldn't be intervening in your friendship like this. But the thing is... I already like you both a lot and I feel... as if there's something very special about your friendship that one doesn't come across every day." He paused for a deep breath and then continued while staring at his hands. "But you're right. It definitely rests on you what you want to tell Arzoo and what you want to hide from her and I shouldn't meddle in these things... not that I was trying to." He added hastily. "And umm... I guess I understand your need to protect her... But you gotta be careful man, this habit of yours of keeping things to yourself is going to create some serious misunderstanding between you two if you don't give that up." He looked up at Sahir with a sober expression, his eyes shining with sincerity. Sahir had witnessed that loyalty on the night of the fight as well. He was a Pathan and fierce loyalty was in his blood.

"I'm back. What were you two talking about? Really hitting off, are you?" Arzoo asked entering the room with a glass of water and handing it to Zak who took it with a smiling thanks.

"Don't worry Arzoo. I'm not gonna take your place as Sahir's friend." Zak joked.

"Oh I'm not worried about that because no one can take that place anyway." Arzoo replied with a confident smile. "Is that what you were talking about?"

Zak drained the glass and then stood up. "Nope, just talking about the fight. You listen to it from him. I'm sure you'll be proud of this idiot..." He smiled warmly. "Okay I'm going. See you both at college tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye Zak." Sahir and Arzoo replied together as they watched him disappear through the doorway.

"Hmm it's difficult to believe that you two became friends only a couple of days ago."

"Well there are some things you can't do without becoming friends and fighting two older boys together is one of them, I guess. You only met him today as well." Sahir pointed out.

"Yeah he's easy to get along with, plus I'm good at making friends. You're not. That's why your easy camaraderie with him took me by surprise."

"He's a decent guy." Sahir shrugged and Arzoo knew that coming from Sahir, it meant a lot. There must have been something about Zak that had won him Sahir's respect because Arzoo knew that Sahir wasn't one to trust and make friends easily. Plus the fact that he hadn't said anything about Arzoo coming with Zak to his house. Though he tried not to show it, Arzoo knew Sahir was quite possessive about her and many a times, he had inconspicuously showed his dislike towards certain boys in the class that he knew not to be good as a signal for Arzoo not to interact with them much. So the fact that he was okay with Zak and Arzoo together told a lot about his trust in Zak.

"Okay now will you tell me the whole story?" Arzoo demanded.

"Fine." He sighed. "So the night before yesterday after I got free from your place, I-"

"Didn't go home?" Arzoo offered.

"Excuse me?"

"You didn't go home directly after my place, Dadi saw you going in the other direction."

"Did she?" Sahir looked surprised before he collected himself again. "I mean yes, I didn't. Went to the lake instead, wanted some time by myself." He said evasively. "So by the time I was getting back, it was dark obviously and... umm you know that dead-end street near the bakery?"

"Yeah." Arzoo let out slowly looking confused.

"There I saw these two guys harassing this girl so I intervened-"

"Did you know the girl?" Arzoo interrupted not because she was jealous or anything but because it seemed probable, judging by the fact that people usually help those who they know.

"No." Sahir looked confused that she had even asked this question. "So anyway, from what I judged... that girl's father owed them money and they were harassing her as a sort of blackmail you know. So I asked them to stop it but they were all quite older than me, in their late 20s perhaps, so obviously they didn't see me as a challenge. Asked me to scamper off if I valued my face; I held my ground. I couldn't have left that girl alone there, could I?" He exhaled and then continued, "So then, they started picking on me. And umm... I tried to fight the best I could but they were older than me, stronger. Fortunately, Zak was passing by and without even knowing the reason behind the fight; he jumped in to help. He got a couple of blows too. But it distracted them from the girl so yeah..." He trailed off. "That was it really."

"That was it?" Before Arzoo could speak, she heard Sahir's Chachi's voice coming from the doorway. "You were fighting for a girl you didn't even know?" She asked him shrilly. "How stupid is that? Why would you get yourself beaten up for a random girl?"

"I couldn't have stood there and let it happen, could I?" Sahir answered her stiffly.

"I'm not saying you should've stood there. You could've passed by without trying to be a hero." She snapped at him. "If it had got you landed in a hospital, who would've paid the bills?"

Arzoo saw Sahir's jawbone jump into sharp prominence as he clenched his teeth to control his anger and not snap back at her. She saw his hands balling into fists and she lightly placed her hand on top of his to help him calm down.

"Saving an unknown girl, God knows who she was. For all we know she could've been asking for it."

"She was not. No girl asks for it." Sahir contradicted her hotly.

"If she wasn't, then why didn't anyone else help her?"

"Because people only help those who they know. They conveniently turn a blind eye towards things that don't concern them."

"And that is how they survive in this world!"

"Well, I don't want to survive like that, okay?" Sahir snapped back, losing his calm.

"You keep poking your nose in things like these then. Trust me, you won't live long." She said acidly.

"At least I would be able to live with myself for as long as I do live." Sahir replied coldly and Arzoo felt her eyes welling up as her heart swelled with pride. Was it possible to love this boy more?

"Well don't expect your Chacha and me to care if you end up dead one day because of your stupidity. I came to check whether this girl has left or not. You," She pointed at Arzoo, "you get going now. You've been here long enough." She stated dismissively before turning she walked out of the room.

Arzoo looked at Sahir who was silently seething with anger. He felt her intent eyes on him and turned to look at her in annoyance. "What? You think I did wrong too?"

"I think you never did a more right thing in your life." She told him with pride evident in her voice and Sahir looked down at his hands bashfully, a small smile forming on his face briefly, before it hardened again.

"How can she say all this?" He began hotly, jerking his neck towards the door, "She has a daughter too! Didn't it cross her mind that that girl could've been her daughter? How can she expect someone to stand up for her daughter if the need arises when she's discouraging a person who's doing so?" He fumed in anger. "I don't understand how her mind works! I mean what is she thinking?"

"She's not thinking, Sahir. That's the problem. Had she been thinking, she wouldn't have said all this." Arzoo told him softly.

"How can she not think, Zoo? She has a daughter too!"

"The sad fact is that they don't think, they believe that these kind of things can only happen with other people's daughters, not their own." Arzoo sighed dejectedly. "Anyway forget about her and tell me what happened with the girl? Was she okay?"

"Fine... but shaken up. The fear was so visible in her eyes, Zoo." His voice lowered almost thoughtfully and he gulped before continuing. "We couldn't let her go by herself after that incident; she looked too... dazed and scared. Zak had his car but we sensed that she wouldn't be comfortable going alone with... males, unknown males on top of that, you know especially after what had just happened. So Zak volunteered to run home and get his governess to come with us. His house's close to that place." He added. "So yeah that's what we did. Zak's governess is an old lady, very motherly sort and the girl was much more comfortable with her... So basically this is the whole story and you should get going now if you don't want to get an earful from my Chachi."

"Yeah you're right. I should leave now." Arzoo said as she got up and picked up her bag.

"Sorry for not coming to your house yesterday Zoo." He added suddenly.

"Am I missing something here? Since when did you start apologizing?"

"Since now. No, it's because I promised I would come and I didn't... I don't like breaking promises. And that's why I believe a person shouldn't make them because who knows what might happen tomorrow."

"You don't have to go all philosophical on me. I'm not such a cold hearted person that I wouldn't forgive you if-"

"What a minute. Who asked for your forgiveness?" Sahir interrupted her with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You did. A minute ago and then conveniently forgot about it. Okay, I should get going now. You gonna come to college tomorrow?"

"I think I will. Staying in this house is worst than dying, I tell you."

"How would you know? You've never died!" She pointed out impertinently.

"Whatever that must feel like, it cannot be worse than staying under this roof."

"I believe you." She laughed. "But at least you have a roof."

"Yeah right. Thanks for reminding me that." He sighed and Arzoo knew that he meant that. She knew that although he wasn't happy with staying under a roof where he was constantly reminded of being an ungrateful, troublesome brat every day but deep inside, he was still grateful because despite all that, they were keeping him in his house. And Arzoo knew that if the need aroused, he would be the one to put his dislike away and jump to their help without thinking. That was just the way he was.

"And Sahir, I handed in an application on your behalf saying you were ill."

"You know how to do my signature?" He asked, looking surprise.

"Of course I do and see it came in handy today." She grinned at him.

"That's a crime! Anyway thanks."

"You're welcome."

"And you'll have to help me catch up with studies."

"I help you catch up with studies even when you're in the class." Arzoo rolled her eyes.

Sahir laughed. "That's what friends do. Okay bye Zoo!"

"Bye Sahir." She smiled at him before moving out of the room. At the threshold, she seemed to remember something and turned to look at him again. "I know they're saying that what you did was wrong but I know you. You can never do anything wrong and I'm very proud of you for doing what you did, Sahir. You stood up for the right thing and it takes bravery to do that."

"Thanks Zoo." His face softened into the warmest of smiles as if this was exactly what he needed to hear.

***

"Hey Zak!" A week later, Arzoo bumped into Zak just as college ended.

"Hello Arzoo! How's it going?"

"Good. Have you seen Sahir?"

"Sahir? Well yes. He ate my lunch today so I killed him." He told her conversationally. On seeing Arzoo's incredulous looks, he asked innocently. "Why? Did I do anything wrong?"

"Yes, you left me. Now you're dead." She told him and he burst out laughing.

"Should've thought of that before. How can Sahir be without Arzoo and how can Arzoo be without Sahir. The world would collapse."

"Won't be surprised if it did. What would be the point of its existence then?" Arzoo joined in good-humouredly before pointing to the stairs. "Mind if we sit?"

"Not at all." He joined her on the steps. "Hey can I ask you something, Arzoo?" He asked with sudden interest.

"You just did." She pointed out.

"Right." He grinned sheepishly. "How long have you known Sahir?"

"Since forever. At least it feels that way." She shrugged lightly. "Ever since I started noticing the world, he's been around. But somehow... I still remember the first time we met and it feels as if it is my first memory ever, you know... It was my first day at kindergarten and this older boy made me get off the swing so... I started crying." Zak sniggered and she hit him on the arm. "Hey, I wasn't such a crybaby, it was just that it was my first day and I was a bit scared already. So then, Sahir came up to me and asked me what was wrong. He has always been like this, very conscious of other people's pain and suffering..." She trailed off thoughtfully before continuing with the same liveliness. "So anyway, I told him what had happened and he went to the older boy and gave him his chocolate as a bribe to get the swing and without even having a go himself, he gave it to me." She smiled warmly. "And you know when you're small, you do stupid things... I remember after getting off the swing, I went straight up to him and offered him the position of becoming my best friend. I mean who does that?" Arzoo laughed at the memory.

"You apparently. Did he take it then?" He asked laughing lightly.

"Yes. He told me he'd be my best friend forever. And I remember asking him, will you be my best friend even when I'm old and I have white hair and he said yes because he would have white hair then too so we would be the same."

Zak was chortling now. "Man I never thought I'd say this but this is cute! Damn adorable!"

"Wait for it, there's more. And then I asked him what if when we were old, I wanted to go on a swing and some older boy didn't let me. What would he do then? Because then he would be an old man and old man don't have handy chocolates in their pockets for bribing, you know." Arzoo clarified, aware of Zak's figure shaking with mirth beside her. "And Sahir said well then, Ill knock him off the swing with my walking stick so you can have a go."

"Oh my God! That's blatant flirting at such a small age!" Zak let out with a roar of laughter.

Arzoo joined him laughing. "But you know I wasn't impressed. I called him a meanie and ran away. He came after me and promised that he'd keep chocolates with him even when he's old so that I was never denied the pleasure of having a go at any swing I wanted."

"Let him come. I never knew he was such a Romeo." Zak let out, laughing. "So ever since then you've been friends?"

"Yep!"

"Only friends or more than that?" Zak asked teasingly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean love-shove. What else?" He suggested wickedly. "Do you lo've him?"

"Oh shut up, Zak!"

"Come on, Arzoo. All these years and you never felt like you were falling in love?"

"Of course I did."

"You did?" He repeated in surprise, not expecting her to give in so easily.

"Yeah, I fell in love with our friendship." She confessed with a mischievous smile. "Oh look, Sahir's coming!"

"Hey, where were you man?" Zak asked as he stood up to give Sahir a very boyish hug, which Arzoo liked to refer to as a 'shoulder bump' as she explained it to Sahir, because a real hug doesn't last that little, she'd say.

"Miss Sonia needed help carrying the practical copies to her car." He explained.

"Sahir, do you have chocolates in your pocket by any chance?" Zak asked conversationally and Arzoo bit back her smile.

"No. Why?" Sahir asked amusingly.

"Because I really felt like having a go on a swing." He replied innocently. For a second, Sahir's face showed confused before it cleared and he turned to look at Arzoo with wide eyes.

"Zoo you told him that? Oh my God that story is so embarrassing." He placed his hand over both his eyes looking adorably awkward.

"As a friend, it is my duty to embarrass you as much as I can." Arzoo replied resolutely and Zak laughed.

"Zak, you said you were going to tell me something about that girl?" Sahir tried to change the topic and it worked.

"Which girl?" Zak looked surprised.

"That girl who we saved... What was her name again? Yes Ayesha." Sahir remembered.

"Oh yes I had to tell you. I came across her at the market; she was with her father. And Sahir, you have no idea man, how grateful he was. He asked me about you, said he wanted to meet you personally as well. And man, his gratitude was so much, it embarrassed me." Zak's voice was awed.

The smile that lit Sahir's face was warm, crinkling his eyes and bringing warmth to them as well. "I'm just glad we were there at that time."

"I don't want to ruin the mood here, but I was thinking won't those guys continue harassing that girl till her father gave the loan back?" Arzoo asked timidly and saw Sahir's smile changing into a frown.

"Oh I took care of that." Zak spoke up.

"How?"

"I offered her father money to return to those guys but he wasn't taking it so I suggested that he burrow the money from me and return the debt he owed to those guys. I told him he can return my money whenever he has enough." Zak explained a little awkwardly, trying to act nonchalant. It didn't go with his cool dude image, this kindness.

Arzoo noticed this and decided to tease him. "Aww Zak that is so sweet!" She squealed and saw him turning red making Sahir laugh.

"I'm heading home now. Want me to drop you two off?" Zak asked, looking adorably flustered.

"No we'll walk." Sahir replied.

"You sure? It looks like it's gonna start raining any minute."

"All the more fun!" Arzoo responded excitedly.

"Can't deny her some harmless fun, can I?" Sahir's eyes twinkled as he looked towards the sky. It wasn't so cold so having a shower wouldn't do them any harm.

"You liar. You like walking home in the rain too." Arzoo retorted immediately. Zak laughed at them before bidding a goodbye he went off just as the drizzle started.

Arzoo smiled blissfully looking towards the skies, the raindrops covering her face like dew.

"I don't think these raindrops will magically teleport you to your home, you'll have to use your legs to get there." Sahir commented, looking at her amusingly.

"Oh shut up Sahir! Don't you find the rain magical?" She asked him cheerfully.

"No, actually there's a scientific reason why it happens. And anything that can be explained by science can't be considered magical. Thought you already knew that." He answered to annoy her and it worked as she threw him an irritated look. He laughed as he grabbed her arm and tugged at it to make her start walking.

"Not so quick, Sahir. We'll walk slowly. Enjoy the rainy season." She dictated.

"Okay fine. We'll walk slowly in the rain while the entire world rushes towards shelters, so that we come across as mentally retarded. After all, isn't it what we want?"

"Exactly. We don't want to be like the rest. We're different."

"Well you are. You know when you were born, even the doctor said, she's a special child." Sahir teased her and yelling his name indignantly, Arzoo took after him just as the rain picked up speed.

Originally posted by: SmileyStar

"Hmm it's difficult to believe that you two became friends only a couple of days ago."

"Well there are some things you can't do without becoming friends and fighting two older boys together is one of them, I guess. You only met him today as well." Sahir pointed out.