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Hey Everyone,
I am delighted to see the response for my first OS on SaHil so here I am with another, all due to your motivations. It's not as good as the first but we'll give it a shot. I saw a link on forum on an sbs segment that said Aahil and Sanam meet in the dark. I did NOT watch this sbs segment but was inspired by it o write this OS which also ties with the precap shown on Friday. ENJOY and leave a comment!
"Chalo Bardhi Ammi aur Haya ko dekliya, ab main araam se so sakti hoon," mused Sanam before she slapped herself in the forhead and exclaimed, "Allah Miya pai gaya panga. Abhi to mujhe kitchen ki safaiyee karnee hai. Neend to door door tak nahin anee chaiye."
Bardhi Ammi had started feeling dizzy and Sanam did not see it fit to leave her with Haya in that state. So she made sure that she accompanied them home. Her trip was a short one but took close to 45 minutes. Upon her return, Sanam realized that the party on the terrace had dispersed and everyone had gone off to their respective rooms as nothing stirred in the house.
Sanam quickly tiptoed to the kitchen and her jaw dropped as she eyed the room from top to bottom. It was filthy! Napkins, crumbs, and food remains were strewn on the floor. Dishes were practically everywhere, and empty soda bottles were lined up by the door.
"Ya Allah ye kitchen hain ya kabarkhana? Kasam se main to pagalon ki beech pus gayee!" she rolled her eyes impatiently.
Another scan across the room and she spied a broom. She grabbed the broom and tied her dupatta to one side. "Chalo Sanam lag jao kaam pe!"
Sanam had inherited her father, Asad's OCD tidiness. She needed to have everything in order so she could breathe properly. This kitchen felt suffocating to her at the moment, but nonetheless, she began to organize the mess into tasks. She decided to tidy up the floor first, then put away the left-overs and clear the counter-tops. And finally wash the dishes.
Within fifteen minutes, most of the kitchen was tidied up and it was time to do the dishes and boy there were so many!
Sanam was lathering the third dish when the lights went off. She quickly wiped her hands and flipped the light switch but she was still standing in the dark. She had suspected Latif playing a prank on her. But this was no prank. Sanam untied her dupatta and stepped out into the hall.
"Lagta hain Jallad Jin laddoo ke chakar main bijli ka bill barna bhool gaya,"she muttered to herself.
"Kya Karoon? Mujhe to ye bee nahin pata ke main switch kahan hain."
She stood still for a moment and rattled her brain for ideas and suddenly remembered that she saw candles by the pool side. She used her judgement and felt her way through the mansion to the poolside and found candles and matches. As she lit the candle and brought it up to arm's length, the flame of light brought a face into perspective, an unfamiliar beautiful female face.
"Begum Sahiba?" she thought to herself. But before she could take a good look at this face, she was pulled into a room and cast into darkness once again as her sudden movement blew out the candle.
The grip on her arm was strong and she couldn't make out a face in the dark. Another sudden tug, and a stream of moonlight reflected another face: that of Aahil Raza Ibrahim.
Sanam realized that she was in his room but why? She didn't know. His grip on her arm never loosened, and his stare had her locked in place once again. Their faces were mere inches apart and Sanam's chest was heaving due to his close proximity. His eyes were fierce but blank as ever against her chocolaty doe ones filled with lots of emotions all at once: questions, confusion, anger and nervousness?
Sanam's arm was numbing under his grip and she tried to wriggle it out. But Aahil pinned her against the wall.
"Meri Ammi ke paas kya kar raheen thi?" he growled.
"Woh main candle lenay gayi thi, kyun ki light gayvi hai" she responded still confused at his awkward behavior.
"Unke taraf aag kar ke unhe nuksan pauchana chahthi theen?" he accused.
"Nahin, bilkul nahin. Mujhe to maloom he nahin that ke vo wahan hain."
"Whatever!" he hissed. Aaj ke baad meri Ammi ke paas mat jana. Meri Ammi meri jaan se bee zyada keemthi hain. Aur main unhe kabhi bi kuch nahin hone dunga. Understand?"
Sanam nodded. Aahil let her go but as he turned around, Sanam's dupatta slipped off her shoulders and she gasped while attempting to cover herself with her arms.
She closed her eyes out of embarrassment.
Aahil turned around at the sound of her voice and saw her dupatta trailing from the button on his sherwani all the way to the floor.
He stared at it confused for a few seconds. "It must have gotten stuck when I held her," he thought.
He tried to unravel it from where it was stuck around his button and once it was free, he moved towards Sanam to drape it across her shoulders.
The moonlight defined her features; and her quivering lip made her innocence stand out. As much as he didn't want to admit, Aahil was mesmerized by her beauty.
The fabric began to slip between his fingers and he was jolted out of his reverie. He moved towards Sanam and draped her dupatta across her torso. But as he did, his fingers accidentally grazed the side of her neck and she shuddered. His touch made her tummy churn. Aahil noticed this. Each time he had contact with her skin his heart would leap. It was a weird sensation for him.
Sanam had regained her dupatta and her eyes finally fluttered open but they were filled with tears ready to spill over. Out of anger or accusation, he did not know, for a moment later Sanam sprinted out of th room as Aahil Raza Ibrahim stood dazed and the lights turned on again.
Shiv Shakti
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