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First of all Eid Mubarak and I hope you all are enjoying it with your families and friends. :DMahira grabbed the mop in one had while her other hand carried a bucket. She kept them on the kitchen floor and pulled the ends of her dupatta across her waist and tied them together before starting to mop the floor. Her hands were busy cleaning, while her mind was occupied in thoughts. She really wanted to know why Azaad had ignored her like that.
"Mahira." The voice of her sister Saira called out for her, pushing away the chain of her thoughts.
"What are you doing?" She asked not giving a chance to swallow whatever she was eating.
"Dancing." Mahira retorted back.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She shook her head at the silly question.
"Why are...Ahhh!" Saira let out a small scream as her feet slid on the slippery floor but luckily she caught the end of the counter with her hand for support just in time, breaking a glass in the process.
"Arre careful, the floor is still wet." Mahira held her sister for support.
"You want to get rid of me and Bano so you can have Azaad and Amaad for yourself don't you.You will never get rid of us easily so put this in your mind." She rudely pushed her hand off and left the kitchen but not before giving Mahira a disgusted look.
"Have Azaad and Amaad for myself?" Mahira mumbled in confusion.
"Allah how can my sisters think this way about me." Her lips formed a frown.
He promised himself to stay away from her and that was exactly what he was going to do, he reminded himself.
Mahira placed the broom to the side and threw the shards of glass into the dustbin. As she turned around her eyes fell on the figure sitting on the sofa. His face wasn't visible because it was hidden behind the newspaper he was reading, but the broad shoulders were enough for Mahira to recognize him as Azaad.
"So Mr. Confused Personality has finally left his room." She mumbled to herself.
"What does he think, I'm dying to talk to him here?" Her lips formed a pout.
The curiosity was getting the better of him and he shifted his eyes from behind the newspaper to take a peek at her. What was she mumbling about? He wondered and a little smile escaped his lips when he noticed her cute pouty face. He slid his eyes back to the newspaper again and the smile vanished when he noticed what he was doing.
"Azaad get a grip over yourself. You promised you would stay away from her." He reminded himself again for the umpteenth time.
"Oh well if he's too occupied in that newspaper let him be. I have so much cleaning to do anyways."
About 10 minutes had passed where Azaad continued to hide his face behind the newspaper and Mahira cleaning the kitchen counter.
"Ouch!" She gasped as something pierced the palm of her hand. One of the broken shards had gone unnoticed by her and has made its way into her palm.
Azaad's head popped from behind the newspaper in a mere second revealing his creased forehead as his eyebrows pinched together and the sheer pain reflected in his amber eyes.
"Mah...!" He caught himself before blurting out her name.
She looked at him in disappointment.
Azad was in dilemma. On one hand he promised to stay away from her and on the other, he couldn't see her hurt.
"You promised." His inner voice spoke to him.
"But she is hurt. I have to see if she's fine." He replied back.
"You can't break your promise. If you go to her now, then you won't be able to stop yourself anymore." The voice spoke back.
"But I can't see her in pain. What if the cut is bad? What if she's loosing so much blood? She's a human you know. She's not like me."
"Azaad don't try to find an excuse. You need to stay away from her." The inner voice replied.
"Urrrgh!! You don't get it! I'm telling you she's hurt!" He muttered angrily.
"You..."
"Oh shut up!" He cut the inner voice before it could speak again and set the newspaper aside as he headed towards Mahira who had settled herself on a dinning chair by now with a band aide in her hand.
"Are you ok?"
She stopped fidgeting with the band aid and her eyes lifted to see him standing over her, his eyes watching her with concern.
She wasn't going to lie, she was happy to see him finally approaching her, and seeing the concern his eyes displayed made her pleased with the idea of how he actually cared about her. But no she wasn't going to forgive him easily for ignoring her like that. He needed to know she wasn't going to allow him to ignore her and talk to her whenever he wished. After all she was Mahira.
"I'm fine." Her tone was aloof and withered, he was aware.
"She's still upset." He thought to himself. "If only she knows how tormenting it is for me to keep myself away from her."
Her impatient fidgeting with the band aide broke his thoughts.
"Let me help you with that." He reached for the band aide without waiting for her permission.
She gave him a cold look and turned her pouted face to the side as she stretched her arm out and placed her palm in front of him.
He carefully wrapped the ban aide around the outside of her palm.
"There."
He left his chair and walked towards the kitchen to throw the band aid scraps into the dustbin.
"Oh no Mr. Azaad the floor is still we...wooo!"
His shoes gave a squeak and the next thing he saw was his arms flailing forward as Mahira held on to his muscular forearm and both met the floor with a thud.
He sensed the water seeping into the back of his blue kurta as Mahira's body fell against his. Her fingers clutched at his collar while her face hid into his chest. He noticed her eyes closed in fear and he couldn't stop himself from admiring her cute expressions.
"Did I just fall?" Mahira wondered to herself. "Am I on the floor now? No, the floor can't be warm."
His intoxicating scent tickled through her nose and a feeling of excitement rushed through her body. She opened her eyes to see who was the reason behind it . Her eyes clashed into Azaad's amber eyes and she was hypnotized. There was something about his eyes that had always caught her attention from the first time she had met him. His eyes were like a whole world on their own. So deep and full of secrets that she desperately wanted to discover.
He gazed into her beautiful deep chocolate eyes and lost himself for a while. How is she so pure and innocent? He wondered. Do people like her even exist? Was she some angel who landed on earth by mistake? Why do I feel sparks from her touch? Why does my body heat up every time she is near me?
He didn't know how and when he lifted his hand in the air and slowly moved it to the direction of her waist.
"Azaad remember your promise." That nagging inner voice was back again.
He quickly yet cautiously pushed her aside from him, rose to his feet and rushed out of the kitchen as he headed towards his room and closed the door.
"Why is this so hard?" He muttered and gritted his teeth.
Mahira entered her room and plopped herself on the edge of her bed. She lifted her hand and inspected the band aide that Azaad had placed around her palm. Her lips formed a smile as she remembered how he gently put the band aide on her wound.
Suddenly, she felt a strange feeling take over her, something was floating inside her stomach and she felt so light as if her feet were in the air when they were actually touching the ground.
"Where is Mr. Azaad?" She heard Latif's distant voice in the hall and she moved her hand from her face and placed it against her bosom, listening to the erratic rhythm of her heartbeat.
Why was her body reacting like this at the mention of his name? She continued to wonder to herself before it suddenly hit her.
"I'm... I'm in love with... Mr. Azaad!" She barely let the words escape her mouth as if they would slit her lips.
"Oh this is so bad Mahira. Out of all the people in this world you had to fall for Mr. Confused Personality."
"I need to stay away from him. I can't even think what he would do if he knew what I felt for him."
"Mahira!" She heard her sister's voice calling out to her and closed her eyes in torment.
It wasn't going to be easy avoiding Azaad while staying under the same roof and she was already beginning to sense the trouble she would have to face.
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