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Part 8
After confirming from Rashid that Razia and Gafur were not at home she crept into their room stealthily covering her face with her dupatta so that no one recognizes her and checking if anyone was following, of course no one was but she was not going to miss this one in a million chance of becoming Nancy Drew; if she just goes inside the room where's the fun in that right?
She looked outside the room one last time and once she was sure there was no one around she closed the door and bolted then went ahead and closed the window.
"What am I searching here?" she thought aloud.
"Anything that is suspicious!" answered her inner voice as if it was the most apparent thing.
"Yeah but where should I start when I don't even know what is it that I'm searching." She pouted.
"Anything from papers, to files, to photographs or any CD or a memory card. You just might stumble across a box named "Private". You've watched so many detective movies, you can do it." Her inner voice gave her a pep talk.
Zoya took a deep breath and shrugged her shoulders dramatically then decided to search the closet, surely she'll find something there. In all the movies and serials she had seen the secret was lying in the closet of the guilty. She hoped she didn't have to encounter any dead bodies in the closet. Not that she thought she would but the cold, menacing voice of Razia on the phone when she was talking to some billo rani gave her a feeling that the woman was capable of doing anything. She knew she shouldn't be accusing anyone like this without any solid concrete proofs but she couldn't just ignore whatever she heard. It may or may not be related to her but if she was being practical then she was the only outsider in the house, why would she want someone from the family to leave this country. She just wanted to know the reason behind her hatred for her.
"Ya Allah please forgive me for snooping into someone's closet like a thief but it's really important I hope you understand my predicament." She prayed and tried pulling the door of the closet but it didn't open.
Of course Zoya, how silly of you to think you could just walk in and open the closet, it's locked, any sane person would lock it especially if that person is hiding something. She tried pulling the door but it didn't budge an inch. To open the door she will first have to search for the key.
"How I wish Mr khan was here to break open the door!" she sighed. But then if Asad was there instead of breaking the door for her he would be lecturing her for sneaking into other people's room, but wasn't that why she came here? No, not to sneak into people's rooms but to search for any clues that could bring her closer to her abbu, and to do that sneaking into rooms was inevitable.
"Ok Zoya think if I were a key where will I be?"
"Wherever the owner will keep me, duh!" the inner voice answered again. Zoya was surprised at how much ever since she came in this house she had been talking with her supposed inner voice, she needed to go back home before she started talking to herself in front of people, this house was seriously messing with her.
"Fine let's rephrase it. If I was someone with a big secret hiding in my closet and I'm afraid that some snooping guest who loves to meddle in other people's business is in my house and now I have to hide the secret because a secret is a secret, it's meant to be hidden or it ain't a secret anymore, especially from prying eyes, where will I hide the key."
"Are you even listening to yourself woman?"
"Damn you inner voice you are so not helping me in any way." She was getting exasperated.
Zoya went towards the bed and checked underneath the mattress unfortunately there was nothing. She ransacked every drawer in the room but she couldn't find either the key or any paper or photographs that might seem odd and give her some sort of lead. She even went inside the bathroom checking the bathtub, the cabinet below the sink, behind the mirror, behind the shower, she even contemplated opening the sink but that would be taking it a bit too far.
"Maybe Razia aunty took the keys with her." She thought dejectedly. Since she couldn't find anything in the entire room she was sure that if there really was any clue then it had to be in the closet. All she had to do was get hold of the keys.
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Humaira stood outside the terrace door. She was confused should she go in or should she go back to her room. She remembered Zoya's words -
""I agree his temper may go sky high at times but you should never leave him alone, in anger he may simply end up hurting himself. When he says leave me alone', do not leave him alone because he is after all human and even he would love it if there was someone with whom he can share his fears, his problems. He may feel very light after having a good talk..."
And now that she thought about it, Zoya was right. Ayaan may say that he wants to be left alone but maybe deep inside he is craving to have someone with who he can talk and let it all out. And who would be a better person for that other than her, she was after all his childhood friend, they had shared so many secrets so why not this one. It was obvious to her that he was upset and she for a long time felt it had something to do with her but today when Zoya made her understand she wanted to know what was it that was bothering him. She took a deep breath and inside the terrace, today she would ask him if only he'll let her know.
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"Humaira's room! Why didn't I think of it before!" Zoya smacked her head. She had this sudden realization that maybe Razia would hide the keys in humaira's room. With these thoughts in mind she ran towards humaira's room and once inside she started checking every corner, every drawer in the room. There had to be some place where Razia would've kept the keys.
She moved towards Humaira's closet and thankfully it was not locked.
"Urgh, there's nothing here except for some exceptionally beautiful salwar suits and her college assignments." She said, and while pushing a dress aside her eyes fell upon a small box. There was nothing special about it, it was a simple box. Zoya took it out and opened. What she saw inside made her squeal in delight.
"The keys! Finally." She wanted to do a small victory jig. She took out the keys, closed the box and kept it to it's former place. She was just about to turn to go back to razia's room when she heard the devil's voice herself.
"What are doing here?"
Zoya clutched the keys tightly in her palms and hid her palm in her dupatta. She turned to face razia's annoyed face.
"Aap itna jaldi aa gayi?" bad question Zoya.
"pehle sawaal maine pucha."
"H-haan woh actually..." she wanted to smack herself again at using Asad's patented dialogue. "Woh I was searching for Humaira."
"Why?"
"Just like that I wanted to talk to her." She saw Nuzhat passing from there and called her.
"N-Nuzhat, where is Humaira?"
"Humaira baaji I think is upstairs with Ayaan bhaijaan."
Razia was happy hearing this. She was glad they were finally spending some time alone and away from Zoya.
"Great, I'll just go there." But she was stopped by Razia.
"Don't go there, let them stay there alone. It's too late why don't you back to your room."
"O-Okay!" she blinked her eyes and ran out of the room, anything to get away from Razia. She just hoped she wouldn't search for her keys.
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Ayaan was lost in his thoughts that he did not see Humaira walk inside and sit beside him, it was only when she placed a plate laden with food that he acknowledged her presence.
"What are you doing here?" he asked a bit too rudely then he intended it to be.
"You didn't have your dinner..."
"So."
"So I brought it for you."
"Just leave me alone Humaira."
"No!" she replied back curtly in a confident tone.
Ayaan looked at her and let out an exasperated sigh,
"Fine then keep sitting here." Ayaan moved his head away from her. Humaira tried to mask her hurt at his indifference with a sad smile but a smile none the less. All of a sudden it started raining. Ayaan and Humaira looked up at the sky.
"Great just what I wanted." He growled while Humaira kept looking at the sky letting the fresh cold drops of rain fall on her face giving her a soothing and calming effect. She needed the calm if she wanted to make Ayaan tell her the truth. Ayaan however stood up and made his way towards the door, but before stepping out he called out to Humaira.
"Can't you see it's raining come inside the house or else you'll catch cold, you know how easily you catch a cold aur phir toh ghar main toofan hi macha deti ho."
"I think I said I'm not going anywhere."
"Fine, do whatever you want." He replied and walked out but not before turning back to look at her. Her shivering form melted his heart and he forgot about his anger for some time. He walked back inside and picked her up surprisingly she didn't protest. Ayaan smirked and decided to tease her bit.
"Accha toh isiliye aap andar nahi aa rahi thi aapko humari baaho main jo aana tha."
Humaira laughed which surprised Ayaan. That was not the reaction he was expecting. He made his way towards her room, once inside he placed her on the bed and went to fetch a towel. He was surprised to see her closet in a mess. Humaira always kept her closet in an immaculate manner. She didn't care if her room was in a mess but her closet was always clean and in order. He shrugged the thought away and took the towel out. He turned to see Humaira sitting on the bed looking at him with questioning eyes, he simply went near her and dried her hair with the towel. Humaira was surprised and touched by his gesture. He did care for her. Once her hair was dried he asked to change and made his way out but Humaira held his wrist.
"Kya hua humaira?"
"Agar main aapse kucch puchu toh aap mujhe uska jawaab denge?"
"Haan."
"Toh mujhe bataiye aapko kya baat pareshan kar rahi hai?"
Ayaan sighed and knelt down beside her, he took her hands in his and looked in her eyes,
"Waqt aane par main aapko sab batunga, par abhi woh sahi waqt nahi hai."
He thought Humaira would plead to let her know but instead she smiled and nodded her head. Sure she didn't get her answer from him but she got an assurance that she would not be kept in the dark, she got an assurance that Ayaan did care for her.
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A/N - Yes I updated this fiction as well! I deserve a round of applause for finally coming around to updating my fictions! Haha kidding! This part mes amis is long ok, 2000 words long! So leave me long reviews, don't be a miser while writing a comment! Pretty please! And to all those who are pouting at not getting any AsYa, you'll soon in the next update get AsYa romance so stop whining. To those who are waiting for an update of Ghostie best friend will have to wait more, I wanna finish off RM n this one soon so that I can concentrate on my FFs more!
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