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The 2 AM Rush

Part 1

It's been two hours past midnight now. Sitting in his study, he has been trying to crack this deal as soon as possible. But seems like, his mind and his heart doesn't get along very well.

The coffee on his table now, seems like, has been begging for a sip.

Turning the pages of that file over and over, he seems to have lost the patience now. Pulling at his hair, he almost shouted, "Bloody hell! Whats wrong with this deal? The Hasans would be soon asking about the price, and i am just not able to get over with it. Ugh!" He thumped that bandaged fist of his on the table, spilling that coffee all over his documents.

"What the eff?! Shit shit!! Lateeefff...Lat...

"Hmm. Still thinking about those eyes eh?" He was interrupted by a sudden intrusion. He looked around him, trying to find the source of that voice. Alas! He saw his own reflection in the mirror in front of him, waving a sarcastic "Hey" to him.

"Ugh. Not again! Don't you have some other work instead of making me sick?!" He verbally slapped it.

"Umm..yeah, i guess i have! Thinking about those eyes!" The voice laughed at his own joke.

"Oh, shut up, you..! I am NOT thinking about your Miss Dhabevaali's eyes! Get it?!" He seemed frustrated now.

"Ah. When did i say anything about YOUR Miss Dhabevaali, eh?"The voice smirked like a cat caught his tongue.

"Get outta my head! I am busy!" He tried to smash the nearby vase on it. If only..

"Me? In your head? No, no. I guess, Its Miss Dhabevaali, dodo! ". The voice laughed again seeing his irritated face.

"You..!! Listen! I am tryna' crack a very important deal out here, don't waste my time now." He warned.

"Huh?! What kinda deal? That "coffee spilled" one?! Loser!"

"I am not a loser!! Get that?!"

"Yeah, yeah. And thats why, you lost your so called "chaar botal challenge" to Miss Dhabevaali!!"

"Whats wrong with you?! Why you can't just leave my head?!!"

"I will. I will. But..would Miss Dhabevaali??!! The voice smirks at him, waving a "see ya'. *poof*

And it was gone.

Aahil stared at his own reflection, for what seems like the most important thing to do right now to him. He had those "one of a kind moments" when he actually listens to his heart. Thats the question. Would she actually leave outta his head..ever?

Its been just a few days, since he has fallen prey for that so called "spell" he had. It seems he couldn't just get this out of his head, out of that spell, yet.

Try as he might, the depth he had seen in those big black eyes, he just couldn't help himself from drowning in them. Added to that, those eyes have been doing that "spell" over and over again, and this unexplainable urge, an undeniable long in him to get drown in them, is killing him, driving him crazy. It has been an altogether different feeling. And he hates that, like to death.

"Miss Dhabevaali! Ughh." He muttered that name for the umpteenth time now, in pure distress, the sole cause of it being only..her.

Seeming to regain his senses, he looked at the file he was working on. "Damn it to the hell! Where's everybody?! What do they think? Am i gonna clean this shit?! Ughh."

*****

Sanam was almost ready with making coffee. She was not feeling well. She had the same old cold which is making her really sick. Her head was hurting very badly. She poured the coffee in the mug and settled herself on the kitchen slab comfortably, relishing the warmth of that coffee.

She has heard his "Jallaad Jinn" shouting at the top of his voice before, asking for something from Lateef. She thought of taking care of that issue, but..

"Why should i go? He called Lateef, not me. It's not that i am his gulaam now. I have made it clear with winning that challenge." She smiled inwardly at the thought of winning from that Jallaad Jinn.

"Huh. Jallaad Jinn! " She muttered his name in pure distress.

"Why am i even bothering? I should enjoy my coffee now." She has just taken the first sip of her ever famous coffee, and..

"Buzzz" The buzzer in the kitchen rang.

Sanam had almost spilled the coffee sip she just had. "Allah Miyan! Pai gaya panga! Uff!! Yeh Jallaad Jinn! Doesn't he sleep?! Doesn't he gets tired of ordering people around him?! Ughh. Look at the time! What the hell is he doi..

And the buzzer buzzed again, interrupting her train of thoughts.

Sanam shakes her head, rolling her eyes "Uff!! I don't wanna hear his scolding now! Jallaad Jinn!" With this she ran to his room, like she is running for her life.

*End of Part 1*

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Part - 2

Aahil was so pissed off now, he might just kill off someone. Anyone. Whoever came in front of him. His favourite white shirt was now stained with coffee stains.

His thoughts seem to divert almost in every situation to..her. "I swear man! I am gonna make her wash this shirt, like now! Ughh." He impatiently opened the buttons, well almost tore opened, and threw the shirt on the sofa nearby him.

Searching for a new shirt to wear in his wardrobe, he threw all the shirts in pure frustration. The bed was now messed up with Jallaad Jinn's shirts.

Suddenly he realises something. "Where the hell everybody is?! Didn't anyone hear the buzzer? What about that "Mohtarma Duffer"? She needs to learn some things now" He thrashed the wardrobe door and turned around to start walking outside the room.

*****

His thoughts never left Sanam's mind, all the while she was running. "Jallaad Jinn kahinka! Pata nahi ab kya kaam aa pada ise! Uff!"

She was near his room now. She pushed open the door, didn't mind knocking, and stormed into his room without further delay.

Aahil was just coming towards the door..and..bang! They bumped into each other and collided. It was unexpected for both of them.

She gasps at this sudden collision. She looks up at the face who was now looking down upon her. He had some strange expressions. Strangely calm. His eyes spoke of many emotions, contrary to the ones which he never displayed before. Not that she didn't see them before. She had seen this innocence in his eyes before, the vulnerability his eyes behold. That fiery streak. They had something so enchanting about them, that she can't help but want to stare at them like forever.

"Why does he looks at me like that?! Am i an alien?! He should know, if he keeps looking at me like that, i would melt down into a puddle, right there! Jallaad Jinn! Ughh."

He saw her. He saw her looking up at him. Confused? No.There was something more to them. Something he has always found so surreal. He had always wanted to feel that surrealism that her eyes evoke. Those eyes, which haunts him since the day they laid eyes on him. "Huh?? Laid eyes on me?" Those eyes which are casting a "spell" since he first got lost in them. "Lost?"Those eyes which are doing that "thing" again!

"Ughh! She is doing that thing with her eyes again! Miss Dhabevaali! Ughh. She is a witch! A beautiful wit..."

She sort of came into senses now and tried to move away a little form this awkwardness. She moved a bit from him. He saw her uncomfortable and tried to get away from her at the same time. All the while, not taking their eyes off each other. They were just apart, only to get more closer..

A corner of her Kurta got stuck in his belt and she was pulled again towards him by the force. He held her suddenly, didn't do any attempts to make her go away from him this time..

He lost his balance suddenly because of the edge of the bed behind him, or was it due to any other reason?? He hit that edge of the bed and fell flat on it. Sanam landing directly on top of him. The remote of the room got pressed with this and the door got locked.

She had her fists, now opened flat on his bare chest, strangely relaxed. She was leaning on to him, like she had no other choice to hold him close. She was still looking at him, like the moment has just stopped.

He was holding onto her small of a back. Holding her securely and protectively. Leaning her more onto him. He was still looking into her eyes, as if this was the only thing he wants to do right now, even if an eternity would pass, he would be happy staring at her still.

She was now staring at him, oblivious to the effect she was having on him, with every single look. Or..was she? Was she really oblivious to those eyes which changed into altogether a different expression when he saw her..so close. Was she really not aware of the desire she is seeing now in those black orbs of him?? Was she really not aware of those lips.."Allah Miyan! Pai gaya panga! What the hell am i thinking??"

He now saw her changing her expressions to being a little overwhelmed. Her eyebrows little relaxed. Oblivious to the effect he was having on her. Or was he? Her scrunched nose, so close to him, almost touching. Her cheeks, getting yet an undiscoverable shade of red. Her lips..those soft and delectable lips, now quivering with the short yet sharp breaths she was taking.

Their breaths were heavy. Pupils dilated. Hearts racing. He just held her a little tighter now, scared of getting away from her. She squirmed under his grip a little. She saw a hint of smirk on his face. A glint in his eyes, with this move of her and he just for making it clear, held her a little more tighter..

They were now locked in a room, on the bed, entwined with each other and most definitely feeling "The 2 AM Rush."

*End of Part 2*

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