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Ok guys this is what happens on a boring Sunday! 😛 Crazy ideas take birth 😆 Since shirtless Aahil ☺️ seems to be a new theme I decided to write something about that too 😆 Plz dont throw tomatoes and eggs (especially after Friday's episode) at me 🤣 Enjoy!!! Cant wait to see our sexy Nawab under the sheets 😉 ☺️
"Unbelievable" Aahil looked at the coffee stain on his shirt. Could things get any worse! He sighed and took out his phone to call his Ammi.
"Whaaa- you've got to be kidding me!" He stared at the black screen in frustration. He could have sworn he charged it in the morning.
"Ammi must be waiting for me. She is going to feel so bad if I don't make it on time," he muttered to himself as he sat in his car.
"Ok you know what... I am going to go home for two minutes. Change the shirt and call Ammi from there to let her know that I will be a bit late. She will wait for me. Yea that sounds good!" Aahil quickly started his car and drove towards Ibrahim Mansions unaware of what awaited him there.
"Good? You mean the best! Iss khel mein toh hum bahut purane khiladi hai. Humme kaun maat dega." She smiled wickedly to her new partner in crime. This girl may not be as shaatir as her but mashallah her kaala jadoo came to great use. Tanveer laughed manically as the thought of her poor innocent step son falling straight into the trap came into her mind.
"Ever since they visited the dargah, something has changed. Either she has done something or he must be wearing some taveez. Nothing is working on him. We must have the taveez removed," said the figure in the dark room. Her hideous toe nail made a scratching sound making Tanveer flich slightly. But then she thought of all the magic that toenail hid. Allah aap ke duniya mein kya kya dekhne ko mila, she thought.
"The taveez will be removed. Thats why I have called him here. Bechara doesnt know that his Ammi has not called him to this hotel room to meet new clients but rather to meet his doom. Not only will we have the taveez removed but we will make sure those two lovers are seperated for life. Thata why I decided to do this away from the mansion. This time I wont fail! Who will step me? Sanam? Nope! Nor can that filthy twin of hers do anything. She may be a con woman but she is only a ordinary human. Her powers are limited to none. I have called Razak to come get me, you be prepared! Aaj toh barbaadi hoke rahegi!" She laughed again as her partner smirked and then joined her. The dark room resounded with the wicked laughter of the two new partners in town.
Aahil entered the mansion only to find it very quiet. Ammi was waiting at the hotel and Rehan was in a meeting a few hours away from their office. Where was everyone else? Well Sanam? He entered his empty room knowing she would never be there. The thought itself was so painful. He had hoped to run into her but these days his wishes were never answered. Aahil quickly plugged his phone into the charger and started to unbutton his shirt. He slowly slid it down his arms revealing his taut back muscles and his strong biceps. After the shirt completely came off, revealing his bare upper body, he turned and tossed it in the laundry bin. Aahil sighed cursing his luck as he brushed back his hair with his hands. He was so tired from a long day. His body wanted to hit the bed and not get out till morning. But he had to go do as he was told. As he walked to the closet for a new shirt, the room turned pitch black. Aahil groaned. Great! He thought! The electricity must have cut off.
"La--" Aahil stopped midway. He looked down and realized that he could not call Latif. Even though the room was dark, he felt awkward. How times have changed! There was a time he would stay shirtless all day but now, it felt strange for some reason. Unless it was her of course. It felt just right with her. Aahil took a deep breath. This was not the time to think of "her"! He needed to change and leave.
Aahil heard footsteps behind him. "Kaun?" He asked trying to keep his voice nonchalant. He was not in the mood to be seen by anyone. Suddenly Aahil felt a hand on his shoulder and he nearly jumped. He turned around and stood rooted to the spot. The sight before him made him forget to breathe. She was there, in his room. It was like a dream come true! His Begum was standing with a candle right in front of him looking breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair was let loose and softly tucked behind her ears. The light from the candle dancing in her eyes with her soft lips pursed slightly. He remembered the time he had seen her using his lighter. Her big soulful eyes had enchanted him.
Aahil blinked. But his Begum was not looking into his eyes. He followed her eyes to see where she was looking. He softly sucked in a breath. He looked up to see her smirk slightly. Aahil swallowed trying hard to not get affected by the way she was looking at his shirtless body. She held the candle between them and stepped closer. She placed a hand on his shoulder. It slowly moved down to his chest and then his abs. It lingered there for a while. Her hands softly brushed the waist of his pants. Aahil closed his eyes and shuddered slightly under her touch. The dark silent room lit by only a candle now felt like the perfect place to be. He waited anxiously to see what she would do next.
But suddenly he could no longer feel her touch. Aahil opened his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were dancing in amusement. He wondered if he had just imagined all of it. He looked at her hands and then at her eyes. His mouth felt dry and he cursed himself for standing there like a idiot not saying anything. He blinked trying to make sure her presence itself was not a dream. But Sanam was still there. She was now looking deep into his eyes forcing him to hold his gaze on her only. They stood there for minutes just staring at each other.
Suddenly a gust of air came that blew off the candle and seconds later lights turned back on. It was followed by a loud and dramatic "oui maa!"
Both Aahil and Sanam jumped. They saw a pair of wide eyes, two pigtails with red ribbons and a very large figure standing before them. Sanam moved away from Aahil.
"Aahil baba?" The voice said dramatically.
Aahil tried to look everywhere but at the two people before him. Suddenly his eyes grew wide and he realized something. Aahil quickly grabbed Sanam and placed her in front of him, hoping to salvage the damage that was done. But going by the dreamy look in Latif's eyes, Aahil knew he was pretty late.
"Woh main shirt change karne aaya tha." He said awkwardly.
"Lekin Aahil baba aapne toh shirt pehna hi nahi. Toh change kaise karege?"
"Latif!" Aahil said frustratedly not knowing where to look. Sanam burst into laughter as Aahil raised his eyes and looked at her angrily. She covered her mouth and kept chuckling. He turned away and walked a few steps to the closet, looking for a decent shirt to wear. He made sure that one side of the door was covering him from their view.
Latif exclaimed, "Naraaz maat huye Aahi baba. Main jaate hoon. Aap shirt pehniye. Madat--- mera matlab hai kuch chahiye toh bata dena. Haaye Allah main toh hui chui mui." Latif rushed off excitedly.
Aahil grabbed a new shirt and closed the door. He looked at Sanam still standing there smiling. "Kya hai? Light aa chuki hain. Tum jaa sakhte ho." He felt annoyed at her being so unaffected by what happened.
"Hain mujhe pata hai light aa chuki. Waise bhi main aapko dunde nahi aaye thi. Maine kamre mein kisiko dekha. Aur aap toh iss waqt ghar nahe aate toh maine socha---"
"Toh tumhara matlab hai ke koi bhi hota tab bhi tum aaise hi candle lekar aati?" Aahil looked at her incredulously. He felt a small pang of jealousy and disappointment. So she didn't come here for him?
Sanam just rolled her eyes and said, "Aapke kamre mein aapke alava aur kaun aise shirtless kada rehega?" She had a point.
Aahil blushed slightly and looked away. He tried to control himself. He was not the type to blush! Aahil looked at her from the corner of his eyes, she was highly amused.
"Ok whatever! Ab jao!" If thats how she wanted to be then fine! He wasn't going to give her any more enjoyment at his expense.
Sanam shook her head and smiled some more before walking away. He heard her laugh softly after so long. It sounded like music to his ears. Aahil looked at her retreating back. He didnt feel like going anywhere nor did he feel tired anymore. He unplugged his phone and quickly texted Rehan the information before tossing his phone on the bed. Before anything could stop him, he went after his Begum Jaan.
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