Hikayat ✔

Chap. 11

—Past Continued—

Five years later...

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Twenty two year old Harris stood in Maniha khala's lounge pacing with a frustrated, almost constipated frown on his face. Dressed in a black track pants, under a fitted white T-shirt and a black hoodie with the letters 'I am the monster under my bed' printed on the back of it.

His forehead creased with lines of irritation, as if there could be more, and he screamed the hundredth time.

Or may be it was only the sixth time... But for his impatient self same thing..

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"Yarr Vania!! Ajaouu!"

Harris wanted to just slam his gym bag down, run up the stairs grab her, and drag her down himself. He could even imagine a more barbaric image with her thrown over his shoulder...

But that wouldn't give the right picture... Too distractive..

Another part of him wanted to simply leave her and go by himself.

*Sigh....

He could do neither.

Before Harris screamed again a voice replied from the top of the stairs,

"Allah Harris!! Marney kyun lag jaatey ho? Aarahi hun main! Ajeeb!"

Much to his relief a figure appeared on top of the stairs clad in a white A-level uniform. Her face bare, and innocent features scrunched up in fury.

Her eyes were focused on her hair as she tried to tie the end of her French braid with a rubber band.

At the sight of her, for a brief moment, Harris forgot all his whereabouts.

He stared, unblinking, at her approaching figure and wondered, Why was he even angry in the first place?

Done with the knot Vania threw her hair back with a huff and fixed the full force of her glare upon him.

That brought him back instantly. Heat blazed in his body as he met her eyes but he ignored the sensations focusing on his wrist watch.

"Time dekha hai tum ne?" Harris questioned angrily.

"Ji! 8:00 baj rahy hain!" Vania replied placing a hand on her hip.

"Ji! Toh phir!?" He wanted her to realize her fault as he pinned her with a straight look however...

"Toh Phir kya? Class toh 9:00 bajey hai meri!"

No such luck, Harris deflated still frowning. She was adamant that she had no fault.

"Vania, mujhe gym phonchna tha 8 bajey Yaar! Ab tumhari wajah se main late ho jaoun ga! Pehley woh kharoos instructor itna zaleel karta hai mujhe! Kehta hai main serious nhi hun uper se or tum—" He started ranting.

"Abhi lecture baad main dena warna late ho jayen ge! Har waqt shuru hi ho jatey ho.." Vania hmphed dropping her bag in his hands like he was her chauffeur and trotted away smartly towards his car.

Gritting his teeth Harris frowned harder then grumbled following after her, "Kaha bhi tha aaj mat jao sirf ek class hi toh hai... lekin Nhiii!! Kitni important hai naa??!! Chor tohh bhaiii bilkull bhii nhi sakty! Harris, beshak late ho jaye!"

"Haan! Haai! Bohaatt!" Vania yelled back, "Or tum ko khud hi shouq thaa zimedar bahu banney kaa... 'Main kardun gaa drop Vania ko Uncle! Aap tension nhi len!' Toh karo ab!" She smiled teasingly knowing Harris was fuming and already regretting volunteering to be her designated driver for the week while Faizan Khalu was away at Lahore.