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02. Spark
I laughed, and my eyes fell on his face yet again. I had noticed that Aryan's eyes crinkled everytime he laughed, becoming more tinier, the skin under his eyes forming creases with his cheek carrying a very prominent dimple hiding in his beard.
I did not intend to observe him so keenly, especially not after what happened outside and the words he used to describe me but I was fascinated by his smile, by the way he talked. He did not over indulge, he preferred keeping it brief but when he spoke there was meaning in what he said, there was a charm that clung you to what he wanted to convey, a type of authority was involved that convinced you even when what he suggested was evil, there was unconvention and then there was none at all, there was knowledge, humor, wit and so much more that I couldn't ignore, that I couldn't avoid him.
And anyways he was sitting right opposite to me to not pay him any attention.
He took a bite from his folk, with his eyes meeting mine and his smile faded with a condescending view of me and so did mine.
"Ah, han." I teased, seeing Mustafa weave his fingers with Afaf very romantically. "Why'd you invite us on your date Mustafa? To hear him buy votes on calls and to have me poke fun at your love?"
"Kaya!" Afaf reprimanded me for the taunt. "I ain't lying." I replied to her unmoved, and Aryan stared at me.
"It's election campaigning, well within the model code of conduct." Aryan corrected me and Mustafa backed his argument.
"You men get defensive so easy." I chuckled, taking a sip of red wine.
"Didn't you mention every wrong must offend a man especially in the position I hold a while ago Ms. Kaya?" He reminded me of all the righteous comments I had passed at the dinner table.
"I would send Mustafa the latest rules, you can refer to them once. Quality journalism is important."
"I'm sure you must have read the the provisions in light of public welfare." I pressed my lips. "Like aren't all of us over here and the protesters the witnesses of the greater heights Uttar Pradesh has achieved under your party over the last decade." I did not sound sweet at all and it was evident on his features.
"Excuse me? What do you mean?" Aryan frowned, pointing at me with his phone.
"Truce." Afaf interuppted. "She is just arguing for the heck of it, to earn a response from you. She enjoys random banters." I glared at her.
"Mustafa tell her she is my best friend. What even yaar??" I sadly admitted.
I knew where Afaf's intrusion was coming from. Her interpretation was right, I was framing Aryan only because I was bored, nothing more. "Ma'am is ready to marry some American and get a green card. India and the protests here are none of her concerns." Afaf hated the fact that I was not at all patriotic or say so detached to the place I'd spend more than half of my life. "She hates India, she hates the people over here."
"Does not mean I cannot speak against human rights violations?" I rolled my eyes.
"Ofcourse you should but there is an enormous difference between talking about human rights on a dinner table and actually doing something to change." He added.
