My Twisted Mafia

Heart....beats

As he arrived his house, his pace slowed down...
what was he thinking?
Did he really think that he could do it..
just get off work and do nothing...?
Or what was he gonna do?
Make stories with his sister?. This and many thoughts run his mind..
for once he envied Ahmed's perfectionism , Ahmed would have known what to do immediately

He wondered if he should get in and shout

'Isqaar I got a holiday.., let's enjoy'

That sounded stupid to him too
Why the hell did he he even ask for some days.. Anyways what is done is done ,he concluded
With a dejected sigh he knocked the door, somehow he had forgot his keys inside his room
After a few seconds he hard the keys rattle and the door opened
Isqaar who never thought it was her brother by the door dropped her gaze to the floor..
a wave of disappointment sweeping her

"You're back.."she said quietly

Naseer narrowed his eyes..his anger stirred up by her expression

' so who was she expecting...? Ahmed?' he thought

" Isn't it my house...I can come in whenever I want"

he said coldly that she snapped her eyes to his face upon meeting that deadly glare she averted her eyes and quickly moved aside for him to pass
Naseer walked in cursing something Isqaar didn't quite get..he went straight to his room.

" I wonder what got him all worked up again.."

Isqaar thought

She resumed to her cooking, she couldn't deny that there's a part of her hoping it was Ahmed by the door..but why would he come she had clearly crossed her borders yesterday night...
and he told her so
But then ...she couldn't help just hoping..
Maybe she should apologize instead..or maybe she should call him
Right now she remembered the phone Naseer had got her a few years back..
He had thrown it to her

'here...play some games stop bringing that excuse of a friend of yours' 

he had said
Of course Isqaar never used it.. she had chose Ilham over that phone ,her Best friend was much better than that phone...
But now the phone seemed her only  refuge

' sorry Ilham'

As she started turning to head to her room she remembered that she never knew Ahmed's number
She sighed tiredly..

"I should just let it be"

She switched off the stove and sat by the stool ..she was thinking about everything at the same Time and it bothered her

"I can't even cook " she whined almost pulling her hair

"Why?"

She involuntarily jumped from the stool and the clumsy her fell on the floor with a thud

" Does he normally Walk on air?"

She closed her eyes to compose herself, when she opened she almost jumped again when she found Naseer kneeling in front of her, if it wasn't for his quick response to hold her down
At first she was shocked, then scared he'd think she's stupid

" Will you come down..why are you so jumpy ?" he asked  looking at her face...

though he asked her he exactly knew he scared the hell out of her..it was even evident on her face how it was white out of fear ...

That made him feel somehow....
Sad?
He shifted his gaze to her foot , he knew maybe she had sprained it..

'' it might be sprained " he explained

then  he took it, as his hand made contact with her leg she flinched
When he looked at her, he noticed she was scared again.
she moved back a bit  clutching her shawl.

He gave a sigh..

"I just want to help you..but you act as if I'm gonna eat you the next minute . You're so comfortable around other people I'm I that different?" He said clearly keeping his anger a bay

' you're not asking that..'

her conscience popped in her head
But she just said nothing..at least she had the gut to look back at him ..but she wished she never deed
She saw something she had never seen in her life on her brother's face....

Hurt

" I also have feelings you know.."

he said then turned to leave
She couldn't even stop him... The only thing that brought her back to life was the door thud .
She stood up...a sharp pain pierced in..so she did sprain her foot after all
She tried to massage it..
she now has something else disturbing her mind ..her brother's gutted expression

"Argh... Life is hard..."

' that's just guilt idiot'

She rolled her eyes..of course ,her conscience had a great way  of adding to her chaos in her head

" Okay..I can't cook , I can't even think in peace.."

She decided to get some fresh air, she tried well her veil then went for the door..
she stood there for a minute or two, contemplating whether to go to her brother instead but she decided against it...
maybe she should just give him some time...or maybe herself some time before she approached him..

' Still scared '

she shook her head to clear of her mind

" Some fresh air will definitely do the trick" she said opening the door

To her surprise she felt all the air knocked out instead

In front of her was Ahmed..in a
Purple shirt?...

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