Humaira idly looked at her phone which kept ringing. She smirked seeing Adeel's name flashing on the screen. It was the 5th time he has been calling since morning and now it was the afternoon. She'd told herself that he wasn't going to get away with it and that was just what she was doing. He needed to take accountability of his boo-boo.
With a scrumptious cup of hot chocolate, she got lost in a good book and one hour later, there was a knock on her door. She gave an audible permission for the person to come in and was suprised to see Ya Nabeel.
"There you're. I thought you weren't home." He said leisurely striding to the sofa she was sitted on.
"Oh. I didn't go anywhere today. No classes." She replied keeping her book aside.
"Where is your phone?"
"It's here. Why do you ask?" Her brows pinched in confusion as she held the phone in her hand and he made a gesture for her to give it to him.
"You've 5 missed calls from Adeel. Why are you not picking up his calls hmm?" He enquired softly giving her back the phone.
"Nothing. I guess the phone was on silent so I didn't hear it ringing." She shrugged avoiding his eyes.
"You should know you're a bad liar by now, baby sis. I don't know what happened between you two and I also don't want to interfere. All I know is that you should give him a chance and hear him out. Misunderstandings like this happen especially when a wedding date is fixed as the devil gets in between. But you shouldn't let him win. Talk to Adeel and hear what he has to say. Whatever it is, I know he wouldn't hurt you deliberately."
"Okay. I will." She said reluctantly and pouted.
"Please do. The poor guy called me to beg you on his behalf to pick up your phone. He said he's not even sure what he did wrong. And I know how peevish you can be sometimes."
"Ya Nabeeel! You always put the blame on me. You know I won't just be upset for nothing. He's the one in the wrong." She whined and he chuckled.
"Whatever creams your twinkie habibty. I'll take my leave now and I expect you to talk to him afterwards." He smiled and patted her hand which was in his. Nabeel left her to the privacy of her room after she'd assured him she was going to pick up the phone when next he calls.
Not even two minutes later, Humaira heard the personalized ringtone. She smiled smugly and made sure her tone was indifferent before she picked up.
"Assalamu alaiki rosy cheeks. How're you? You really got me worried not answering any of my calls."
"Wa'alaika salam. I'm fine." She answered in a clipped tone hoping he'd get the message.
"You're upset with me." He sighed running a hand over his coyly hair.
"Good to know you're aware." She said nonchalantly.
"Mea culpa. Atleast let me know what I did wrong please. I deserve that don't I?"
"No, you don't. Cause you clearly know what you did. Why will a lady, a so called course mate as she said have your phone with her? Doesn't she have her own phone? And why will she pick up your fiance's call of all calls?"
"Relax sassy. Before I answer your questions, I want you to please answer the two questions I have for you as honestly as you can. Can you do that for me?"
"And why will I? We're not playing 20 questions here or are we?"
"Please just concur. I promise I'll answer yours too." Adeel felt like pulling his hair out of his scalp. Why do women have to be so difficult?
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RAYS OF HOPE✔
Spiritual"There's always light at the end of the tunnel, you just have to hold onto even the flimsiest rays of hope." _Aishatuh M Aisha Humaira, an ardent and sassy young lady aspires to become a journalist. She's a great humanitarian who believes that issue...