Mehendi & Moonlight || Ana

Chapter 8:: Just Like Thieves

Nisha added another reason why having the garage door beside the flower decoration was a disgusting idea.

Her wide eyes travelled up to find an intense pair glaring at her, those moonlit eyes that shone even under this dark atmosphere.
"Stop being a snitch," Kabir spoke, his blazing eyes boring holes through her. This was a warning, she could guess.

Words fumbled within her brain but she tried to shake herself out of the daze.   

"You g-guys are sneaking in my house and God knows why. Why shouldn't I snitch if you don't tell me?" She tried to sound classy but the fact she couldn't see him correctly, yet felt his breath so near her, failed it.

It was dark and he dragged her into the corner of the garage, pressed against the wall. And she couldn't even see properly. The dim light entering through the windows was her unreliable source of light.

Surprisingly, she wasn't feeling endangered like a normal person should. Because in no way did he give her that vibe. And she was in the garage of her own house, anyway.
Still, it was a matter of fact that you should trust none. And sometimes, not even your closest people.

She heard his sigh, that hit her temple. Her chest stiffened up and she tried to shift away but he struck his palm on the wall beside her, making her gasp slightly.
"Excuse me?" She frowned, "You are not getting out of here until they get the work done."
"What work?!" She asked.

She could hear her heartbeat as her eyes wandered, trying to get a proper view of his face.

From earlier observations, she knew he had a fake moustache that looked hilarious but she didn't have the time to laugh at it.

She felt his hand move and knew immediately he was fixing the moustache. She attempted to move away but failed once again as he shifted closer, "Stay quiet."

Instead of letting her intrusive thoughts win and kick him right where everything would end, she heaved out a soft sigh, "I get it, you're trying to hold me hostage but... this is inappropriate."

She heard him huff deeply, "It's your thoughts that are inappropriate. Listen, I don't trust you and if you expose us right now, the wedding could be cancelled."

She looked down thoughtfully. He wasn't wrong.

"Okay. I won't... snitch. I wouldn't, anyway. I was just playing around. Why are you here? I should know that since it's my house you guys broke into." Her brows furrowed — trying to make eye contact with him but the dim moonlight entering through that shabby window did not support her expectations.

"Shams wanted to give a bracelet to Priti. And... he wanted to ask her to write his name on her henna, only if she agreed. God knows where he gets those filmy ideas from." Kabir sounded fed up, but he still came to fulfil his friend's wishes. That made Nisha smile slightly.
"Well, from films, of course." She spoke, and she was sure he gave her a fed-up look too. She just couldn't see it.

"Uh, anyway, he could've called on Priti's phone," Nisha spoke.
"You girls boycotted all phones of the girls present and turned them off. How would he? And Priti's phone has been turned off for a day. He only planned it this noon." Kabir sighed.
"Oh... then he could've asked Soha."
"The thing is... he doesn't tell Soha about these."
"As if she doesn't know it by herself." Nisha whispered making Kabir ask, "Huh?"

"Anyway. What on earth is this plan? This is even riskier than calling on Maa's phone for Priti."
"We didn't think that much." Kabir spoke, "I wasn't even agreeing to this, to begin with."
"It was Atif's plan, right? And Wahi just remixed it with some extra spices and Ajay hyped everyone up." Nisha spoke, more to herself.
She felt him shift slightly as he spoke, "How'd you know?"
"Not even surprised." She chuckled.