Iztiraar

8.

After working for direct 8 hours, she was tired. She wrapped up all her files, turned her laptop down, she stretched her limbs and sighed. Looking at the busy city, at night she found many people hustling even in the darkness. Her eyes went to a small girl who was sitting aside on the road, selling beautiful flowers. The constant smile on her face made Juman smile.

Meanwhile Aurad was back from washroom.. he scanned her office and found her standing facing the big glass window.

"shall we leave ma'am?" He questioned professionally.

"Hmm" she hummed and taking her phone she marched ahead. He followed her behind.

As she took a seat in car, she asked the driver to stop near that girl.. Aurad narrowed his eyes at her words.

The driver did what was told and Juman hoped down the car, she leaned down at her level and asked, "kitne saal ki ho?"

"7" the girl replied cutely.

"Madam ye lelona" the girl said with soo many hopes.

Juman nodded and bought all the flowers, paying her a good amount, she patted her head saying, "roz jitne bhi phool laati ho, sab muje de diya karo" Juman said and the girl smiled wholeheartedly.

Aurad smiled charmingly at the girl. The girl waved a bye and ran to her mother who was selling vegetables.

Juman stood up with the flowers,.. Aurad cleared his throat, making Juman roll her eyes. "Me kuch bol sakta hu?" He asked teasingly.

"Bina bole reh paoge?" She asked shaking her head. He nodded in no with a million dollar smile.

"Ye phool apne le toh liye h, kiske liye liye h? Ab kahe toh me kisi ko nhi btaonga.. " he said genuinely.

Juman's eyes landed on those small yet beautiful flowers... "inhe lene wala koi nhi h, or faltu sawal mat kiya karo" she said glaring at him.

He knitted his eyebrows in confusion, "faltu kaha h? I was just curious, ek jalli ko phool bhi pasand h!" He said shrugging his shoulders. Juman narrowed her eyes, "Don't call me with that name!!" She said gritting her teeths.

He nodded and yawned. Juman checked the time and it was past 12.

As soon as they reached the mansion, Juman marched to her room with the flowers. Aurad went to his room and landed directly on the bed, mumbling, "kaam kuch kiya nhi mene, thak aese jata hu jese pta nhi kita kaam kiya h!" He mumbled and lazily stood up to get dinner.

He first changed into comfy cloths and than marched to kitchen. He found Juman cooking something. She was black loose kurti and simple shalwar, comfy for night.
He saw her first time in such type of outfits. Indeed, she looked more beautiful.

"U need something?" She asked facing her back to him.

"Haa, khana.. ab aadhi raat me or kya chahye hoga muje" he said rolling his eyes.
He peeked into the pan and made faces. "Ye kya ajeeb sabzi h?"

"Shahi paneer" she replied shortly.

He made faces, Juman turned to him completely and asked, "nhi pasand?"

"Allergic to paneer" he said pouting sadly. She gave a firm nod.

"Aalu paratha chalega?" She asked without any emotion. He smiled ear to ear. "Ap banayengi? Mere liye? Apko ata h banana?" He asked questions like kids, with gis sparkling eyes.

Juman gave a nod and mashed the already made potatoes.. within 15 mins, the hot sizzling parathas with spicy chutney, pickle and curd was ready. She served the dinner on the dinning table. He licked his lips ..as the aroma was mouth watering.