One Short/Short stories~

||• My Unwanted Boss •|| ~5

Riyaz's P.o.v•

I woke up by the ringing of my phone. Rubbing my eyes softly I sat on my bed slowly and stretched my hand out to get my phone from the side table. With slight blurry vision I saw the alarm ringing, I closed it off and put the phone aside. I closed my eyes as i felt my head heavy.

Last night i cried for hours, at the terrace while remembering about my mother. And I couldn't feel when the heavy rain started pouring down, when those heavy clouds burst out like me in tears, letting the dump in their heart out. I was back to my senses when my best friend, Hamza came to find me. (lo jii Coco jii aa gaya hamza, aapko bhi laati hun han).

He had some work and was calling me but I didn't picked up so he knowing I never ignore anyone's call anymore after what happened with my mother 4 months ago, he got worried. And ended up in the roof, getting wet with me. He consoled me for like an hour and took me back to my apartment.

My energy was all drained up, I was like a zombie at that time but he supported my body till here and then made me change. He tucked me to bed and stayed by my side the whole night. And now that i remember he was here, then why was the bed empty when I woke up?

I got up with much courage and walked to the bathroom. Doing my business, I took a hot shower, my muscle relaxed and i felt my body lightning up. I came out of the shower after like half an hour and wrapped a towel around my torso. I went to my cozy and big enough walk in closet. I throw a casual pair of baggy jeans and full sleeves t-shirt. After getting wet in the rain last night, I don't think it wouldn't be smart of me to stay nake or wear half sleeves cloths.

I walked out towards the kitchen with my phone in my hand and checking mails, to prepare my bf. It's 9 am right now and I've a flight for india by 11. I don't need to pack my clothes because the mansion already has everything I need, except my lappy, phone and chargers so yeah would need to bag it up which will take hardly 10 mins.

"Good morning" the words took me out from my mobile land and I looked up to find my best friend setting the table up with a smile. I smiled back.

"Morning." I greeted him taking a seat.
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"Did you sleep well?" He asked sitting beside me.
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"Yeahh." I nodded staring at the plates.
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He had made Sambhar-Dosa, poha, Fried rice and omelettes with Ginger Tea. The smell of spices filled up my nose as I inhaled the delicious aroma, licking my lips. He put a plate infront of me containing boiled egg's slice.
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"Isn't it..." Before I could say, he glared at me.
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"Eat." He ordered.
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It's too much for two people, isn't it guys??
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I stared at the plate for like mins and suddenly he hold my jaw making my lips pout but open and he pushed a half slice of egg in my mouth.
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I chewed it and after gulping down i look at him.
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"Seriously?? Why did you do that, I was going to eat naaa" i wined.
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Well i wasn't. I was going to put the plate aside and He knows that. My best friend knows me very well. But sometimes I feel like he isn't my best friend, but my wifeee.
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For real yawwrr. The way he take cares of me, supports me, handles me. Uk I loves Indian foods, my mother use to make it but after her I couldn't eat it. I didn't like the outside one's flavor or there was always something amiss in the food. So my best friend did the most unexpected things, he took cooking class and learnt to make different varieties of Indian food. And just For whom ?? Mee!! Ofcourse.
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I was really shocked when he made rotis with matar paneer for me. It was after a month of my mother's death. I wasn't able to eat properly. And that day he took me to his house for dinner. And guys uk that meal tasted the same way mother used to make. I was already overwhelmed with the emotion and when the first morsel melted in mouth. I cried. I cried and hugged him. That day I realised how much of a gem I've gotten. That day I realised that after my mother, brothers and dad, there is some one else too who cares for me.
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Hamza doesn't show much affection but when he does, he does it with his full heart. And that day I realised what was the missing thing in the food and the difference. It was love and care. The food my mother used to made for me was filled with love and care and the outside one didn't have those two special spices. And hamza was able to made it the same way was because he cared for me and somewhere loves me.
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"Af if, idk you Baby boy" he scoffed.
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"Yeah yeah, whatever.." i huffed
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"Eat or should I make you?" He raised his brow.
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"Kha raha hun bhaiiiii" i started eating and he shook his head.
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He took started eating after he made sure I had eaten properly and after the breakfast , i helped him clean the dishes and kitchen. Finishing off the other chores we both sat on the couch.
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"Shouldn't you pack?" He asked looking at me.
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"Uh??" I raised both of eye brows.
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"You have a flight in an hour!" He reminded me.
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"Ohh yeah now i remeber, but i don't need to pack, the mansion has everything!" I grinned. He nodded thinking something.
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"I'll be there the next day after tomorrow." He informed and I looked at him confused.
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"Why?" I asked.
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"I'm shifting my buisness there." He answered.
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"I can't leave you alone." Was the meaning of his sentence.
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"Ohh but what's the need." I asked, hoping he would say the words. He sat silently looking at the ground and thinking hard what to say next or how to put his worries into words.
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"I don't have anyone except you.." came his words in a very slow voice. Had I not listened to him closely, I would've surely missed it.
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"You and mumma afreen were the only persons I've had in the name of family (yes that's what he always called my mother) and now that she..." He didn't completed. I noticed him gulping his saliva down.
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"I can't leave you alone." He finally said those words a few mins later. I looked at his eyes which held the hurt, pain and fear.
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Hurt and pain of losing his mumma afreen, he was as much strongly affected as me. While i let it out, he kept it in his heart and Fear, Fear of losing me. Losing the only person left in his life.
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Hamza was an orphan when I met him. He used to work at a small cafe which was my fav and one day he made some mistake which resulted in the manager throwing him out and insulting. Luckily I and mumma was there, mumma saved him and took him with him. After that day she raised him and took all the responsibilities of him. While.i was elder among the the 5 of my brother. Hamza was the elder brother for me. The brother I needed the most.  And I love him to death.
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I pulled him closer and hugged him.
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"I love you bhaii" i said in his embrace.
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"More, baby boy" he patted my back.
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Breaking the hug, he got up and ruffled my hair.
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"Let me drop you to the airport, since you're a careless little boy" he said picketing his hand.
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"What?? I'm carelessss, and definitely not a little boy yawwrrr,  I'm a 29 year whole grown ass man" i said getting up and puffing my cheeks up in anger.
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"Don't curse baby boy." He flicked my forehead making me wince.
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"Ouch" I rubbed my forehead. He smiled.
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"Quiet a grown ass man" he teased me.
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"Ughhhh" i stomped in the room leaving him chuckling lightly behind. While going in room a smile itself make it way on lips.
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He is all in one. My brother, best friend, crime partner, bully (ofcourse not the real one), father, wifey, and now my mother too. He couldn't take maa's place but he's trying his best to fill it up.
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And I'm glad, I really appreciate his efforts and his presence.
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Tbc💅