Ab ke hum bichde
toh Shayad khwabon mein mile
Jis tarah sookhe hue phool
Kitaabon mein mile.
—
Faisal
There was someone surely standing at the corner of the garden, the corner I planted myself , my favourite part of my home which has the best collections of flowers from around the world. But who at this hour would be wandering around my safe space isn't the house helps strictly instructed on not going there and not letting anyone else step there? They all will be held accountable soon but first let me see who have enough guts to walk into the place I never fucking allowed anyone into. Not even my parents???
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Fuming in anger he rushed his steps towards the end of the garden which had another garden, weird much? That's how is our male protagonist. He always has been much protective towards his belongings but his plantation was something he wouldn't let anyone have a gaze on, he himself was responsible for everything. From digging a hole to adding the mulch and watering it every day it was his hobby to have a little conversation with the pretty beings.
He saw a figure lost into the flowers standing at the barrier he created with pampas grass. It looked like a female, she was so lost and indulged in the serene beauty of treasured floret sets that she didn't even realise when a person from far away walked the whole distance and stood right behind her, with a frown on his face which for sure wasn't going to be there for a long.
"burada ne yapıyorsun" his voice was as heavy and manly as a perfect voice of man could ever sound. So gruff yet so pleasant, so sweet yet so hard, so gentle yet rude and obnoxious at the very same time.
(What are you doing here?)
"What?" She turned hearing some man blabbering in some language she was has never heard . Probably Turkish she thought at the 100th thought . He was speaking in some other language but it probably didn't feel foreign to her? What's the catch?
It was just a matter of second when his hard gaze softened, his gruff voice died in his throat, eyes reflecting the warmth of sun at 10:00 AM. Soothing yet shiny, bright but not hot. It was something that those eyes spoke without being caught yet, it definitely cheated on its owner already, are those defying the owner and had fallen for the opposite orbs of amber? Not yet but definitely soon. His eyes were the darkest shade of black but appeared darker at that hour with almost no lights around.
"Ben.. actually no one is allowed at this place" he spoke with his voice hardly audible. Why did his vocal cord went mute? Where's the rough raspy sound coming out from it?
(I..)
"Ohh.. but this place should be a tourists attraction spot, it's so beautiful" she again looked around feeling the cool breeze mixed with the smells of many flowers making up a whole new perfume for her totally ignoring the eyes which was smelling her presence.
"Umm.. this garden is mine and I don't like people wandering around my places" he said composing and pulling out himself from the aura she already created.
"That's so rude" she said peeping through the high pampas grass to have a look around the beautiful garden again.
"That I am, but who are you?" He finally asked the question he should have asked at the first place.
"Myself Jannat, all these flowers.."
"Jannat? heaven? Don't you own gardens like these many more.. heaven holds the most beautiful flowers right? " he cut her unknowingly completing the sentence he wasn't supposed too.
"True to your knowledge, but we're probably cousins, Are you that grumpy spoiled kid? Of which phupho always speaks about?" She giggled- but wait.. this side of hers was always comes out with her baba and Adil bhai, so...
Her giggles touched the strings of his heart, he almost unheard the words "grumpy" and "spoiled kid" and a coy smile tugged his lips.
"I guess I am" he replied shoving his hands in the pocket of his jet black pants.
"Well well nice to meet you but now, let me take your leave?" a small smile crept her lips and she began to move away from his gaze. His dark orbs followed her till she wasn't away from his sight.
"Flower" his tongue flipped and rolled to whisper out a nickname his conscience without his permission gave her. The grumpy and spoiled brat smiled sheepishly to himself and walked humming a tune, if ever his parents or siblings heard him hum a song they would probably die of heart attack at the first glance.
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It was 9:00 at the Paradise abode. All the kids in the bodies of adults were yawning on their beds while our male and female protagonists being the elder ones had the habit of getting up early, it was 8:20 when they walked down almost at same time but still late in the morning yet, owing to the weekend.
"Faisal did you meet all your cousins?" His mother inquired.
"I met Jannat last night" a different kind of emotion ran down his veins when his toung rolled down her name.
"Kizim, gel" she saw her walking towards them and called her closer.
"Ji" she smiled not understanding what she told and sat beside her giving her most beautiful smile.
"Sab bache uth gaye Jannat?" She inquired caressing her hair gently, she too leaned herself on her shoulder feeling the motherly warmth.
"Abhi kahan phupho, yeh log avai nahi uthte aaj toh thakan aur weekend dono ka bahana hoga" making an annoyed face to turned to pour the juice for herself.
"Koi nahi, sone do abhi bache hai" she smiled
"23-24 saal ke ghode hain ghode" she emphasised on the word ghode making her laugh.
"Horse??" He jumped in his place at the sudden reveal.
"In janab ko urdu nahi aati kya phupho?" She made a face at him.
"I know" he dragged the word know.
"Muhavra tha Faisal" she casually huffed rolling her eyes on him and began drinking the juice.
He was taken aback by her demeanour, the aura he never thought any girl would carry was being witnessed by him. He was really impressed. The way she addressed him without much hesitation also strung another string in his heart, let's wait for the song to me made shall we?
𖦹─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𖦹─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──𖦹───
So our grumpy kid finally met his flower. Let's wait for them to make a sound out of the strings Faisal's heart is playing already.
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