ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 46.

AABAN.

I was trying hard to stifle my laughs looking at her. Her eyes were widened like a saucer and her mouth was a little agape. How I want to close her mouth with my own.

"Who? Which girl?" She asked, raising her brows. "Thi ek." (There was one). I smirked. I took a piece of my food and passed in her direction but she just kept looking at me. I shrugged and ate it myself.

I still can't believe she ate her entire plate and I can't be more happy. I was about to take another bite but she pushed my hand away and was looking at me with narrowed eyes. I was eagerly waiting to see what she does.

"What girl and what do you mean she likes your body?" Woowww!!! Was she furious and jealous? This is what I waited for an entire year. To see this. If I would've known this before I might've done it a long time ago.

"Nothing, forget it." I tried to act like that was a slip of the tongue and looked at my plate. "Aaban." Her voice was full of authority and it made me grin mentally. "Look here." She ordered again and I looked at her.

"What girl? Who is she?"

"Ek thi." (There was one). I really want to know the depth of the water I'll be drowning now.

"Ek thi. Ek thi kia laga rakha hai isse mazeed tafseel se bolein. Koun thi vo?" ('There was one' Explain in more detail what 'There was one'. who was she?). She was fuelling. Lord!! My girl is fuelling in rage. I lived for this day.

"Dilruba." (Beloved).

"Dilruba? Kitna bura naam hai. Dilruba." (What a bad name?). She said the name as if spilling poison clenching her jaw. She was a site to witness.

"Dilruba, dil kashi, dillagi, Dayan, dajjal. Kutti. Ughhh. Rahe unlog ke saat hi." (Be with them). She stood up from the chair with irritation and was walking away in pure rage. I could not help but chuckle silently looking at her irritated self.

Pulling her by her wrist, I made her sit back on the chair. She glared at me then turned the other way. "Milvau kabhi?"  (Do you want to meet her?). I asked with a smirk.

"Qatl na kardu." (Wouldn't I kill her). She retorted back with a glare. "Uss bechari ka kia kasoor?" (What is the fault of that poor girl?).

"Bechari?" (Poor girl?). She looked at me for way too long, deep in my eyes. "Qhubsurat hai?" (Is she beautiful?). She asked in a whisper.

"Behadh." (Extremely). I smiled and her emotions totally changed.

"Pyar karte hein?" She asked in a shaky whisper. Does she think I don't know what she is going through right now. How strong she pretends in front of me I can still detect it.

"Bepannah." (Infinitely).

She gulped and nodded looking down. Allahu! "Wanna see her picture?" I asked and she snapped her head in my direction. "You even have pictures?" I nodded with a grin. I took my phone out and clicked on the pic.

"Here." I turned it towards her but she looked down. "I don't want to see." She mumbled and stood up again to go but I again pulled her back. She was trying to remove my hand from her wrist. "Look at it once."

She looked at me with teary eyes. "Nahi dekhni. Chodein." (I don't want to see. Leave me).

"Dekho, mein chod dunga." (See and I'll leave you). Tears rolled down from her eyes but she was controlling it so much. She closed her eyes for a few seconds then opened it and glanced at my phone.