Content warning - CW : Self-harm, suicide, or suicidal thoughts
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Can I bear with it? Can I handle it? Will I survive?
I entered inside, overcome with tiredness. It was late at night when I stepped inside the mansion. The lights were out except those in the kitchen. Heaving out a deep exhale, curiosity filled me in, heightening the urge to go and see, who might be inside the kitchen at this hour.
settling my handbag on the dining table on my way, I quietly peeked from the kitchen door to be surprised by the sight of...
attempting to take a step forward I almost tripped, letting a shriek leave my mouth, I clutched onto the doorframe. My breath stuck in my throat and my eyes widened in bewilderment.
"Amna...?" I looked up with my wide eyes, still not recovered by the accident. My heart thumped inside my heart loudly.
I smiled nervously, taking small and quiet steps, walking deep inside the kitchen I halted on my steps once at a respected distance from him. His stoic and cold expressions, sometimes intrigued me, making me wonder, what was this all about. What did he hide behind them?
"Azlaan bhai... Ap, is time kitchen mein kya kar rahe hain?" I could see he had freshly showered. His hairs were damp and the water patches were visible on his black tee.
[ Azlaan brother... What, are you doing in the kitchen at this hour? ]
"Coffee?" His hand holding the mug extended towards me, and I stared down at it. He was holding a mug in each hand, but how long did it take him to prepare one for me? Pushing my thoughts aside I grabbed the cup he offered me with a soft faint smile.
"Thanks..." I timidly thanked him and took a sip of the hot and bitter substance in the mug. The bitterness hit the back of my throat, making me shake my head for a second. It felt better to drink something like this after a long tiring day.
Holding the mug I kept staring down while scratching the porcelain mug in nervousness, not knowing how to begin.
"Itni dher se kyun ai ho?" I raised my head at his question, staring up at him.
[ Why did you come so late? ]
"Wo... aik urgent surgery thi to...dher ho gai." clutching the mug, I gazed back down.
[ That... I had an urgent surgery so... I got late. ]
Silence fell over us, once again as we sipped on our coffees'. I slowly raised my head.
"Wo..." His gaze fell on me, making me feel somewhat nervous.
[ That... ]
"Thank you..."
"Kis liay?" His brow rose, staring down at me as he held his mug in his left hand.
[ For what? ]
"Lunch dene anay ke liay..." I resonated.
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