Mrs.Mirza

CHAPTER 28

Shabbir Ali Khan
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"Yaar pata nahi kyu Ahmad, but I feel like something is wrong, as if something terrible has happened", I said rubbing near my heart.

It feels as though something has been snatched from me, but I can't pinpoint what it is.

"There's nothing wrong, my friend. We're going to see her today, just be patient", Ahmad said, slapping my back and leaving a puff of smoke.

We stood on my balcony; it was ten-thirty in the morning, and the sun shone brightly. The warm rays of sunlight cascaded through the trees, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass. However, my mind was consumed with worries. The sun may be shining now, but who knows what challenges and struggles lay ahead in the day?

The bright morning sky offered no reassurance or comfort, only a reminder that time was ticking away. As I stood in the balcony, I couldn't shake off the uneasiness gnawing at me, even though everything seemed picture-perfect. But was it really picture-perfect. My worries overshadowed the beautiful morning, leaving me feeling anxious and uncertain.

As I made my way into the room through the balcony, a sense of worry and uncertainty weighed heavily on my mind. I walked into the closet and grabbed a light blue shirt and a pair of black jeans, along with boxers, and hastily threw them on the bed. I then proceeded to enter the shower, hoping that the warm water would ease my troubled thoughts.

As the water cascaded down my body, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Minha was gone, even before I could make her mine. The very thought pained me. I knew that I had been an asshole in the past and had done terrible things, but losing Minha was not something I could bear. Thoughts raced through my mind as I washed my hair with shampoo. Once done, I picked up the body wash and began to lather my body, trying to find some solace in the warm water. 

After my shower, I grabbed a towel from the cabinet and wrapped it around my waist before stepping out. As I entered the bedroom, I saw Ahmad lying on the bed with his left hand under his head. I walked over to the bed and put on my boxers, followed by the black jeans, then removed the towel and grabbed my shirt.

"Yaar easy ho ja, tension kyu le raha hai? Hum ja toh rahe hai uske ghar", Ahmad said, sitting properly on the bed.

"I can't help it; I feel like she is gone, even before I could make her mine", I said running my hand through my soaked hair, and walked towards the dressing table to grab my Rolex. 

"Stop over thinking, aur chal neeche dadi jaan intezaar kar rahi hongi", he said before the room.

With a sigh, I walked into the closet, headed towards the shoe shelf, grabbed my white sneakers and put them on.

I glanced briefly at myself in the mirror, feeling content with appearance, I left the room. I started rolling up my sleeves as I descended the stairs. 

"Assalamualaikum", I greeted entering into the kitchen area to see Ahmad stuffing his mouth with pancakes.

"Walaikumassalam. We have to visit the orphanage today. The media will also be there; it will help us win the election if we do some charity", dadi jaan said as she saw me.

"Mujhe election se kuch lena dena nahi hai. Aapne mujhse wada kiya the hum Minha ke ghar jayenge, yaad hai aapko?", I asked, walking towards the fridge to grab a water bottle and take a sip.

"Haan, mujhe yaad hai. Par chaar din mein election hai. Elections ho jaane do phir chalte hai", dadi jaan said as she passed me blue berry pancakes.

"Nahi mujhe aaj ji jana hai, aap mere saath chalengi ya nahi", I asked looking at her.