Dillagi دللگی

21

Hareem was working in her office when she received a call from an unknown number. She was hesitant to pick up the call but she picked it up at the end.

"Hello. Main Izhaan baat kar raha hoon. Shahrayed aapka number diya tha. Kya ham baat kar sakte hai?" He asked in a gentle tone but she panicked after hearing his voice.

She felt the urge to kill Shahrayed for pulling this stunt way too soon. He should have informed her about it.

"Jee. Ham baat kar sakte hai." Hareem replied.

"Phone mai baat karna sahi nahi rahega. Ham lunch par mil sakte hai?" He asked.

"Lunch pey? Main apna schedule dekh kar aapko batati hoon." she replied and ended the call. Hareem was anxious. The door creaked open and he came in the view.

"Rayed. Aap mera number aisa kaise de sakte hai? Aap ko mujhse puchhna chahiye tha." she glared at him.

"Sorry. Mujhe aapko batana chahiye tha."

"Izhaan milne ke liye bol rahe hai. Main kya jawab du?"

"Aap chahe tou manaa kar dein. Bohot chill banda hai. Mind nahi karega." He was calm.

Hareem called him and he received the call within seconds. She didn't an utter but the silence was heavy.

"Main aapki khamoshi ka matlab haan samjhu?"

"Aap mujhe address bhej dey. Main aa jaungi."
Hareem said monotonously and ended the call. Her breathing turned heavier by each passing seconds.

A message popped up and there was an address.

It was almost 1:30. And she only have half an hour to reach the location. Shahrayed gave her the puzzled look as she fixed herself.

"Aise nahi jaa sakti aap."

"Tou kya dulhan ka joda pahen ke jau."

"Aapka libaas durust hai. Par zara makeup tou kar lein."

Hareem nodded her head as he was right. After he left, she removed her mini makeup pouch. She did her minimal makeup with concealer and blush. The nude brown lipstick suited her complexion very well.

She fixed her hair and few strands of her hair was on her face. Hareem was wearing a deep red kameez and a matching pants. The organza dupatta was on her head. She was looking flawlessly beautiful.

She checked her phone. The address was 15 minutes away and she could easily get a taxi.
There was a knock on the door and she composed herself.

"Come in." she monotonously said while keeping her phone in her purse.

Her breath stuck in her throat as she felt his heated gaze on herself. She slowly looked at him and she was mesmerised. He was looking attractive in a white crisp shirt which was folded till his elbows. His hands were in his pocket and he was staring at her.

"Aise kya dekh rahe hai?" she stuttered.

"Aap kahi jaa rahi hai?" His voice was demure.

"Jee. Kuch kaam tha. Main kuch waqt mai aa jaungi." she slowly replied tracing the edges of her purse.

"Jaan sakta hoon ke aap kidhar jaa rahi hai?" He slowly asked and the question seems way too private for her.

"Nahi. It's personal." His jaw visibly tightened.

"Hareem. Abhi ek important meeting hai. Main aapko wahi batane aaya tha. Aapka rahna zaroori hai."

"Aap itne saal mere begair manage kar rahe the. Aaj bhi kar lein. Mera jaana zaroori hai." she said reluctantly.