Aşkım-Jannat Kay Pattay FanFiction

1. IADE

AŞKIM

On a cold Sunday night, dark and quiet, different from the city life that was - awake and alive.

A man moving in the narrow streets, appeared to be nothing more than a shadow. Neither his footsteps were heard nor could one point out his presence. He was swift.

He stopped at the end of a street which was slightly illuminated and turned. An old man stood there waiting for him.

He looked around, walked closer with slow deliberate steps and stopped to lean over a wall crossing his arms over his muscular chest.

He looked at the old man who had many layers of clothing over his body which definitely were not for the cold and a walking stick in his hand. The man turned his face to look at him, raised his eyes covered with glasses (to which the shadow smirked. This man had a weak cover story) to look at him, brought his hand closer to his face. He glanced at his wrist watch. He was able to point out the figures because of their neon glint and raised his brows as if pointing out that he was late. Again.

Attempting to pour a bit of shame in him for making someone wait.
The shadow smiled slightly. Huh, as if he would be ashamed.

" You told me to be here at 8 p.m. and in my dictionary 8 p.m. means 8:10 p.m. I am not late. You are just not familiar with my ways ", Jihan said with a smile yet his voice was cold and distant. Not even a trace of softness was found.

" Anyways, did you get the gift (coded word for a USB they had to steal)? ", that man's heavy voice came out as a whisper.

" You must work on your skills along with your cover. " He looked sideways at the other person with disappointment who stood on his left side and took in his appearance from top to bottom.

"It is in your jacket's left pocket ", he whispered.

"You must keep your eyes open and reflexes sharp while you work. A split second of mistake and you will lose that 'gift', I doubt. "

That man scrunched his nose at this perfectionist but didn't check his pockets. If he said it is there that means 'It.is.there.'

" You just came here, I saw you, you are standing at my right side. When did you keep it? ", he asked in his heavy voice with his eyes narrowed. Even though, they were covered he could read curiosity.

His words made Jihan Sikandar smile.

" A magician never reveals his tricks to his spectators. " A slight smirk appeared and disappeared in seconds.

" And I have already told you, you have to work on your skills. " Jihan shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, that was swift", he praised nodding his head. They stood side by side in the dark street basked in cold.

" It is not about me being swift. It is about you being sluggish with your senses. Work on them", he repeated his words.

" You repeated that thrice. Mind telling me what you want to impose?"

"That your cover is weak, girl ", he said with his voice mocking. As if he felt sorry for her, she actually believed her cover-story worked.

Tch! Tch!

" You really thought these many layers of jackets and this silicon mask were capable of hiding the femininity of your walk"

" You didn't, rest everyone believed. Nobody doubted I was a girl. I don't know what's wrong with you " she said in her feminine voice rolling her eyes. She had been mimicking all this while and was good at it.

With her saying this she removed her glasses. Irritation was visible even on her fake face. These glasses were to show he was a blind man but also they played a role to cover the edges of the silicon mask that didn't cover her eyelids.