KHAARZAAR

۱۷: بات چیت / Conversation

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Miraal prayed as usual before she folded the prayer mat and recite the Holy Quran for a while. After that, she wasn't feeling sleepy. It was almost 7 in the morning when she got free. So, deciding to start an early day, she walked towards her closet and pulled out her clothes for the day.

She took a shower before changing into her clothes and combing her wet hairs. She knew she had ample amount of time before leaving for the office. So, she headed downstairs. Mostly, everyone wake up at 8:00. So, the main floor was devoid of any person. A serene silence greeting her.

She beeline towards the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. She wasn't a tea person. She always loved the aroma of coffee and how it helped her cooled down her mind. So, as the coffee was brewing, her mind wind back to the previous night.

How Irtaza stood up for her without saying anything kept replaying in her mind like a tape recorder. She wasn't able to get that scene out of her mind no matter how much tried to. It's like it's been imprinted into her mind for life. It kept her awake till late at night. Her heart doing the same fluttering over and over again.

She thought it might be the side effect of the medicine she took after dinner. There's no reasonable explanation than that. But still, her heart was telling her that she was just lying to herself. She felt a tinge of something akin in her heart. And she's just scared to admit it.

She was still in her wonderland when she heard the quiet yet heavy footsteps of someone. Frowning in confusion, she stood up to check. No-one is awake. So, who that might be? Might be a burgural? But they live in the safest area. Rates of crime here are almost none.

Stupid! Burgural doesn't care about it.

Feeling herself on edge, she hurriedly took hold off the flower vase that was kept there. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest. Ya Allah! Help me. I don't want to die this young. Her brain chanted. The footsteps came closer and her heart beat accelerated. She was close to having a heart attack. Right then and there.

As she felt the footsteps just outside the threshold of the kitchen, she braced herself for the attack and the moment she saw the shadow entering, she struck the vase blindly.

"Chor!" (Theif)

"What?"

She heard a confused what but she was too far gone by the fear of getting to die at a young age.

"Miraal stop. What the hell are you doing?"

She heard a very familiar sound. It caused her frantic movements to came at a halt. Wait. Why this sound seems familiar? She opened her eyes and they widened. The one standing infront of her was not a thief. It was a hotshot lawyer. Her own cousin. Irtaza.

His one hand was holding the vase that was just an inch away from his face. His other hand holding her hand that she was using to distract his attention. She gulped loudly. What. The. Hell.

"Are you calm now?"

He asked. His eyes betraying the stoic expression over his face. She immediately jerked out of his hold. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, she looked away in embarrassment. That's the second time you have wonderfully embarrassed yourself infront of your soon to be husband, dear.

Her consciousness reprimanded her.

Her cheeks tainted red. Her eyes not able to meet his.

"Damn, woman!"

He muttered before walking towards the fridge and grabbing an ice pack out of it. Miraal's eyes bulged out of her sockets. She didn't hit him with a vase, does she?