Veiled Intimacy

11. IRRITABILITY

It was 1 pm and he was still sleeping . He was lying face down on the bed. One arm was under the pillow due to which the pillow was slightly raised. His black hair was scattered on his face . At the moment, the curtains blocked the sunlight. The outside world had done half of its work. While that Nawabzada (royal highness)  was still sleeping. He wasn't wearing shirt . If someone would see him shirtless , they couldn't keep their gaze from travelling downward from his face . His torso was lean , his stomach defined that wasn't evident at that time . He had a long , thin scar that ran from collarbone to hip . And this was a clear proof of his tone body.

AND HIS ABS!!!!!!

Suddenly his phone started ringing. Which disturbed his deep sleep. The phone was ringing on the side table.But that gentleman was not even bothering to pick it up. As the caller also knew his condition very well and therefore did not stop calling him. The constant ringing of the phone forced him to pick up the call. He stretched out his hand and tried to find the phone by stroking around۔ The eyes were still closed. He put the phone by his ear.

"Kon mur gaya Bhai Jo call per call ker raha hai ? " His voice was heavy with sleep.

"Tera Baap!!!" The caller on the other side shouted on him .

He yelled so loudly that he took the phone away from his ear because he loved his eardrums.
"Wow, this is a very good thing you told me. You made my morning beautiful." He knew who the caller was. He lay down straight and put one of his hands under his head.

"There is some shame, some modesty, but you don't even know what it is." The caller lamented his condition.
"What happened brother, why are you chewing chili in the morning?" Now he sat up and rested his head on the bed crown.

"Haadim,  is it morning ???????grow up now. You are wasting your life  like this . And why did you skip the university today?" He was now in full scolding mode.

Haadim laughed a little . He could assume his angry face . "Basit Khanzada , Aaj kis larki se maar kha ker aye ho?" He asked very shamelessly.

The incident of hitting the girl in the morning and her childish actions flashed in front of Basit's mind.There was a moment of silence which was broken by Haadim.
"Was the girl beautiful? " He was really suspicious of his silence . He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Ooh shut up You dickhead!!!" Haadim's meaningful sentence brought him back to his senses. "You keep saying anything. The hit of a single shoe will fit you and you will be straight as an arrow. I am complaining about you to Bi Jaan. And I promise that I will not save you from Bi jaan's rage!!!" Basit cut the call. Haadim laughed so hard at his nonsense.

He himself did not know why just bumping into this girl was affecting his mind. He had not even seen her face . He didn't even know  why his heart was restless after this one meeting.Even when Haadim mentioned the joke, he was nervous. Now who knew that this anxiety will reduce only after being buried under the soil.

Basit was in his office at that time. He threw his phone on the couch in disgust. And he himself went to the window and started watching the scenery outside. He saw that girl going towards her car. Unwillingly, his eyes were following her. He let out a breath. And turned to his table.

While Haadim lazily got up from his bed. He walked towards the dressing room.He opened the closet with a gray dress shirt with black pants . And entered the washroom to take a bath.After some time he took a bath and came out. Wet hair was on the forehead. He was probably not bothered by his hair, so he did not even bother to remove it from his forehead.

He dried his hair with a dryer. After taking a last look at himself in the mirror, he left his room wearing a black hood.He was coming down the stairs when he saw his gaunt father. (Oh shit. Now my class will definitely start) he thought to himself. He wanted to go through the side. But Husain i.e. his father stopped him in the middle of the way ۔