Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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"Believe me, sweetheart; this wound is nothing for me. I have seen worse than that. The bullet has just touched my flesh and moved away. I can take care of this small wound. But first, I need to hear again that you love me. You did say it. Didn't you?" He questioned in a husky voice, grabbing her wrist.
Her tongue slipped and in the panic and emotional upheaval, it formed the words which were a reflection of her heart. There was no doubt in the fact that she was in love with Masab. However, she had always denied it from herself even. This last resort to opt for freedom backfired over her and now Andaleeb realized how far she had gone in this dangerous ride.
She had given her heart to him, and now, seeing him in pain wretched her heart. She didn't know whether to reply to him to make him happy or decline him once again. She was still contemplating on what to say when the door knocked. The hotel staff would be here as they must have heard the sound of the gunshot. What would they do now?
Andaleeb gasped in shock. "What ..what if it's people from the hotel? What will we do now?"
Masab caressed her smooth cheek. "Don't worry. I'll handle it."
He pierced his teeth into one another as he strived to get up, supporting himself with the edge of the bed. Andaleeb quickly rushed and held his arm to steady him. His love-filled eyes again diverted to her, and the intense warmth they generated in her heart was something she never experienced before. He kissed her forehead before gently pulling the silver robe back over her body and tying the belt over her waist again.
"Go to the bed and pretend to sleep," he ordered her.
"What?" She was confused.
"Listen to me, my love. Go to bed quickly," he again said and Andaleeb couldn't argue this time. He must have some motive in his mind if he asked her to do so.
She moved to the bed and laid down on it before pulling the duvet over her. Her eager and anxious eyes again caught his sight and Masab just blinked in reassurance. He grabbed his black overcoat from the dressing chair which he had worn for the party. He pushed his palm over his wound to stop the bleeding for a while as his eyes scanned around the room. Then he draped the coat over himself.
Masab walked towards the door and, as expected, found the two men from the hotel's staff and a guard as well. They were looking at him in apprehension.
"Sir, we heard a really loud sound like that of a gunshot coming from your room. Is everything alright?" One of them inquired.
"There's nothing to be worried about. One of your staff members just came to our room unannounced and without us asking for help. I am a political personality who has a threat on his life these days. I have experienced the same thing in one of the hotels in Islamabad where one of my enemies posed as the room service and tried to shoot me in the night. I thought the same thing was repeating; hence, I took out my gun and aimed at him," Masab explained confidently, and on the bed, Andaleeb chewed the insides of her mouth. How easily he had lied about the whole situation?
