ISHQ KI ZUBANI

Chapter 22

-haroon pov ᯓ★
I was still staring at her, our faces close as we lay on the bed. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was trying hard to look unaffected, but I could see the shift in her expressions. There was something challenging in her eyes something that made me want to push her buttons just a little more.

A smirk played on my lips as I leaned closer, dropping my voice low. "You want me to do bad deeds with you, Maham?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.

She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly not one to back down. "Try it," she shot back, her chin tilted up defiantly. "I'll scream so loud that"

I cut her off with a chuckle, shaking my head at her. "That what? You'll scream for me?" I teased, emphasizing the last two words.

Her face turned red in an instant, and she smacked my arm hard. "Shut up, Haroon! I didn't mean it like that!"

I couldn't help but laugh, enjoying how flustered she got. "Relax, Maham. I'm just teasing you," I said, leaning back with my hands behind my head.

She glared at me, her lips pressed into a thin line. "You're impossible."

"And you're fun to mess with," I shot back, the grin never leaving my face.

She turned her back to me, clearly done
with my nonsense for the night, but I didn't miss the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. I may have pushed her buttons, but she wasn't as unaffected as she pretended to be.

After that maham said drop me to the her bsf harams house so I just hummed

-maham pov ᯓ★

After Haroon dropped me off at Harham's house, I let out a sigh of relief. Spending time with her always helped me clear my head. I rang the bell, and within seconds, Harham opened the door with her usual bright smile.

"Finally, you're here!" she said, pulling me into a tight hug before dragging me inside.

We settled on the couch with cups of chai in hand, her eyes glinting with curiosity as she studied me. "Okay spill. Kya scene hai? Haroon k saath ab tumhari life kaisi chal rahi hai?"

I rolled my eyes at the mention of his name. "Mat pucho, yaar. He's still impossible. Aik din acha hota hai, doosre din woh mujhe pagal bana deta hai."

Harham burst into laughter, nearly spilling her tea. "Bechara Haroon. You make him sound like he's the villain of the century."

I shot her a glare. "Because he is the villain. Mere saath jo kuch bhi hua, woh sab uski wajah se toh hua. Aur ab..." I trailed off, sighing. "I don't even understand my own feelings. Kabhi woh mujhe ajeeb lagta hai, aur kabhi"

"Kabhi kya?" Harham leaned forward, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Bas chhod. Tum toh waise bhi meri life ka mazak udao gi," I muttered, taking a sip of my tea.

Harham smirked knowingly. "Oh ho, aisa kuch hai toh mujhe batao! Honestly, Maham, kab tak apni feelings deny karogi?"

I shot her a warning look. "Mujhe koi feelings nahi hain, okay?"

"Right," she teased, leaning back with a victorious grin. "Aur woh jo tum mujhe text karke Haroon ki har chhoti baat share karti ho, woh sirf 'updates' hain?"

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Tum aur tumhare stupid analysis. Har cheez ko love story mat banao."

She giggled and nudged my arm. "Meri jaan, tu bas deny kar rahi hai. Dekhna ek din tu khud realize karegi, aur us din main 'I told you so' zaroor bolungi."