Love Is Medicine

Chapter 69

HANIA

"Thoda kitaboon se bahar nikal ke khana bhi kha Lena!" My Ammi gave me a look, warning me not to skip my meals.

Which I've been doing quite alot, that my hemoglobin levels dropped again! The only solution left for me is to free my soul from this body!

"Bahar se kuch manga Lena..Ghar pe kuch maat bana! Jaan mai Jaan nahi rehti ghar se nikale toh!" Pappa suggested, and i looked at Azra who almost burnt the kitchen by making hot chocolate the other day, because Azra Innaya Malik forgot to turn off the stove!

I just stayed quite, because I'm not going to order something, especially when I'm alone..I was born to cook, innovate new recipes and enjoy the freshly baked reading my favourite novel.

They are going to Azra's PTM, and here I'm all alone mixing some cream cheese and vanilla extract and some coffee for my cheese cake.

I'm just craving it from last night after watching a show with Aru.

From the kitchen window I see Taheer on the terrace watering the plants, although nothing changed between our families but I'm still ashamed to talk to them..i just don't know why I'm feeling that way.

It's almost March now, and in the first week of April it's Arsheen's wedding. and I'm still stuck in her pre wedding mentally!

I kept the cake in the refrigerator to cool down and I've to wait another four hours to eat it.

I text Shazi for our dinner plans tonight, basically she's dragging me out.

I hear a car sound outside and i peek through the curtain to see who it is, I saw a glimpse of a black Mercedes they sell thousands of cars across the world..it might be the neighbours!

I indulged myself back in work, clearing the counter and washing the whisk, spatula and hundred and one items i pulled out.

As i was heading upstairs, I hear the door bell chim and checked the front door camera to look who it is, a man wearing a baseball cap, i can't see the face though!

I suspect it's Taheer.. but his hair isn't that long that's it's past the cap length, and plus he is wearing different clothes than a jeans and a basic black tshirt.

I wanted to ignore them, so they can think no one is home, but i don't want to be a rude!

I took a last glance at the screen, the watch on the wrist and the logo on the cap are screaming at me not to open the door.

But it's too late and i just froze in the frame, i feel the familiar burn behind my eyes I was too stunned to utter a word, and his eyes softened looking at me, with a small smile "Assalamualak-" i tried to shut the door at his face.

But he easily stopped it with his hand, "Hania listen to me!" He said and i just shook my head.

"Please!"

"Why are you here?" I don't care how uninterested my voice sounds, actually I want to be rude right now!

"Mai aapni mohabbat ka izhar karne aaya hoon!" He stood firm on his place, i looked at his face for the humour lurking behind but i can't find it.

I just laugh mockingly "Konsi mohabbat? Aur kisse?" I ask and he understood that I'm not willing to listen to his crap that he came to feed me.

"Mujhe pata hai jo bhi hua hai woh galat hua hai-"

"Bhad mai jao tum aur thumari izhar-e-mohabbat!" I close the door and collapsing on the ground muffling my cries by pressing a hand tightly on my mouth.