FEAR OF FONDNESS

CHAPTER 64 ACCEPTANCE

Wassal POV:

She was still lying in bed for the last hour. I knew she was awake. Although her class was in the afternoon today but she was habitual of waking up with me, and even on the weekends, she had to wake up at eight am, even for just a while. But today? She didn't even let out a single cough since I woke up. As I glanced at my coat, resting on the bed corner, I scoffed, "Will no one help me today?" loud enough for her to hear. She didn't move an inch. I inhaled deeply. What else was I expecting?

But to my surprise, when I was about to slide my arm into its sleeve, I heard a rustling sound of fleece. On turning, the small figure of hers with muffled hair and a quiet bad mood was marching in my direction. I hoped this means we are on good terms. In a few seconds, she was standing in front of me with her right hand ahead. Her lips were pressed tightly, her seductive jawline was prominent with the intensity she clenched her teeth. But still, she looked beautiful!

I handed her the coat and turned to the opposite side. Trying very hard, I was masking my smile. As I slid my arms into the coat, she hissed, "That is NOT funny," pretty much irritated with my smile. Shoving my smile away, I turned with a serious expression. "What is not funny?" I inquired innocently. She stared at me with a dead serious expression, and I gulped, stealing a glance. I never saw her this serious, not even in the worst serious situations. She didn't utter a word in reply and was about to leave when I caught her wrist.  Trying to struggle away, she twisted her hand. "Leave my hand," she said sternly. To a high extent, it was strange she had never gone this angry.  "Leave my hand!" she said, trying to loosen my grip with her other hand. Her delicate fingers were prying my fingers off her wrist. Her teeth clenched, her breath fastened, and her nerves popping out, I noticed her expression becoming more and more frustrated as she couldn't free her wrist. My grip more string as she tried more. "Let me go!" she yelled sharply when she couldn't do so. 

I just stared back at her, not knowing what to say. "What's bothering you?" I asked straightly. Her golden orbs darted into mine, "Leave my hand," she demanded firmly. "Not until you tell me what's wrong," I retorted, not being bothered by the struggle. She inhaled sharply and was about to say something when a knock at the door interrupted us. 

"Not now!" I yelled, refusing to listen to anyone right now. Her eyes flinched, affected by my tone. "I_I am sorry, sir, but Sir Ali is asking about you, he said it's important," a trembling voice of staff came from behind the door. 

"Leave my hand," she marked as she knew I had to leave. 

With a single tug, I pulled her close to my chest. Darting my eyes into hers, "We will talk about this when I come back," I snapped. Shooting daggers at me, she replied, "There is nothing to talk about!". I took another step, closing the distance between us, "We'll see,". I marked and left for the office.

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I settled into the back seat as Dilawar closed the door behind me.
"You called me, Baba?" I asked, glancing at him.

He exhaled a thin stream of smoke. "Yes," he replied quietly, as always.
"Have you started the arrangements for the wedding?"

"Yes, most of it is already taken care of. I've asked Sania Api to finalize the dresses, decorations, and themes. Other than that, everything's done," I answered. 

"When are you leaving for Quetta?" he inquired, glancing at me. "Next Saturday, " I answered. he frowned, "You would go sooner, it's your sister's wedding, there would be a lot to do, plus you should spend more time with her,  she will be married in a few days..." he pointed. I did want to go before, but the project needed more supervision, especially when it comes to roofing.