Meri Duaa...

17

It's one am and I just submitted my assignment online. I haven't even proofread the chap but here it is /.\

Recap::

There was a fire at a hotel where Waqas went to meet Hussain. When he got stuck, Roop went in to find him. She ends up the hospital and Waqas fought with her for risking her life for him. Upon apologising, Roop tells him he needs to try harder.

ROOP's POV

"Roop!"

I swear this man is insane.

"Let me help you!" He banged on the door again and I threw the tube aside.

"I am fine!" I groaned and turned to see my reflection in the mirror. There is no way I could apply this ointment myself.

"Fine, suit yourself!" He banged on the door one last time and soon everything fell silent. Maybe I should ask for his help?

I sighed, annoyed, and sat on the edge of the bathtub. There is no way I am going to ask him to help me. The last thing I want is for him to see my burns because he is already so upset about them.

Besides, I am not talking to him.

Giving up, I washed my hands and went out. My eyes widened upon seeing pancakes and and juice set out neatly on the dining table. He is really making an effort!

And I was a tiny bit impressed.

However, ignoring, I went to the kitchen to make coffee for myself but Waqas was already there.

"Tea for the lady," he bowed in front of me with a tray in his hand but I walked past him. "I am here for some coffee."

"Woh bhi taiyaar hai!" He said quickly and kept the tray aside before picking up the coffee mug, "not as good as yours but, yeah!"

"I want cold coffee," I turned away from him and pulled out the coffee maker. He sighed behind me, making me think twice about this. Keeping the machine back, I turned around and folded my arms in front of my chest, "fine!"

"What fine?" He frowned, trying to act clueless. Can he stop acting cute because I am supposed to be mad.

"You need to stop playing tricks!" I pointed at him, accusingly, and went outside to sit on the dining table.

"I am not playing anything. I just made breakfast for us," he said as he came out of the kitchen and took his seat, "besides, you aren't that special."

"Thanks for letting me know," I nodded at him, smiling sarcastically, and he pulled out a book from under the table cloth. I frowned when he slid it towards me and picked it up.

"I am sorry for being an idiot!" I read out loud as I opened the book and turned to the next page and then a couple after that. The whole book was full of the same line, written- I don't know- how many times.

I looked up at Waqas and he scratched the back of his neck, "I wrote it a thousand times."

What? I raised an eyebrow at him; trying to make sense of it. This is what he did to let me know he really meant it this time?