The Remaining Story

《Chapter 13》

The next morning, Mala ushered the girls to the dining table for breakfast. Since Wardah and Shehzad had woken up late, breakfast was being laid at 11 am. Riya sat beside Wardah, "When is Dr Mehra coming to check your leg again?" she asked her.

"After three days," she replied looking at her friend who was meticulous applying butter on her bread. Her keen attention to a task at hand was what made her the most reputed lawyer in the city even though she barely graduated two years ago. Be it bread and butter or crime and murderer, she had the ability to dissect each situation to its minutest elements and then build it up from there.

"Are you okay here?" Riya asked passing the buttered bread to Wardah.

"C'mon Riya! This is the hundredth time you've asked me this question," Wardah rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I need to. Because I know you will overlook his misbehavior out of the inhuman goodness that you possess," she remarked and Wardah smiled affectionately at her friend's concern for her.

Just then, Shehzad entered the kitchen. "And 'his' in the above sentence refers to?" He asked arching his eyebrow.

"The arrogant and uncivilized man who was should be thanking his stars for hitting my friend and not someone else," Riya retorted, not looking up from her plate. Wardah looked in amusement at the two of them. Time for some morning entertainment, she thought to herself leaned back on her chair to enjoy their brawl.

"If you just rub off a teeny tiny bit of your goodness on her", he pointed at Riya with his butter knife, "humanity will thank you for as long as this witch lives", he spoke to Wardah in a cheeky tone.

"Humanity will thank me more if I eliminate harmful people like you who think fame and money can let them do anything and get away," Riya snapped angrily, cutting her omelette with the fierceness she wished to use in slicing Shehzad's head off.

Aarav walked into the kitchen to inform Shehzad about his schedule for the day only to find Riya's face red with anger and Shehzad enjoying his breakfast. Riya was murdering an omelette with her knife while Shehzad sported a smug look, clearly indicating that he had an upper hand at the moment. He spotted Wardah leaning back on her chair and watching the two in amusement. Dragging a chair next to Wardah, he sat down, "what's the score?" he asked her munching on a handful nuts.

"Riya: 2 Shehzad: 1", Wardah replied and took a few nuts from his hand.

"If I am as bad as you proclaim, you shouldn't be at my house eating eggs bought by my money", Shehzad spoke stressing on every 'my'.

"2 all", Wardah mummered loud enough for only Aarav to hear.

"I wouldn't be here if you would be sensible enough to not drive while you're drunk and hit MY friend", Riya stressed on 'my' harder than him.

"Well, she doesn't have any problem. You are just being desperate," Shehzad pointed out.

"Wardah, look at hi...", she looked at Wardah and stopped midway. Shehzad followed her gaze and saw Aarav and Wardah munching on nuts, she was holding out three fingers and so was Aarav.

"What are you doing?" Shehzad asked both of them.

"Counting scores," Aarav replied.

"3 all, the game's going strong. Anyone could win," Wardah chimed in.

"I dont pay you for munching nuts while I'm being roasted," Shehzad told Aarav in a stern voice which didn't have any effect on him.

"And I'm not fighting for you to have a free show," it was Riya's turn to scold Wardah.