Finding Love

Chapter 22

Something for a sweet change. Happy reading! I'd love to have your reviews!

KABIR

"Now, mind explaining.... this?" she threw her hand behind her shoulder, gesturing towards Saif and Noorie.

"That, Ayat... Kabir said that the two of them were in love.... Saif and Noorie...."

'He didn't just say that.' This guy, would get me killed one day. The last thing I wanted at the moment, was to face the wrath of a female. That was not something I was adept at handling.

Sighing, I prepared myself to answer the volley of questions that Ayat would lash at me. I looked up, expecting to catch her perplexed gaze staring down at me, waiting for me to answer her. But, what my eyes fell on, surprised me to no extent. Ayat's countenance remained just as taut and unfazed. Not a flicker of readable emotion streaked across her face. It was as if she had just metamorphosed into rock, in the blink of an eye. She stared at Aaqib, without batting an eyelid. Not a strand of her hair dared to move out of its place. She didn't seem surprised. Neither did she seem shocked. And her unflinching gaze continued to observe Aaqib, probably noting ever twitch of his muscles. Try as much, she just wasn't readable. Standing tall, staring a guy down so confidently, this girl was always so statuesque. And so far, she was the only one who I couldn't see through easily. Noorie was right. She's pretty interesting.

"Noorjahan Hayat."

Suddenly, she spoke up, but her eyes didn't lose their focus. They were still transfixed on Aaqib.

'Why would she address Noorie?' My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to place her action in all possible logical slots. I turned around, to look at Noorie. She was asleep. I turned back towards Ayat. She still had her back facing Noorie. She saw Noorie was asleep....? On Saif's shoulder.....? 'Wasn't that the reason why we were having this conversation here?'

"Noorjahan!" she called again, her voice, just a little louder. She carried with her the same authoritative aura that her father did. As I was lost in my trail of thoughts, I suddenly heard a sigh behind me. Whipping my head towards the couch, I saw Noorie, sitting upright, a good few inches away from Saif, who was still asleep. I felt my eyes widen in sudden confusion. I spun around to face Ayat, who didn't bother to even spare a glace my way.

"I'm sure there's your version of this," she paused, not a speck of thought visible in her eyes, and just as abruptly, she continued, "this, endeavour?"

'She's got some amusing choice of words. Twit. Endeavour...'

Ayat stepped just a little away from Aaqib, turning swiftly on her heel, as she stood facing Noorie.

'This is going to get messy,' I thought. I tried to barge into the conversation, once again. Only, I forgot just one small detail. I would be crunched between two sisters from the Shah family.

"Ayat –" before I could even say something more, I felt like the shower of rages burn down on me.

"Quiet, you twerp!" Two angered, irritated voices echoed in sync, and honestly, I fell back onto the couch, aghast. I didn't think, I would be faced with such a showdown of annoyance.

'And again, 'twerp.' Why God? Just why do I look like a twerp to them? Or even a twit? By the very looks, do I resemble a country jester or a fool?!' I rolled my eyes, as I looked back up to face them. I had my thoughts at the very tip of my tongue, but had to restrain myself, when two pairs of eyes danced my way, commanding me to stay away and keep silence.