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I was so happy when I got the flours. I put them in a vase.
I was thinking about the person who might've sent them.
Someone snapped me out of my thoughts.
I turned around and saw Waqas. He had a mischievous grin on his face.
"do you need anything?" I said trying to sound normal.
"No, but I guess you are not here, so you need something." He said, not changing his expression.
"Me? No, I don't need anything. I am fine." I said. He looked straight into my eyes like he was trying to read what I was thinking about a moment ago.
"Don't think too much about the one who sent you the flours. He might be in front of you." Now I was confused. But then... Of course he sent them. But why? I can't... No, no. There is no one else to send me flours.
"What are you thinking now?" Waqas said, not moving his eyes from mine.
I tried to look everywhere else but in these beautiful brown eyes.
"Um, I... I was just thinking about what you just said. And I'd like to say thanks." I said stammering.
"Wait? What? How did I say that? Ya Allah, where has my mind gone?" I said to myself.
I felt my cheeks getting red and I covered my face with my hands.
"Oh, someone got red." Waqas said and pulled my hands from my face.
"At least let me see the tomato face, please." He said teasingly.
"Oh no, what situation did you fall into, Fatima." I thought to myself. I wanted to run away, but I didn't.
"Well, well, I sent you the flours, is that what you just found out?" he said, winking at me.
"Um... I, don't know." I said, trying to put it together. But stupid me, always stammers in front of him.
"Waqas sat next to me on the bed, putting an arm around me.
"The next time, the ghost might be offended you don't say thanks." He teased me and pulled me closer, this time in a hug.
My heart started beating like crazy in my chest. I had the feeling it will burst out any moment.
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