Jamal and Nazra (Under Editing)

CHAPTER 9:

[Jamal's POV]
I sat on her bed. She was seated at the head of the bed curled up. I noticed her flawless beauty better with her hair up. What are you thinking Jamal...snap out of it.
"Why did you come here anyway," she said interrupting from my train of thought.
"Don't you know it is  courteous to be kind to your guests?"
"So now am a guest....how pathetic?"
"Don't test me."
"It's true, you first treat me like trash and now you want to be sweet. Cut the crap."
"I haven't said that and don't question me or else."
"If you're here to threaten me then you might as well leave."
She had so much courage.  She stood up to me even though she knew her life was at stake. I would have killed her but I found intriguing.
"I didn't come here to threaten you. I wanted to ask you.. what's your name?" I finally manage to speak up.
"What is it to you, why do you need to know my name? Is it essential to add to your long list of people you kill, huh?"
"Even when I try to be nice you have to anger me, what is with you?"
"Here we go again....if it bothers you so much....I am Nusra."
"You have a nice name."
"Don't expect me to be grateful for the compliment."
"I didn't tell you to be."
"I'm not."
"Why are you so stubborn, huh, I try to exercise patience with you but all you do is drive me to the edge."
"Tell me, O great sir, how am supposed to behave when the militia you run shot and killed all my family taking away my life and happiness, huh? TELL ME PLEASE!!!"
She broke down and there I honestly didn't know what to do. She curled up closer to the head of the bed. I sat at the bed corner in silence. Somewhere deep down I did feel guilt and responsible for her misfortune. I dared not show any sign of caving in to those feelings. I was supposed to be heartless.