My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 27

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Dedicated to Farhat_Fatima

Love you 

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He was ready to bang the world.

Adjusting his shades he stepped out from under the modern glass entrance over hang that somehow meshed with the age of the building and its neighbors. He left the hotel to pick her.

One of his favorite task.

He reached the bustle and flow of traffic on Broadway. One day soon, he hoped to blend right in, but for now he still felt like a fraudulent Kuwaiti. 

The sensory input was astonishing. The smell of vehicle exhaust mixed with food from vendor carts, the shouts of hawkers blended with music from street entertainers, the awe-inspiring range of faces and styles and accents, the gorgeous architectural wonders.

And the cars...  

His second love we can say.

The frenetic flow of tightly packed cars was unlike anything he'd ever seen anywhere.  

There was always an ambulance, patrol car or fire engine trying to part the flood of yellow taxis with the electronic wail of ear-splitting sirens. He was in awe of the lumbering garbage trucks that navigated tiny one-way streets and the package delivery drivers who braved the bumper to bumper traffic while facing rigid deadlines.  

So he had to really work at playing it cool as he made his way over to the place.

She was already waiting for him and a stupid smile crept over his full lips.

Damn

She knew how to roll with those killer heels.

'Hi.', he could only manage this.

'Assalamoalaikum.', she said sternly while closing the door.

Her sweet smell and beaming face hit more than a few of his hot buttons but it was her inner beauty that made it sensational.

The ride was silent, a thick layer between them surging around.

Reaching back to the hotel he started the meeting right away coz he wanted to enjoy a prolonged lunch with her that he had already reserved for after talking with her on the phone.

Men kept bickering vacuous questions at her but she kept her composure.

He glanced at his father and told him to wrap it up with his eyes but his father nodded in to wait.

'I think its enough for today, we're getting late for our next meeting.', he dismissed everyone surfacing that petite frame out of misery.

He seemed contented at her elated sight.

But his contentment was short lived. It died as soon as he heard his father.

  'Are you busy today Zasha?', he asked with his slit eyes.

No no no stop it.

 'No I'm not.'

  'Fine then I'm inviting you for dinner tonight.' 

Shut up.

Anger surged through his spine bolting his hands into a fist, turning his knuckles into small white balls.

'Come with your brother we'll enjoy.'

Red. It was all red now.

They kept chatting not knowing what his insides were upto. His heated face contributing to the temperature.