Till we meet again

Chapter 4

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“Serial killer?”
The man turned a little startled to look at the person addressing him. He had a file in his hand and his assistant was probably now setting the angle of the camera directed towards one of the historical building which was under the process of construction.
“Excuse me? Serial killer? Are you talking to me?” He had to squint his eyes to look at her in broad daylight.
“You don’t remember me? She blinked, “that’s what you told me about you.”
“And who are you?”
“I am the girl with the jeep that night, the one who caused the explosion of the generator at the wedding sight.” She spewed the words without a hint of embarrassment and he first frowned at her then a slight hint of recognition appeared in his eyes.
“Oh, the generator girl, you’re welcome.” Saying this he turned towards his assistant, putting an end to their conversation, telling him that he did not set the camera right. She took a few steps towards him seeing him not responding.
“Who are you?”
“A busy man.” He took the camera off the tripod without looking at her and placed it properly on it, “I think it’s alright now.” He talked to his assistant.
“You’re not a serial killer?” her tone carried a tint of disappointment. The assistant could barely hold his laughter under his fake coughs.
The man sighed before turning towards her,
“Go, have a chat with the labor and ask the manager about the details of construction and when it will be finished.” He said to his assistant who obediently went away and he started to step closer to her with his hands in the pockets of his jeans as she stepped back,
“Look generator..”
“My name is..” she cut him but couldn’t get to finish either.
“Whatever it is I don’t really care, I do serial killing as a part time job but I’m going to turn into one right now if you keep on getting on my nerves.” As he turned his back his steps came to a halt at her words.
“Can you marry me?” She said rubbing her hands because she didn’t know what was his reaction going to be.
He turned towards her with a jolt, his eyes wider than she had thought. Suddenly he threw his head back and laughed.
“I didn’t see that coming.” He removed his cap revealing his dark black wavy hair which he brushed away from his forehead with his hand to put his cap back on and moved a step closer to her.
“You’re quite amusing miss generator I must say, but you shouldn’t go around saying things like to this to strangers like me, they might be waiting to eat you alive.” At this she rubbed her neck inside her hood in nervousness.
“It’s okay if you can’t. Anyways the building over there has been under construction for seven months and a labor team of seventy men is working right now under the manager named Usman and it will probably be completed in probably four more months.” She touched her ear slightly and turned back to walk away while he looked at her going, in astonishment.
What was that? He thought.

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Hania was used to wandering over the streets sometimes going around on a bicycle and sometimes on Waheed’s jeep which she used to take without even telling him. Her father had never quite objected her going around roaming like this, neither she wanted to return home. She used to wander on the streets in supermarkets, museums and even the most abandoned and darkest places alone.
Waheed was someone that could be called an errand boy who worked for her father since seven years and he probably had his eyes on her ever since then but she could never get to like him back due to the way he used to approach her plus she didn’t like the activities he was involved in like drinking and gambling. Her father was probably unaware of all this.
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He entered the room and threw his bag on the floor with a bang and he himself dropped onto his bed. His mood was ruined. His boss had once again pissed him off with promoting another one of his colleagues to a higher post but his turn never came even after all the hard work he had been doing for the company. Farhan was an ordinary news reporter who had dreamt to become anything but ordinary.
He tucked his arms under his head crossing them and glanced over at the picture of Robert Fisk taped on the warped wall of his small hostel room. He was a famous British journalist who was an ideal personality for Farhan. He had always wished to become as famous as he was but the hurdles in his life always seems to be pushing him back with every tide instead of moving forward. After all these years of working at the National news company he was assigned to reporting constructions and weather conditions at various areas. He had always dreamt of being rich and wonfered how amazing would it be to own an island and a pricate jet etc. etc.
With a flash, a sentence appeared in his mind.
'Can you marry me?'
'Can?' why was it said this way, whoever she was he had to admit that she was really a strange girl.
He remebered the last time she had ruined his chance to get a story behind that marriage ceremony that was being conducted that night. Although only some selected journalists had been invited to the ceremony and it was not his place to be there but he had atleast a chance to impress his manager which was completely ruined because of that stupid girl who exploded the place.

He suddenly got up and started to search for a number in his mobile contact list, on reaching it he placed the phone to his ear. After a brief greeting he said,
"Look, I want you to get a background check for a person."

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Jawad had been busy all day and now when he was at the hospital cafeteria with his colleagues to have dinner his phone beeped.
He took it out from his pocket and looked at the picture he had received and he was not surprised by it. It was a picture of a young man smiling with his hands in his jeans.
The details under the picture were as follows:
Name: Farhan
Job: Reporter
Residence: Boys Hostel near a party cafe, green town.
He put the phone back into his pocket and took a sip of the orange juice.

He had finally found him...

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What am I going to do? I can't marry Waheed neither have I got someone else. So what's my plan going to me?
She sighed and threw her head in his hands. Her phone rang suddenly and she took it out to receive the call.

"Is this Hania?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"It's me, Jawad. Remember?"

"Oh yes, the doctor. How are you?" she felt at ease talking to someone she knew right now.

"I'm doing good and you?"

"Yes I'm fine Alhamdulillah."

"I actually had to to inform you that your bike has been completely fixed and It's new once again, so wanna meet up sometime?"

"Sure, when will it be okay for you?"

"Good, I'll text you the place and time."

Soon the call ended and she felt a sense of relief inside her.

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They were sitting a cafe that was almost midway between Jawad's workplace and Hania's home. She had received her bike already and now they were here.

"So what do you do Hania?" He was a decent looking man but she knew he wss quiet older than him.

She hesitated a little before answering.

"Umm..nothing in particular." Her voice was low enough to for him to lean in to listen to her. He frowned at this.

"So you still don't want to do anything?"

She looked at him sheepishly not able to gather any words to answer him.

"Hmm..I'll look into something that suits you. So how many sibling?"

"I'm the only one." she was getting nervous for no reason.

"Oh that must be fun then, getting everything for yourself without sharing." he sipped his coffe with smile.

Ask him.

"I wanted to ask you something." she let out her words.

"Sure." He leaned to hear what it was.

"Can you.."

Tha's exactly when her phone rang and she thanked the heavens to let her out of the awkwardness.

"Oh I'm getting a call from home, I should get going."

"Okay then, see you again." he flashed a smile as she stood up and walked away nervously.

So you're going to be Mrs. Waheed soon right. She scoffed at herself.

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He was walking on the footpath beside the road where he constantly felt someone following home. This had been going on since morning and everytime he came out of his home a strange man followed him. He tried to get a glimpse of him but he was wearing a mask so he couldn't tell. In order to dodge him he went around the other street and walked down the alley from where he saw her coming, this he recognized her instantly.
As they drifted she saw him and started to call him out but he gave her a sign to keep quiet and as he got closer to her, he pushed her in the same direction as her.

"Don't talk! and go right as this street ends and run as fast as you can and don't look back" he whispered in her ear as they walked beside each other.

"What..Why..?" she was thrilled at him talking like this.

"On the count of three 1 2 3..." and he pushed her slightly in right direction while he went in the left.

She ran as fast as she could.