Untill My Last Breath ✅

Chapter Two

   "Sorry, is this a bad time" kamal asked calmly over the phone

"Funny you'd ask" she said "considering i cant remember ever giving you my contact and asking you to call me, and seriously? twenty minutes past ten? Yeah Mr it is a bad time" clearly Amal was irritated.

"Oh" he said "I didn't know it was too late for you"

She wanted to explode
"Why are u calling me? and again who gave u my contact cause i'm sure I didn't?" She asked, she knew it had to be Samira, who else. Oh, she definitely was going kill her.

"I'm calling you because i want to and i took your number from Samira's phone" he replied easily "trust me she didn't know" he added.

She was speechless.

"Are u still there" she heard him say, she was still there but she had nothing to say to this man.

"What do you want" She mustered.

"You" there was no pretense in his voice
What impudence, what nerve! Amal thought.

"Goodnight" she said.

"Ok" he replied, he wouldn't push,

"And, Kamal?"

"Yes"

"Dont call me again" she warned and she hung up before he could say anything else.

She had hung up on him but it didn't matter, tomorrow was another day, he thought.

He was undoubtedly going to call her again. He wasn't done with her yet.

On the other side, Amal was confounded. Kamal was the last person on earth she ever thought will call. He had the audacity.
Now she despised him even more.
Well she wasn't going to stress over him, she had made herself clear to him, she had warned him and he better take her warning seriously to save them both embarrassment.
She was going to ask Samira to warn him again, she made note of that.

. . .
  For the next few weeks after the first day Kamal had call her, Amal had been burdened by his endless calls and lately even massages. He called her almost everyday. He was beginning to become one of her routines, a routine she hated as a matter of fact.

At first she thought not picking his calls was an option, she was wrong, it wasn't. He calls and calls, and calls until she decides to pick up. He didn't care if she was sleeping or in the bathroom, as long as she was breathing, she better pick up his calls.

Samira couldn't do anything about him, so basically she was on her own.
And also it wasn't that they had anything to talk about, at least she had nothing to tell him. Kamal always had lots to tell her, from what he eats to what he thought about the billboard on the expressway to what case he was currently working on, as if she cared a bit about all that. The cases were always interesting though, she thought.
But Kamal can drop dead for all she cared for, deep down her dark side, she wished he would be hit by a truck and die instantly, or..., oh, he shouldn't die instantly cause that will be easy, he would be hit by a truck and he'll have a ruptured spleen, broken ribs, fractured limbs and spinal cord and yeah a head trauma, and then he'll die after a twelve hour surgery, but he wont die of any of those injuries, no, he'll die of a blood clot that found its way to his heart which the doctors accidentally missed. Yeah, that's better. She smiled as she fantasized on the thought.

Amal had just finished her morning routine, she had a 9am lecture and if she didn't hurry, she wont make it in time, she thought as she scrubbed her body even faster now. She loved long showers but today she wont be having that luxury. Still she let the warm water poured a little bit longer on her as she rinsed.