Guys this chapter include few words of Roman urdu. So if you'll have difficulty in understanding those words do ask me. I'll translate it for you.
Happy reading!
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Kashaan
"Hello? I am here. Where are you? Open the door." I asked but I didn't got any reply. Instead, the doors got open with a click. I held the door knob and proceeded in. There was no light. Completely blacked out.
What the hell is this?
I was about to call again, but a sudden sound of song made me frown. I walked inside in search of voice. When I reached a little in, there were candles all around the room. The scented ones! The whole room was blooming with red roses and candles all over. And there was a cake in the middle of room. The wall behind the table had big ballons written, ' I LOVE YOU'. This all suffocated me! What the hell fuck is this? My... my mind stopped working over what is actually happening!
Suddenly someone from my back hugged me tightly. I actually got frightenned and turned back only to face HER! She was looking totally different today! My eyes roamed from her head to toe. Long black maxi dress which starts from her chest. Hair curled to a side with dark red lipstick and quite heavy eye makeup. A smile rested on her lips which wasn't looking good in any ways!
Removing her arms from my body, I maintained a good distance between us. I don't know why, my throat got dry and I couldn't form my next words. What would you have done in such situation?
"You came so late and yet you are standing so far from me. What happened?" She again took a step closer with her heels click on tiles making an echoed sound thought the hall.
"You came from some party?" I asked while still figuring out if she is okay or drunk?
"I did this all for.... okay let it be... I just wanted to tell you a story!" She smiled and went near the table. Adjusting the candles, she looked up with a smile. She doesn't seems to be drunk or having any kind of panic attacks.
"You said you aren't alright! You are having attacks? But you seems alright..." I still was rooted to my spot. I wasn't liking this feeling inside me... my breathing wasn't okay. I just couldn't figure out the situation for the very first time in my life.
"Relax sweetie! And listen to the story..." I bite my inner cheeks. I should be leaving now.
"I have to leave... Aima is alone at home. " I turned around when my arm was pulled back and I lost my balance and fell backwards. There was a sofa on which I fell. She was almost hovering over me. Her hair fallen a little forward, touching my cheeks. She smiled again, and her hand camr upwards with her finger tracing the path from my forehead till chin in ever so slowly pattern.
"Itna waqat usi k sath to guzar k aye ho... dil nahi bhara kia?" Her whispering was dangerous.
"Maha!!!" I pushed her back and stood up.
"Are you out of your mind! " she again held my arm in slight touch.
"One story... one story is all I am asking... just listen and then you are free to go..." she took the car keys from my hand and pushed me back on the sofa.
"Once upon a time... there was a handsome and the most charming person ever. " she moved a little back and raised the little curtain in front of me relieving MY portrait.
"...and there was a girl... who loved him silently. From far behind. Always was at his back but never really said anything. " I frowned at her story. Because this certainly doesn't seems to be a story!
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