Present.
"How long have you take to come back" Fatima exclaimed, as she rushed to hug me. "I missed you." I couldn't help but smile.
"I missed you too" We were just having a moment observing, each other. She got alot mature when we last met. Hell, it's been four years. She must be feeling same about me.
I started chirping, when dadu joined us, in the lounge. "I'll tell arisha to prepare breakfast. "
"It's fine, dadu. I'll tell her. You need to avoid moving. " her knee was getting worse.
Arisha was her maid, dadu lives alone here, and Arisha is here to take care of her. I have visited her many times, but I used to come for a few hours, and leave. It's the first time I'm staying for weeks.
Fatima was chirping was her, life with Arham, she got married with her college lover, two years ago. I do have a regret of missing her marriage.
"When are you going back? "
I took a bite of toast and tried to swallow it quickly. "Right after, Dadu's operation." she nodded her head , "Everything's fine, around you. In your life" she asked,concerned all of a sudden.
"I'm fine. Happy actually." I quickly, turned the topic, and started asking questions about her honey moon. She blushed and soon her mind diverted.
I didn't want to lie, but I don't wanna potray my feelings either. I just want a break and not want to remember my messed up life.
My mind was unable to recognise her words, Images of Izad and I in the party keep flashing back. The sudden urge to know about him rushed thorugh me. I cleared my throat as Fatima stopped talking and attended towards me. "You contacted anyone from college."
"Yea. I have talked to Rhea. She had a baby boy last year" I nodded and the list continued but there was no Izad. I felt like she was consciously avoiding his name.
"What about Izad." I asked, bluntly. Fatima accusingly looked at me. I shrugged my shoulder, he was a college mate and I was just asking.
"He's fine." she spat, hating on him or me. I can't put my finger on that.
"You shouldn't be asking about him. It's wrong. "
"I was asking about every one." I retroted. I couldn't believe it's just been an hour till I met my best friend, that too after years and we started arguing.
Although we let it go.
"Shopping?" I wasn't in a mood, but the excitement in her eyes didn't encourage me to refuse.
"I'll get ready. " I went to take a shower. I felt nice breathing here. It was nice, feeling freedom after soo many years.
Izad Shah.
The rice kept wobbling in my mouth, I wasn't hungry. Only if mom buys that. I took another bite and stood abruptly from the dinner table.
"Izad atleat finish your plate!" mom shouted.
"I said, I'm not hungry. " I yelled and slammed room's door. The one thing I hate is being forced, if I don't wanna eat, I'm isn't going to. End of topic.
I streched on the armchair in front of my balcony, pulled out guitar from the case and lightly pulled the strings. I learned it in teens. Still remember the long hair teacher, Mr Wattson, an immigrant from Milan. "Losen up your one hand and tightened the other. It'll produce deep sounds. " It was difficult at those times, but now I didn't need to put a concious effort, it naturally happens.
"Now, lighten the grip to produce soft sounds." I can still hear his voice at the back of my head.
I was the slowest to obliged in class, I remember other boys succeeded after a couple of tries, but for me took two days. Mr Wattson was a bit frustrated from me, Arhaan was good, he used to be the expert at any chord.
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The Indecent Proposal.
Romance"How are you sweety? " He asked. "He's here. " A wisper came. "where are you? " " locked. " "Where's mummy? " "With him" Izad Shah was always the infuriated and stubborn child, with a messed up past, still surviving a regretfull life, he aims...
