A Little bit of Love

Chapter-10

"I don't get her."

I exclaimed, through a long sigh. My eyes fixated to the glass door infront of me whilst reclining on the couch.

"Get who?" Salman's muffled voice resounded against my ear, as he remarked over the bite he took of his lunch.

With another long sigh, I looked at him, only to turn away with another sigh and a shake of head.

First, I thought she was a pampered Daddy's girl. That impression easily worsened when I witnessed her quick temper and height of obstinacy. However—that's not where it stopped. Now, I have seen a new side to Hoor; she cries——a lot and very easily, too.

"Man. Women are hands down, the most complicated puzzle, ever created. I mean—a person can clear CSS but not figure out what goes in the making of a woman—" I remarked exasperated with a shake of head, before hunching over my lunch on the table.

I had finally decided to stop by at Salman's office, to return his and bhaabi's clothes that they had let us borrow and then on his insistence, stayed for lunch.

"You mean, Hoor? Why? What happened now?" He inquired distracted while changing the news channel on TV.

I watched the changing channels for a moment before shaking my head in defeat, as the image of her crying in my arms last night, flickered through the screens of my mind. I could never have expected this reaction from the Hoor, who was always one step away from stabbing me in the neck, at the first chance she got.

"Is bhaabi—her sister like that too?" I said instead, looking away from the TV screen to his face, that was still turned away from me. At my inquisition, he shot me a smirk and a sideway glance through the corner of his eyes.

"Nah man. We have a very good understanding. Haniya is—wait, nevermind. I think, I'll have to agree with you on this." He immediately changed his statement as if remembering something and had to shake his head to brush away the horrific memory.

I found myself snickering at this. On realising that I wasn't the only one at the receiving end of such treatment, I couldn't help but find comfort in the misery of a fellow warrior. It somehow made me feel better about the whole ordeal.

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I walked into the house to see the most unexpected sight. Hoor was in the kitchen—cooking. Never before had I ever seen her anywhere near it. After Jamil, I had got a female helper, who did all the cooking and cleaning.

"Did Aaya g not come today?" I asked to her back, at which she turned to me startled.

"Ah—She did." She responded in an unsettled way and gawked me through a surprised look on her face. I quirked an eyebrow at her, in hopes that she would elaborate the situation better, for me to comprehend it.

"I—felt like cooking—" Her voice trailed off towards the end, as she turned her gaze down with a gulp.

For a moment, I just stood there in my place, unsure but then decided to leave her to it.

"It's almost done—" I had turned to leave when she called out.

"That's alright. I have already had lunch. I won't be needing it." I remarked without stopping; making way towards my room. All the while, I couldn't help but agree with my prior statement.

As I said—women—complicated beings.

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Oh shoot.

I swore in my mind when I recalled about the dinner party tonight, that I am supposed to attend with Hoor. It completely escaped my mind somehow and now, if I tell her on such a short notice, I am sure that either she is gonna outright reject—or, maybe hang me to the ceiling.