Orphic

Episode 13.

Zahan's pov.

It's been a few days since I heard of miss drama queen. I guess I really did cross the line this time. Few days without my midnight snacks and my favourite coffee, I really have started to get used to her barging in my room haven't I?, sure Ammi makes the same coffee but I don't know why it didn't taste as tasteful as hers.

I wasn't going to admit it but I missed her barging in my room or just interact with me on occasions.

Everytime I came across her she would frown in the most ugliest way possible or roll her eyes at me or worst scrutinize my whole being with such an intense and narrowed gaze that makes ants crawl over my skin.

Sighing I shook my head to shackle her thoughts away. I was about to shoot for Ammi to make me another coffee. I know I'm dead because this is what, my third cup.

"Ammi!"

"Tayi Ammi!" My head snapped towards the door from where her screetchy voice came from.

She stood in the doorway dressed in a white dress that reached her knees paired up with matching white trouser and red dupatta set on her shoulders.

Her ears adorned with big silver Afghani earrings, her black locks left open on her back, the silver bangles tinkled when she moved here hands.

Her green eyes lines with eyeliner looked sharp like that of a fox's. Pink covered her lips which she bit she settled her earring correctly.

"Yes Zah-. Zoya?" Ammi came in the living room wiping her hands with her dupatta. Her words halted as her eyes found Zoya standing in the doorway.

She looked up with a huge grin on her face, her eyes twinkled as she did a little dance and twirled around making me gulp thickly.

"How do I look?" She asked spreading her arms making her dupatta to make a cape around her while she kept moving side to side.

"Beautiful Mashallah" Ammi said going towards her and blowing on her. Maybe some Quranic verses.

She needs it. What?

"Are you going somewhere?" Ammi asked mirroring my movement of assessing her from head to toe. She looked gorgeous in this ethnic attire.

"Yes. It's Hadiya's sister's engagement." she said grinning. Happiness was all I saw on her face. Thank God for not showing me her sulking face, She looked adorable with blushing cheeks and a radiant smile and-

This is enough.

"Ohh mashallah she's a really lovely girl. May Allah bless her with happiness."

I can feel her burning wholes in my head but why? Is she still mad about that incident? Is she ever happy with me?

"Ameen, I was wondering where is maula bakhsh?" She asked. I'm trying so hard to focus on my work but that jingling of her bangles and earrings is getting in the way.

"He's gone out for the day his wife was not feeling well so he took her to the doctor" Ammi replied.

"Ohh.. Baba's not home neither is Ayan Bhai or Hamza. I can't take my bike since this dupatta is a risk on the bike and the roads are also slippery." She mumbled chewing on her bottom lip.

Why am I going in such detail?

"Haan tu no problem Zahan chor dega" Ammi said making my eyes to snap towards her, my grey eyes meeting her green ones. She rolled her eyes away from mine, for a moment I wanted her to look back at me, but she didn't.
(Oh no problem Zahan will drop you)