'Trouble never looked so goddamn fine'
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She had blushed
Ayat Mirza Hassan had only made one crush her entire 17 years of life, that was Aman Ahmed, but he turned out to be class A playboy, she would feel excited when he came at their house, since he was her khala's son, he would flirt with her here and there, and that convinced her somehow that he was interested in her, for she didn't know, he flirted with every girl, and he knew he could easily have fun with his cousin because she was naïve, she thought, whatever that was, was love, until she met Maaz,
there was nothing mundane in the way he looked at her, or the way he said her name, or the way he held her eyes, nothing was mundane, and that's when she realized what she had with Maaz, she had ascended from mundane to something ethereal, all his dark talk was somewhere in a blur in her mind, she couldn't care less for it.
She knew infatuation could be a thing in her case, and she wanted to tell apart what she felt and if it was infatuation, but what they had was complex and worldly logic hardly defined it.
It had been three days since their last encounter, three days until she had heard his velvety voice ring in her ears, three days, until she had gotten lost in his eyes, three days since he had intoxicated her breath with the poison of his being, three days, since she had felt his heart beat erratic under her palm, three days, until he'd made her realize how every logic to defy him was bullshit, and she had believed it all against her better reason.
"I'd kneel before you,"
He hadn't contacted her since then, he hadn't approached her, she wondered what had happened, after everything he said and made her feel, he felt like a phantom in the wind.
"This grim reaper resembles Maaz's friend Shahzain," Haya laughed, as she sipped on her coke, lounging on Ayat's bed while they watched a horror movie. "Actually he is that rat that was going down the sewers moments ago, that shithead,"
Mirha physically groaned. "Can't we stop talking about Shahzain, "
"Until this goes away, I will keep talking about it alright," Haya replied referring to the bruise his unkind grasp had made on her hand, which was now turning purplish. "Did you know I had to lie to my mother than I fell down the stairs in college,"
"You really didn't have to tell him to shut up, what else did you expect from men like him?" Mirha replied.
"I wish he falls and gets a bolder bruise than this," Haya said.
"My ears are bleeding Haya, Shahzain, Shahzain, Shahzain," Mirha mimicked Haya. "You can't keep shut about Shahzain and Ayat won't tell us what Maaz said when he took her to the other room,"
"For the last time he didn't take advantage of me, nor did he force himself on me," Ayat piped in the conversation.
"What the hell did he say then?" Haya turned to her, the screams in the movie going kind of a blur, their own lives had turned into a horror movie.
"His usual stuff," Ayat shrugged her shoulders, her cheeks turning bright pink. "You are mine and all,"
"Even the dark can't hide your blush, Ayat Mirza Hassan you better spill your guts, or I will find the dagger like the one in the movie and force the words out of your mouth," Haya threatened.
"Shahzain's rubbing off on you," Mirha laughed. Haya squinted at her, mouthing a shut up to her.
"What do you want me to tell you?" She asked.
"The things he said to you when you were alone, don't keep the innocent waiting," Haya replied.
"I don't know what to tell you, just that even though he is growing on me, he is still a royal pain in the ass,"
This time for ghosting her. She felt agitated, and wanted to curse him alone for that, and hit him again. Dark thoughts. She shoved them away.
"Growing on you?" Mirha squealed.
"I don't know what to feel," Ayat sighed giving up, she had been tired playing everything in her mind on the loop trying to assess his words alongside her feelings, but all she could feel for him for the time being was anger and frustration.
"Honestly except that he is a little intense, I don't think there is anything to be afraid of and no matter how much it pains to admit me, at least he is better than that grimy Aman,"
But there was something to be afraid of, the allure of darkness in his life, the gun he carried with him all the time, the things he did behind the veil, there was a lot to be afraid of but her friends didn't know that and for one moment she wanted to shove those things away and wanted to live in the fairytale this entire thing was shaping itself into, in some twisted way, in some part of her brain, she realized how a man obsessed with her was her only taste in men.
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The crescent hanging above the sky and the twinkling stars, except for the short girl's slightly melancholic heart and her frail pearly skin freezing in the October wind. Her little nose red and her cheeks blossomed with a slightly richer shade.
She took a deep breath and closed the doors to her balcony. This night wasn't coming to end, it was 2 in the morning, she had been awake for the half of it, tossing and turning in her bed for sleep to come, but to no avail, she settled with a romantic novel and a hot cup of coffee since she had established that nothing is going to put her to sleep and so she could avoid the drowsiness instead.
She was halfway through the novel and the night as the clock ticked 3 and so did her phone blinked with a caller ID, although she had almost guessed who it could be at this ungodly hour, she still asked.
"Who is this?"
"What are you doing up so late, little dove,"
He had been exhausted, solving the mysteries of his life and working day and night to solve his agitation did a number on him. He couldn't think straight, his temper kept flaring, and his eyes kept seeking solace but he knew he couldn't find any if he wasn't looking at his little dove, only she had the magic to turn his boiling blood into calming oceans.
A surge of energy flared when his nickname for her confirmed it was indeed the man who had stolen her sleep, ever since she had met him she had developed quiet the temper, and looking at him or talking to him aggravated it some more. She didn't mind answering his question but posed one of her own.
"What do you want at this hour?" She asked pulling up all her I don't give a shit tone, so what if he didn't contact her for three days, she couldn't act like a simp.
"To hear your voice," He replied, her stomach did a somersault, a gnawing feeling churned her stomach to the put she had to put a hand on it, to get a grip on her traitorous body. "And to see your face,"
He told her, his muscles were aching, and his eyes were heavy, but he knew sleep wouldn't find him as it didn't for so many days, but he never got the time to call her, or to see her. The time he had spent secretly stalking her, seemed like a joke to him, it was because he hadn't had the taste of interacting with her, that he didn't know it would be worse than drugs, he couldn't keep away for long.
"Don't come climbing through my balcony," She warned him. "I have it locked,"
"You don't think that two rustic locks are able to keep me from you, do you little dove?" He chuckled, his voice reached to the pit of her stomach.
"You are so full of yourself," Ayat spat. "My locks aren't rustic,"
"Get your locks changed, I don't like my things unprotected," He spoke, it took him one moment to transform from lover boy to shit boy, aggravating her once again.
"You don't own me," She said.
"You don't want me to come down and prove it to you little dove?" The warning in his tone reminded of how much he had intruded her that day in his house, with his eyes alone.
"What is this huh? You come one day and act like you own and then disappear for the rest," The pent of anger surfaced her tone now, he smiled sheepishly into the phone, his chest raising in pride knowing his absence was affecting her.
"Do you miss me, little dove? Although the climb to your balcony would be painful I'd still come to ease your nerves, my love," He spoke, her heart rate climbed to a dangerous level, but the little detail caught her brain.
"Painful why? Are you hurt?" She asked, she couldn't cease the incoming concern for his being.
"Do you care about me little dove? Does it concern you that my body has a million bruises right now, or my back is sliced ?" He told her, her heart sank.
"Who did this to you?"
"No one does anything to me, until I allow them to," He replied.
"So you allow people to hurt you and put bruises on you?" Every time she thought she knew him, she discovered something strange about him.
"I am building endurance, in my world weakness isn't an option, my enemies come for me and the things I love faster than lightening, and I have to be better than them," His tone had turned sour, but it wasn't directed at her, it was directed at the sorrows of his life, he would built himself to endure anything if it meant he'd be a shield for her. Damn, he'd let a bullet slice his heart if it meant she got to keep her breath, he couldn't be weak if he wanted to bring her in his life, he couldn't keep her unprotected.
"You keep a gun, you talk about darkness, you are intense, you are unpredictable, shouldn't I be afraid of you?" She asked, trying to find rationality in her brain that he had turned into a jumble.
"You should be frightened," He said, his voice going down. "From what consumes me when you aren't around,"
She knew whatever darkness he talked about, she was his beacon, he had made that clear, she might not be able to understand that, but she knew it very well, but she wondered, what did consume him when she wasn't around.
"Your enemies, would they hurt me?" She let the ruse of bravery fall for once, and hand out her fears to the devil himself.
"I wouldn't let them hurt you," He spoke, he'd be her barricade, in the world of storms he'd keep her safe. She knew he meant it, people might think she was delusional, but this man had protected her before, and that alone was enough confirmation.
"Why do you want to protect me?" She asked, she also wanted to ask, why was he obsessed with her, she hadn't asked him this question because she was too tangled in feeling anger for him.
"You're my holy grail, you heal me from places, I didn't know I was damaged," He replied.
"How are you able to say those things?" She asked.
"How are you able to make me feel those things?" He asked, a fire spread beneath her skin, a blush swept across her cheeks, and her skin tingled with anticipation, what was happening? She didn't know what he was making her feel?
"I...I don't know," She had stuttered for the first time talking to him.
"Did I make you blush little dove?" He asked, wondering what she would be looking like, confused and blushing, as she always was when she was around him, also the quiet agitation that always made her eye brows furrow.
"I am feeling sleepy," She spoke, "Can I cut the call?"
He smirked knowing why she was asking for his permission, he had invaded her room, and so many other things when she'd last disobeyed. "Yes, and sleep well,"
She didn't think she could sleep at all after this, but he knew now that he'd heard her, he could sleep well after three long days.
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Greetings Fellas!
Update after a long time, I know, but I was majorly busy and couldn't find a single second to edit my drafts.
But, here we are with another chapter, and I will try to update tomorrow with an exciting chapter as well! so keep posted guys. Also, I have a test tomorrow so pray for me.
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