'not all storms come to disrupt your life, some come to clear your path'
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Something of hers
"What in the friggin Fudge cake?" Ayat knocked her head on a hard chest. A paper fell to the ground like a feather.
"What's next? Holy guacamole?" Maaz's brown eyes beseeched her. She looked above her apprehending the over compensation for a little ram. "Curse right, or don't curse,"
"Or don't take advice from strangers," Ayat mocked him and removed his arms from her waist.
"I am sure. I am no stranger to you," His senses flocked upon his menacing insight. His furlong and patriarch sighting and fumbling upon her confused and nettled big black eyes.
"Don't mince my brain so early in the morning. You don't realize but it is a tedious chore to bear you everyday," She mentally assaulted her tardiness and bent down to pick up the paper. His eyes lazily darted over her back. From her neck till the base of her spine.
"You have gotten thin," He remarked. She smelled annoyance and waste of time, energy and speech ahead. But what's life without low efficiency.
"So you are my nutritionist now? Mind your own business Mr. Chairman, and here,"
She handed him the paper in her hands. "This is your job, handling the business that goes around the hospital, this is an application requesting an extra ward for the patients, please for the sake of your never ending ego and broodiness make it happen. Also don't reject the request because I made it, it is a mutual one,"
She passed him by and then turned around. The smugness prolonged its stay on his handsome face. She walked towards him.
"I see what you are doing? Mind it this time I won't take it easy,"
Like she ever did. Like she had ever not insulted his guts. Who's making the stats here?
"Feel free to do whatever, and if something fun comes up in that little plotting head of yours, feel free to knock on my door. I am always available," He smiled. It wasn't hard for him to yield on the sentence. She frowned and left the private floor.
Fun. No fun she was thinking of. Haya was on leave today. She had to attend a family function tonight. Mirha stuck around Ayat helping her with work. Pile of files, making patient files and making sure patients are doing well in the suffocated wards referring the need for a spare one. The clock now ticked 6 in the evening. The evening glow encompassed the busy surroundings of the hospital.
Ayat threw the surgery gloves in the dustbin and walked out of the OT. She sat on a seat closing her eyes for a bit. She had been standing for two hours straight, learning a surgery technique from her seniors.
"I have something for you," Mirha announced.
Ayat's eyes snapped open when Mirha put an invitation in her hands. "What's this?"
Don't let it be their wedding card. Not yet. Ayat mentally prayed.
"It's a party invitation. Maaz is inviting the whole hospital staff, a welcome to the new era for the hospital, after all our hospital is one of the best, and I am sure Maaz bhai would do anything to improve it,"
"Optimism's a bitch," Ayat tore the card already signing the answer to the poor invitation. She was sure that he'd reject the application anyways. Perhaps, not look at it twice. Mirha had noticed that Ayat had gotten desolate and distant after the distaste of the break up.
"Come on Ayat, you know how much I wanted to go to an elite party like this, it's in a farmhouse, I heard it even has a huge pool, freaking bars and god knows how many cuisines from around the world, I am least excited about the bars, but if you won't go I wont either," Mirha tried to convince her anyways.
"I feel like I am speaking to Haya, you talk rationally and I don't see anything rational in this party, It could very well be a trap in the name of party,"
"Life's a risk, see how Ali...and it turned out well," Her speech dragged longer than intended.
"You really love him don't you?" Ayat asked giving her a total opposite response than what she expected. Ayat had made them enemies for snatching her happiness, it wasn't so easy to look at Mirha and Ali each day and purge out the memory and it's treachery along, but now, now that she had looked in those chocolate hues again. She realized. She didn't love him.
"You don't need to feel guilty. I didn't really love him, and you both deserve true love, more than just replacement," She voiced out her thoughts after a ample amount of while.
Mirha was startled. She had believed that Ayat was growing to hate her. It was a huge relief to see her recover, as if from a chronic disease.
Ayat spread out her hand and hugged Mirha, Mirha crushed her bones and they laughed. Their hugs were like this, full of love and strength.
"You know what? Your true love may be a sakh launda but he won't eat you," (Tough man)
"But I'd eat him," Ayat snorted suddenly turning sour. Lately she had only become a mass of twisted nerves and freaking awesome comebacks. At least for her they were savage.
"He'd be into that," Mirha muffled a laugh. Ayat's eyes went all out like saucers. When Mirha was in mood her sense of humor could get more rusty than Haya's.
He would really be into Ayat eating...
"I'd be into that," A husky low voice made her sit up straight.
Ayat's cheeks turned crimson. A provocative sight indeed. Maaz thought. He looked like he had it for the day, his coat hung in his arms. She didn't understand why he didn't close the top buttons of his shirt. He should just tear them away when they are useless. His sunglasses in his other hand.
"I was heading out,"
"Since when did we care when you check in and out of here?" Ayat awkwardly grunts.
"You didn't but I wanted to ask about this torn invitation," He practically snatched the paper from her hand. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. "You are such a violent acceptor. Be there at 8:00, I will be eagerly waiting for your arrival,"
"Did he just order me? Manipulate my action?!" Ayat whisper yelled looking at Mirha who nodded her head like a mortified puppet. He gave everything in hefty amounts from love till orders.
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Magical enough. Her eyes couldn't believe it. He had parceled in a ravishing dress. She was super embarrassed when Arsalan gave her the parcel accompanied with some possessive older brother look. She didn't know what to do. She immediately locked the door and sat on the bed with the parcel, she tore away the delicate wrapping paper and a bow above. He must have had it done from a shop, he wouldn't do all this sweet boy stuff. She idyllically observed the thin and intricate embroidery on the bodice of the frock.
"A little gift from the Janwar,"
A card read. Now this must be his piece of mind there.
Gifts. Since when did she started accepting and wearing gifts from him. Since when did he gift her things. It was the first time for this benevolent gesture. How humble and pure of him.
You're going to severely burn in the holocaust of my abhorrence.
She recalled his words. There could very well be acid and poison on the dress what'd cause her skin to burn and bruise. His mighty revenge...
A little text at the end of the card she didn't notice first took her attention now.
"Don't even think of not coming, because if you don't I'll come to pick you up myself and you know just how not sweet I can be"
Of course. what was she even expecting. It was Maaz. The Maaz. The tormentor. She went in the shower, relaxing her tired muscles. Life didn't need to be so unpredictable. She hated unpredictable. Just as she had finally dinged to the rhythm of sadness and made peace with Maaz never returning. He did. Of course there was a time when she kept the feelings for him hidden in a little Chester in the deepest corners of her heart. But now? She didn't know very well. Things hadn't entirely changed. Her fear was similar. Before it was directed to what his enemies could do to her, now what he could do to her. None pleasant.
Coming out. Again the dubiety to wear the dress or not occupied her. To avoid further trouble she decided to wear it.
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"I told you to not tell my fucking address to her,"
Danial shrugged his shoulders. "She's a persuasive women and right on the door, we can't keep her outside, she has no where to go,"
"Stop sympathizing. She can rot in the cold if she wants. Before leaving I made it clear to her to not chase me here then what in this whole sentence did she not get, also Hotels are always available"
They heard the door banging distantly. Maaz cursed under his breath.
"Fine," He finally agreed. "But tell her to mind her own business and fly away on the first flight she finds,"
Danial sighed as he opened the door.
"How inhumane can you men get? Keeping a lady waiting outside for so long isn't a gentlemen move to pull," Her voice could make one's ear bleed.
"You walked in a mob boss's property not some sick adoption center that we'd care," Danial frowned, irritated as always.
"I am not talking to you, fucker boy, where is my baby?"
"You don't have one? Sure you're on pills," Danial goofily joked.
"So funny," She looked behind Danial's broad frame. She couldn't get a look as he blocked her view completely aware. This women annoyed him, he ought to return the favors back.
"Maaz!" She cried.
"If you want him to strangle you then keep shouting," Danial warned.
"Why didn't he pick my phone up? And all of a sudden to this hideous place. Ugh. Get out of my way..." She pushed Danial. Danial smirked lazily leaning over the chair watching her move further into the house, excited seeing what was about to happen next.
"Maaz , baby. Where are you? Baby see I came for you?" Jess shouted her mini purse delicately hanging on her arm, her small dress was provocative, her lipstick almost falling off her lips, did she really wanted to get laid so bad.
"Baby..."
Maaz was on the call with someone. "If Ayat doesn't comes tonight you know what to do,"
A smile adorned his face. His calm composure. How he was dressed in black Asian attire, a black Shalwar kamez, made him look ten times hotter, a gold watch in his right hand that held his phone on which he was talking. He was total buffet tonight but what made it unbearable for jess was the name. She loathed that name. Every time they were doing something together he'd have to say that name once.
"So you came here for that bitch?" Jess spoke mindlessly. Sometimes Maaz wondered why he didn't strangle her to death and throw her in a well. He hung the call and looked at her.
"So this is what made you leave our heaven and come here? You cheater...I will kill that bitch, Aya..."
Maaz held her throat and pushed her into the wall. "I am not your husband or boyfriend, nor will I ever be so stop acting like my fucking wife,"
Jess could barely speak, barely breath. Maaz slowly loosened his grip on her throat.
"Dearie me, I don't know why but this attitude of yours just gets to me, if it were someone else I'd hate the violence but with you I just can't help but get attracted more," Jess bit her lip tears still in her eyes. She held his collar and pulled him towards herself.
He was dumbfounded and annoyed. He didn't know what took him that he came closer to Jess, but it was the moment that he closed his eyes Ayah's nettled black orbs flashed his memory and in a minute he pushed her back and ran upstairs towards his room without wasting a second in Jess's presence.
He hadn't felt averted when he spent time with Jess, but now that he was here, now that she was near, he couldn't do it. Couldn't do anything. Like she was dictating his body and mind again. He still remembered last time he allowed Ayat to take him over what happened. He wouldn't let it happen again. He promised his dad when he put the last of mud on his grave. He promised his father that he'd compensate for the loss of time, but he chose her again and again breaking all his promises.
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"Thanks for choosing to come" Mirha squeaked as they entered the place. It wouldn't be more than a palace. Like they had entered the ball room from Cinderella, and the prince charming was already standing on the base of stairs laden in a black dress shirt, like always his top buttons undone, giving a peak to his chest and his sleeves folded giving an insight to his forearms. Strong and promising. He held a glass of drink in his hands talking to two men.
"It's okay," Ayat replied her throat drying out from the sight in front. Mirha amusedly looked at Ayat who seemed to be deeply immersed in the view. Mirha nudged her and laughed.
"What?" Ayat was caught off guard, she turned red deeply embarrassed about gazing him although she claimed to hate. Hate him. Not even dislike. Can't your enemies be hot? No rule she had ever heard of.
"I think you are more than just okay coming here," Mirha sanctioned across the place. A few men were sitting in the far corners with ash trays and cigars in hand. A few elite women standing and chattering. Ayat didn't feel intimidated. Damn she bet she wasn't only but sweating in the place. No one seemed approachable, for the cherry on top, she knew they all would be dangerous and incredibly powerful. Diced and top notch people, escorted by guards entered the place. Lucky them most of the hospital staff who weren't on duty decided to come. It was the moment he looked at her and their eyes met. He invaded her comfortable space. And just as he came forward she knew it was a huge mistake.
"Amara's there, let's go," Mirha proposed.
"I am coming in a second," Ayat said. Mirha nodded and left. Ayat walked further inside, not less like a princess herself. A flow-y sky blue short frock with secret pants , her hair in a perfectly hanging on her back with lose curls and a dupatta on her shoulders. She looked like an angel.
Maaz couldn't help but repeat the curse "What in the friggin fudgecake?"
"Wait what?" Danial laughed. Maaz self-consciously corrected his posture; he could bet his jaw had dropped for a second. Even though she was completely covered in a pile of clothes she still managed to look a bomb.
Maaz dismissed the men he was talking to and walked towards her. His steps were huge and fast paced. The clock seemed to stop, the old memories forgotten, a magical aura replacing the former one. Just them in middle of the room with nothing to interrupt them. Only them in the world looking into each other's eyes. Drowning and swimming in one another's eyes. It was real. Like sparks and butterflies around them. All too real to be true.
"Baby,"
A woman cooed at him. He blinked twice, then again like a puppet kept blinking obliviously. Ayat laughed. She had sulked for three months after the breakup, she couldn't be sad now.
"It's the women behind you," She informed. His eyes furrowed. He had been captivated real bad that he had started to ignore the facts and fallen into delusions.
He looked back and suddenly the little hint of smile turned into a frown. It was the devil's pawn herself. Who let her out of the room?
"You thought you could tie me in the room and I won't find a way back to you?" Jess said seemingly disappointed.
"I told you to stay..."
"In the room," Jess sighed clutching his arm, like he belonged to her. He ain't no freaking furniture. "You know I only like rooms at night, especially when..."
Ayat cleared her throat. Admittedly less engaged in ogling her enemy now.
Jess lazily examined Ayat not an ounce affected or threatened by her. For her Ayat was only mediocre. Jess had experienced Maaz with far more beautiful girl and he still didn't give them the time of the day what was this little prick in front of all those beauties and her own self? It was only that Ayat, she hated to the guts. She was the only one woman Maaz had paid heed and talked about. As long as it wasn't...
"Ayat," She smiled and stuck a hand out for Jess to shake. Jess couldn't believe her eyes. Her almond shaped goddess like eyes. Her beautiful orbs couldn't believe it. This was Ayat, the Ayat who even though wasn't physically ever present, did still manage to come between Jess and Maaz. A sudden hatred overpowered the tall tanned women. Jess turned her face away leaving Ayah's hand hanging in the air. Maaz grabbed her delicate hand and gave a kiss on the knuckles.
"Welcome," He smiled. What...
"To hell," He completed his sentence. The first trial and punishment was already in front of her like a diva standing up tall beside Maaz clutching his arm. Life wasn't DDLG, but it felt like she was Simran and she had missed the train, like someone else had claimed something of hers.