'One pure moment holds the power to create infinite love'
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None of their existences
"Let me do it for you," He said raking his hand through his hair. He had done it in an ample amount of times that his hair seemed disheveled.
"A sorry would be nice," Ayat nettled. She moaned in pain as she applied the antibiotic on the wound before cleaning it. She stopped crying. Obviously, not like it was going to make it any better.
"Ayat you seem in pain. I am turning back," Maaz said. "I'll help you or you'll worsen the wounds,"
Ayat clucked her tongue in panic. "Don't you dare look back. I only let you stay because of your stubbornness but you aren't turning around to witness my half clothed state, and I am the doctor here,"
"Whatever. Are you done?" He spoke coherently.
"How will I get magically clothed? The dress is torn and clothes don't make from air, unless you want me to make a saree out of the dupatta, which by the way won't help, or I could walk out again the same,"
"Can't you speak like normal people?" Maaz said. "Just ask away that you want clothes, I will bring it to you, and don't even think about going out like that, I will gauge their eyes out if you do,"
"Can't you behave like a normal person? And how the hell do you have female clothes, unless you have a wardrobe set for your prostitutes,"
"Prostitute. Singular," Maaz mentioned. He didn't need to be that honest. It was unnecessary. "Jess left her clothes around in the closet. I only have those,"
"I won't wear her clothes," She spoke clearly. Her demand shouldn't be left unattended. It needed to be fulfilled. First her clothes would be extremely slutty. As far as she had witnessed. And she won't even think about getting into clothes she had once worn.
"What would you wear then? Shoppers?" She sure was testing his nerves, he quelled his anger down a bit and listened to her calmly.
"It happened at your house, due to your women or whatever you call her so you must have a refund?" Ayat asked. "And not from that women's clothes. I hate her guts,"
"Why? Because she sleeps with me?" Maaz's tone seemed amused.
"No," Ayat determined. "Because she tore my dress, evidently"
"You mean the dress I gave you,"
"What do you want me to do? Take it off because you gave it? Not like I begged you to give a gift" Ayat spoke. "I shouldn't have worn it in the first place, also it was bad quality and a bad omen, hence easy to tear,"
"Now you'll mock me because I gifted you a dress, which by the way is a 'designer dress' and good quality, the best apparently, and only because your highness can't keep in her hate for me?"
"Stop boasting about your wealth. Your Richey rich charms don't work on me,"
"You know what? It's good the dress is torn else you'd have it to bewitch more men out there, which wasn't the reason why I gave it to you," Maaz said and walked out the room probably to get clothes. She wondered about his statement but then her chained thoughts broke. Just when she was getting onto something. Like snap streaks. It's painful when they break.
Her phone was going crazy with text messages. Mostly 'sorries' because they couldn't fight Maaz to stop Ayat from going with him. Apparently Maaz needed time alone with Ayat and take 'care' of her. As if.
She must have made better friends. Probably friends in military to fight a mob boss. Nobody could have good enough friends to greatly mess with Maaz. Haya did curse around here and there but nothing that helped.
'It's okay' Ayat typed. She understood they were helpless and so was she. The door clicked open.
"Close your eyes," She said frantically wrapping her dupatta on her front.
"My eyes are closed. If you open your eyes maybe you'll see," Maaz entered. True. His eyes were closed as he stumbled upon a couch and then handed her the clothes before turning back again. She took her mighty time to ogle over his back muscles. She shifted her attention back to mission 'Get clothed'. He could make a decent subject for project 'distraction'.
"Will you leave now?" She asked hesitantly.
"You can change. I am not looking,"
Her eyes widened. "Good joke. I am not changing with you looming over my head like this. Just leave,"
"I said I wasn't looking. What part don't you get? If I wanted to abuse you I would have done it a long time ago, I had plenty of moments,"
"Well are you guaranteeing that you won't turn around and kiss my neck again?" She muttered under her breath, he wasn't meant to hear that.
Maaz muffled a laugh. "Yeah. I heard that. And that was a mistake. So don't hype yourself up and expect more of those,"
"I never said what you heard," She mentioned confidently opening the clothes from the folding. She won't wear this. She wasn't in a TV shows where the heroine could only find the clothes of men and then look extra sexy in it. She wouldn't walk out of this room in a oversized T shirt and sweatpants, and 'grey'. Not a chance. She won't wear this absurdity, also she'd have to sneak in her home secretly, which is impossible at where she resides.
"What is this?" She shouted.
"Stop shouting. I am here and I can hear. What else do you want me to do? There are no malls open at this hour to buy you clothes. You refused to wear Jess's clothes, also they were too revealing for you, and as you said, clothes don't make themselves in air. So all that's left is my clothes,"
"Don't Danial and Shahzain live with you as well?" Ayat wanted to mess with him only to check the validity of his care. And how bruised his ego would get if she'd ask to wear his best friends clothes instead of his. "I can wear their clothes as well, especially Danial. I think he is so hot,"
"I know what you are doing. Quit trying and wear my clothes or I will turn around. Just because I am being nice doesn't mean it'll stick,"
Bruised ego talk? Check.
Ayat rolled her eyes and then started to hesitantly change. "Just don't look back. Okay?"
"Whatever," Maaz mumbled.
"I mean it," Ayat snapped and then hurried. At first she wore the sleeves the wrong way and then the shirt upside down. That's exactly what happens when you are angry and hurrying all at once. After a couple of failed attempts, she did get in extra long and huge clothes.
"You can turn back," She said. Maaz didn't knew he'd find it that...that. His chest went up and down four times. As if he couldn't get his share of oxygen from the environment. He scratched his beard then.
"You can close your mouth, I am not naked," She mocked him. "Not anymore at least,"
He closed his mouth and maintained his composure. like a tough man. Like he didn't just melt away after seeing her cocooned in his clothes. Almost as if he was wrapped around her. That is how close he'd get to her with the given circumstances.
"I know what you are thinking and I think it's cringe worthy, it doesn't have your smell. It smells like detergent, pure detergent," She said and made a ball out of the clothes that she removed. He noticed her doing her thing. A smirk appearing on his pogonophilic face.
"You don't fold your clothes, do you?" Maaz asked amusedly. She gave a stiff smile. Ironic one. Why'd he care?
"I don't, so what are you going to do? Stop acting like a saas from starplus," Ayat mentioned. "Or mom,"
"What about their heroes. Hot and handsome aren't they?" He said putting his hands in his pockets.
"If you thought, it'd make you cool, it didn't. They only make appearances to romance with their wives and potential lovers or take care of the family business. Not like they care about their wives who go through shit in their house all morning," Ayat seemed very frustrated about star plus heroes. "Pathetic idiots,"
"I better stick to being the saas, except that I won't be trying to spill oil on the stairs while you are carrying a child," He said. "Or trying to kidnap you,"
"Why do you think you will even be there when I am carrying a child? I won't make you god father of the child. It is going to be Ahsan Bhai. It is already decided, you're late,"
"Ahsan can be the godfather. I'd like to take the 'Father' title better," He said casually. She squinted her eyes in pure horror. He wasn't serious was he. He wasn't laughing anymore though.
"You are such a jackass and irrelevant," Ayat said. "And didn't you hate me?"
"Scratch that. Loving you is way more fun. Isn't it? Princess," He looked at her intensely. The intense look he used to give when she was in college. To scare her off, or probably love her. Who was to tell Maaz that reverse love doesn't work.
"You are being so off charts right now. Leave my way I have to go home," She said. 'Fun' that's all she had been for him. All this time. Weather he'd hate her or love her. He'd do it for the sake of fun.
"Who told you that you're leaving," He blocked her way. She rolled her eyes.
"I need to go home. It is late,"
Maaz made his way towards her. Not again.
"Maaz. You will stay away from me, and it's 1 am already," Ayat warned stumbling back on the bed set.
"Exactly! It is just 1 am and the malls are open at this hour. You are such a malicious man!"
"I didn't told you to be stupid enough to believe me,"
"It's your clothes that I wore which dropped my IQ a few degrees down,"
"You had the break through after you wore my clothes,"
"The clothes I was wearing earlier were also the ones you gave me,"
Maaz didn't reply and simply took out his phone from his pocket and started going through something and then sat beside her.
"Get up," Maaz asked. "I am not doing any hanky panky business,"
"Where'd you learn the term from?" Ayat giggled sitting up straight.
"I heard someone say it," He answered. He was sitting close to her which made his scent going up her nostrils an easy task. His scent of iron and mist.
"Probably some 12 year old teenager," Ayat mentioned leisurely putting leg on leg. Confidently peeking in his mobile.
"Duly noted. Who cares? but if you're asking me to be so straight forward. I am not having..."
She covered his mouth. He examined her face and then her hands that rested right on his lips.
"I understand,"
She retreated her hand, sobering up. It could cause extensive damage. Just a mere touch can cause a havoc of butterflies inside her. He took his sweet time before he went back to his phone. He went in his gallery skipping through a bundle of folders. Which were all locked by the way, he rushed to open one picture.
"Do you know this women?" He asked. It was a women. Obviously. Beautiful and cute. With dark black eyes. Familiar and in her 30's, hardly though. She looked like an angel and then it struck the poor soul. What if it's Maaz's girlfriend? For all she knew, she didn't know what kind of shenanigans he's been unto all this while.
"Why are showing me this?" She suddenly felt humiliated and annoyed. "Why? You lost your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?" Maaz laughed out loud. She kept seeing him like a dumb chicken. He wasn't stopping laughing.
"What's wrong?"
"Girlfriend?" He repeated and laughed. He seemed so carefree in the moment, as if his little shell of 'I have an ego and it's untouchable' didn't matter anymore. As if he was willing to make her see this side of him.
He's always been willing to show you everything, Ayat. Each of his sides.
Her inner voice could be so honest sometimes and she hated it. The point was she never allowed him to show her, right now she wanted to see and she won't stop it. She won't mess it up again. As if it wasn't already messed up bad.
"Oh so it's your wife," Ayat guessed. Exactly what she was expecting from this doom's day assumption. So now he got married and he was asking to find his wife. Great. What could go wrong right?
"If she is missing," Ayat said. "As you can already tell I don't care,"
She stood up. Maaz pulled her back beside him. "It is not my wife, or my girlfriend. And who said she was missing? Not exactly what I'd call it, misplaced would be the right word,"
"I also am not a thesaurus. who'd look for synonyms for 'missing', and how is a person supposed to be misplaced?"
"Dead would be right then. She's dead,"
She was a bit taken back by the information but she stopped being so agitated and tried to reason with him. Politely.
"What do you want me to do?" Ayat asked. "Even if she is a stranger and dead. I am not police, I am a doctor and I can only help people who are alive,"
"She isn't a stranger. She is my mother," Maaz eyes were latched with an emotion. Anguish and agony. She didn't know what she would do? Fighting with him was much easier. A kind of relief washed over her knowing that it was her mother. And she won't have to fight her mind and heart to admit that she was beautiful. Just like Maaz.
"Why'd you show me her picture?" She asked. Her color deepening at the question. She felt embarrassed and uncomfortable now.
"She died giving birth to me," He said. "But I don't think it's true,"
"Why do you think it's not true?"
"Because I can't accept that I killed my mother," He answered. It felt the most integrate answer.
"Shesh, the most absurd thing I have heard you say... among other things, when a women gives birth and she dies in that state, she is a shaheeda, and..." (martyr)
"That's not true. She didn't die giving birth to me. I asked the hospital. She was taken home after my birth. Her grave is missing and I think she was murdered," he said. "In her diaries she wrote about how painful it was for her, for my dad not being there, there are loose ends to this story, I don't get why my dad didn't try to find all this out and blindly believed everything but I know one thing, I am not my dad and I will tie all the knots back together and make sense of my senseless existence,"
"Why did you show me the picture?"
"I think I saw her eyes," He spoke. She eagerly waited for him to say further when he didn't she asked. "Where?"
"In you," He replied. Nothing made sense anymore. None of their existences.
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