'We are falling apart still we hold together, we've passed the end so we chase forever'
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Unintentionally
It was only a bad chapter, a little inconvenience in her nearly perfect life, regardless of what she had told herself, she wondered in every silent moment what he had meant by 'you again', had they met before? and on what kind of vengeful planet did he live to say threats like 'you will pay for it one day', as if he was some kind of criminal mastermind prodigy who'd follow her around until he had evened it out with her. She didn't much take these things seriously, but there was this venomous gut feeling that told her not everything was unto notch with the man.
She thought she would forget it in a few days, but her mind replayed it over and over again and studied each and every detail of the incident. She felt too invested and she had extracted some conclusions from her deep analysis.
1. He didn't have those kind of intentions.
2. He had looked at the wall behind her before he had caught her wrist.
3. His eyes were filled with the arrogance of the world, too arrogant to even charm a girl, but she had been charmed which was contradicting.
4. It seemed like they had met before.
5. He believed in his heart that she was a stupid girl, which unsettled her much more than when he looked at her with those razor sharp eyes.
5. He will take revenge.
While her father took another dose of the daily politics he loved so dearly, she had zoned out again, and so early in the morning, she was so disappointed in herself, she needed to clear her head. She had been staring blankly towards the tv screen lost in her own swarm of thoughts. She decided to change the scenery and went to help her mother out in the kitchen.
"Your brother's up yet?" Her mother asked flipping the perfectly round paratha on the griddle, the kitchen smelled like Sunday, you woke up late, you ate full and you rested, perfect heaven, plus everyone was home.
"Still sleeping I guess," Although normally she would jump up and down on their beds for them to wake up, but normal had too exited her life, she was too zoned out to be back to her normal self.
"Ahsan had a new project at work and Arsalan was packing for going back to his academy, so they were up late," Sara answered. "Is there a good reason for well two things, one you aren't screaming on the top of your lungs to wake your brothers, and second, you are actually up early,"
"Nothing special, just didn't feel like it," Ayat replied, taking out a few cups from the cabinet.
"I will take care of the mugs, would you please wake those sleepy heads up, it is well past their sleep time," her mother spoke. Ayat laughed for real. "Mom please stop treating us like two year olds, we are adults,"
"I am still your mother, now hurry along, your breakfast will be cold if you don't,"
She knocked on Ahsan's door but when he didn't reply in the first three knocks she burst into the room where her brother dearest slept disheveled. The speaker had lost charging he must have been listening to music and forgot to turn it off. It was his off today anyways.
"Wake up,"
He groaned in his sleep in reply and pushed his face inside the blankets. Now the bed looked very comfortable, and she contemplated lying beside her brother for a short nap counting her sleepless nights, but shrugged it off before she got too carried away.
She pulled the blanket off, he gave her an accusative glare, she gave him a mean smile in return.
"What?" She said obliviously. "You know its Sunday and we are going to have a family breakfast so come on,"
"Always jumpy for Sundays, trust me tomorrow is Monday," he mumbled and went to the washroom. When she felt that her mission was accomplished she went to Arsalan's room.
"Bhai!" She yelled. He seemed so comfortable in bed, reminding her of the blessing sleep was and how that man stole it away from her, the constant fear was eating her up. Seeing how hopelessly attached Arsalan was to bed looked around and snooped in his stuff, A group photo of them intrigued her so she stole a quick glance, those eyes weren't hard to forget so she immediately spotted a tall figure in the middle holding a trophy. Perhaps the captain? She turned the photograph around where all the names were written, he seemed liked the leadership kind. Maaz Farooq Chaudhry (captain). He even had a menacing smile on his face. Oh what an addition.
"We have an alarm if you remember," Arsalan mocked. She gasped and turned away from his stuff. Playing a stiff smile.
"One you never chose to use, so consider me your personal alarm, family breakfast. Remember?" she covered immediately. He chuckled and scrolled on his phone while she left him on his own calming her thudding heart, he wouldn't sleep back, would he? she peeked into the room and his snores filled the room.
"Get up," she screamed loudly. He obediently went to the washroom looking like a dead corpse she wasn't a cruel sister. Just saying.
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Haya got up from the couch and gave her phone to Ayat as she was over at her's in the evening. Ayat grabbed her laptop from under the bed and put it on her lap, opening to its screensaver of Aman Ahmed. She paused for a moment to awe in his glory. She had compiled the picture of things she collected from here and there for sentimental purposes, with Aman's picture embellished in the middle.
There were two things she had fancied. One Aman Ahmed, her cousin who completed his MBBS only a couple of months ago. He was the perfect and ideal person. Second, her collectibles, they had a high sentimental value in her life. Leaves, stones, envelopes, cards, or branches could be anything even boarding passes.
Entering the password, she stored the video snap from yesterday night from Haya's phone to her files. These files were filled with memories and precious moments from their childhood. After she was done she tucked the laptop under her canopy bed.
"Do you know someone named Maaz?" Ayat asked Haya, knowing that his brother was too in the football team, since she couldn't muster the courage to ask her own brother about some random guy, she figured Haya's brother must have brought him up or talked about him some time, and knowing Haya, she must know him.
Apart from the guy I kicked last Friday, she contemplated adding but decided otherwise.
Haya blinked at her twice as if Ayat had caught her red handed.
"You don't know?" Haya seemed a little surprised, she was so random how was Ayat supposed to know not that she read the ' The rude boy gazette' every Saturday.
"You're kidding me right?" Ayat shook her head. "Why? Should I know this guy? Or did he win Oscars last year,"
"This is the entire reason I came here today, I have been dying to tell you this, you remember the incident that happened in front of college, where some guy in ray ban's escorted you after he caused your accident? He seemed to look so familiar that day, but its not my fault either, he looked very different in pictures as compared to real life somehow, but he is the captain of our brother's team, small world right," Haya spoke. "Also he is some big shot Chaudhry, a very resourceful man bhai says,"
Ayat had started to panic from the inside, there was no way, she had kicked her savior. Sometimes she needed to do her research as well, although she couldn't take the blame entirely on herself since he did scare her when he cornered her like that. Oh god, what if he told her brother about the incident, how would she explain that to him? She wished he didn't know who she was, or who's sister, but it wasn't her fault either.
"Ayat he was the same guy who saved you and brought you in, technically your hero, Aya, he saved you from dying girl,"
"I wasn't dying," Ayat defended herself still trying to digest the fact that he was the same guy that both the guys were one. The ray bans one and the one she kicked. They were the same fucking people, for the first time in her life she required something stronger than coffee to digest all that information.
"Can you believe it? Such a small world, he just saved you that morning and then he was at the game that night," Haya seemed in pure wonder.
"Yes, actually such a small world,"
"Asim bhai," Haya referred to her brother, the one in the team with Arsalan and Maaz, "He told me, he is bad news too, not the best kind of person when it came to his anger issues, he could put the show 'anger management' to shame,"
Now that Haya talked about him, she had heard Maaz's name from her own brother's mouth, mostly cursing him for something he said or did in the team, but it was kind of understandable, she shared mutual feelings with her brother now, no matter how much Mirha says she was in the middle of the road, he was flying cars on the road and then what the hell was that behind the stadium, that entire interaction made her want to gauge out his eyes, but obviously she settled on scratching his face instead, that idiot, he was stupid himself, she suddenly felt the need to punch him in the face.
"He should take help from a psychiatrist," Ayat laughed, a bit of bitterness, only if Haya knew that he was the same guy she kicked in the balls just a few days ago.
"He kind of hot, you have to agree on that," Haya went all around how he had the best looks in all the guys she stalked, and how perfect they could be together, Ayat definitely did not think so, in one of her encounters she was knocked out cold and the second, she was tremendously pissed at him.
"He seems to have some kind of bi polar personality, I am sorry, but I see him not as my savior but as a man with no sense of driving, and talking with women," Ayat was going on with that when a little knock sounded on her door.
"Talking? When did he talk with you?" Haya seemed confused.
"Ayat where is dad?" Ahsan asked leaning on the frame. "Hi, Haya," He greeted Haya alongside.
"Hi, Ahsan Bhai," Haya replied.
"What do you think..." Ayat said focused on Haya's next words, somehow ignoring her brother, she seemed too invested in this man's craziness.
"He is so dreamy," Haya whispered. Ahsan groaned and threw a pillow from the couch at Ayat. Ayat's brow's furrowed and she squinted her eyes at him before she threw another pillow at him.
"Can't you leave me alone for one second?" Ayat groaned, as Ahsan practically leaped on her pushed the pillow right in her face.
"No, because there are more pressing matters to attend to," Ahsan almost had her in the wrestling position, he needed to stop that, he was too strong for her to fight it was funny when he was a teenager, but now he was bulky.
"You think we were gossiping?" Haya sighed dramatically. Ahsan raised an eye brow showing the how obvious it was. Whispering in ears? No code to crack. Ahsan released Ayat.
"Yes, Haya not that I don't know you," Ahsan gave her a challenging look, he had known them from since they were little.
"Okay," Haya broke out laughing. "And I will be heading out now,"
"Bye, and don't forget to..." Ayat said her voice got caught in her throat by the pillow Ahsan threw at her.
"No problem, Sis," Haya waved and went out the door.
"When is dad coming home?" Ahsan asked sitting back on bed out of breath.
"At 4:00 probably, why?" Ayat asked equally needing the air.
"Didn't get to meet him today, guess he went early to work, Anaya's family is asking for the wedding dates,"
Ayat's brows wiggled in a total teasing manner. "So this is what the pressing matter is huh?"
"I am not up for this teasing right now," Ahsan surrendered and ran out the door.
"You are such a coward, come back!" Ayat screamed, before she took a deep sigh and memorized every single detail Haya had told about him unintentionally.
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