I am back
Two days later...
"Ya -Allah so much packing is left. Even lunch is not ready. What do I do??" I panicked. Trying to adjust my clothes in the suitcase. Asad would be here any moment. What will he think of me? Why did the alarm had to stop working today itself? Mumbling I dashed here and there in the room. What is wrong with me now a days. Quickly gathering two more clothes I stuffed it in the suitcase and closed it. Just when I was about to run to the kitchen the bell rang.
Opening the door, I saw Asad standing there with a lazy smile on his face.
"Assalamunalykum" I greeted him, as he entered loosening his tie.
"Walaikumasalam, what-supp with you fizzy?" He teased me while giving me a lopsided smile thinking that I would react to it.
"Nothing much poo bear, was going to prepare lunch" I smirked at him, to which he stood shocked. I started laughing at him. I knew how much he hates that name. He hates himself being called bear and to top it up, nowhere something like poo. But I do love poo. I was on my laughing spree when I saw him watching me with a soft smile on his lips. I calmed myself down and sobered myself up. He still was staring at me causing me to feel shy all of a sudden.
When I turned to go away, he called me, dangling a plastic bag in front of me. I looked at him curiously.
"It's lunch silly." He chirped, and handed me the bag. Just as I was about to turn, he pulled me towards him and circled his arms around my waist. "I don't like poo bear still, but I won't mind becoming one for you. If you want me to parade around you in noting but a small t-shirt, then I don't mind sweet heart." He whispered in my ear, huskily. Sending shivers down my spine.
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"Why are you so quiet??" He asked me, giving me a quick look and then turning his attention back to the road. I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders because currently I can't think of anything. And, how can I ? The weather while traveling is so amazing. The warm and soft sunlight, the cold breeze that blew past me every second, the greenery parallel to the roadside everything was so natural. So pure. So simple, that I just closed my eyes and laid my head back on the seat. This moment was so peaceful. When-
"Firdaus?"
Opening my eyes, I looked at him, as he tried to keep up with his concentration on road.
"Don't you know it's bad to sleep on the passenger seat besides driver?" He questioned, with his brows inverted. "No. Why?" I asked as I sat straight on my seat.
"It's because it's said that the driver may also feel sleepy and can lose his focus on road and that will directly lead to accidents." He reasoned, glancing at me. "Really? I didn't know that you would feel sleepy. I am sorry." I apologized, as he smiled at my words.
"Ohh Firdaus! It's not like I will feel sleepy but I want to talk to you. We both are alone and as we reach marriage place; we would be around peoples. I won't be able to be near you. So why not savor this our time?" He said sportingly as he started pulling over near a hotel. After he was done, he shifted in his seat to look at me, I just lowered my eyes and looked down on my lap.
"I asked you something madam?" He said teasingly, as he nudged my chin upwards. I tried to move my face towards another direction but he didn't let me do it.
The whole ride to the marriage place Nainitaal was very peaceful. Something I needed from a long period. It was as if my soul was at ease. But I know the true reason for it. And anyone would know. When your loved one is besides you, holding your hand then obviously your being becomes blissful. My heart would always flutter when I would catch him staring at me and they were filled with love and passion unlike before. I feel as though I am risking things but now at a large scale. Before I became used to his distance and hatred but if it happens again while I am witnessing his soft side it would be beyond heart breaking. I was so busy in thinking that I was literally drilling holes at him, and I wouldn't had realized it if had he not winked at me.
"What happened Firdaus? Why are you all red?" Asked Elnaz from besides me.
"Uhmm... I" she followed my gaze and made a gasping sound.
"Ohh my bad! Sorry for interrupting." She teased as she eyes both of us, Asad just chuckled at that and I just smiled feeling flushed.
"By the way Bhabhi what are you wearing tonight, you know that you have already missed haldi but mehndi ceremony will be taking place tonight." She asked as she took a bite of sweets in plate.
"Well, any suggestions?" I asked her, being settled on the chair.
"Wear a lehenga." Came a reply, but it was not from Elnaz but from Asad, while she whistled raising her brows and I looked at him.
"That's good bhai and Bhabhi you should go for it. We haven't seen you in a lehenga for a while now." She reasoned.
Meanwhile...
"What do you think? Eh! You will f***ing take her from me...hmm? Marry her? Keep her home? And throw me out of her life like this?" He grunts as he struggles with the curtain of the hall to keep his balance maintained.
He then saw a waiter passing by and began his devilish plan. In a blink of an eye he jumped on the waiter when he rounded near a silent corridor taking his wishful opportunity. The waiter struggled under his grip as he tried to dominate him physically. Alas after a few more moments of struggling a cracking sound was heard and the waiters body went loop.
He hollered his body to a nearby room and quickly changed his clothes with the waiter's uniform. Now he was ready. He dumped the waiter's body in the balcony locking the door so that no one would get suspicious and of all he didn't wanted any more troubles for getting his plan through with. Just as he was passing by when he saw his reflection in the mirror.
Anger.
Betrayal.
Thirst for REVENGE.
Pulsed under his body as he saw his face covered with scars. In this passing months Asad had made sure that his once flawless face was changed in to a demonic look. Which reflected his persona. Or scary in other words. But now that bas*a*d will pay for all. For snatching what was his. But he had to hurry with his plan as Asad's puppet would alert him in any time.
Smirking at himself he picked up a small box of kohl and rubbed it in his palm, quickly rubbing it on his face. He drew some small mole like marks on his face so that no one could recognize him.
I am back Firdaus!
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