Mahnoor's POV:
I silently got up, kissed Ami and Papa, and walked out of the room, muttering 'Allah Hafiz'.
Batting my eyes rapidly, I held back my tears, not wanting others to see me crying as I am already centre of attention since I walked in with Moosa.
A heavy-built guard followed me all the way to the car, where I found Moosa busy on his phone, already sitting inside. The guard opened the door next to Moosa and I settled in, mumbling 'Thank you'.
The car started and soon I felt my hand was lifted up from my lap and landed on his, with a firm grip of his hand above.
He is aware of my anger...
I can tell. I made a fail attempt to pull my hand, he was stronger. I sighed in irritation because of this man, I am starting to hate being a girl.
As the car stopped in front of the house gate, I got out first and directly rushed to the room. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.
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Moosa's POV:
She didn't wait nor look back but rushed straight into the house. I didn't follow her but my eyes do, as far as she was in sight.
"To the base three." I sighed as I turn to the driver and gave my command.
Base three was not a particularly distant place but it was in the middle of a residential area - the house in front of Noor's house. It was rumored to be haunted because of its enormous size and it was empty for a very long time. So, it eventually became our interest. We did a renovation on only the inside and underground, intentionally leaving the outer area untouched and prohibited to all the members to use the front gate.
The car stopped at the left side of the house where it was surrounded by big trees. I silently passed through the secret gate, giving instructions to the driver to return. I entered the main door of the underground area and directly walked over to the monitoring room, knowing that I'll find the one whom I've been looking for. I pushed the door and found Yawar leaning against the chair with his eyes closed.
"Yawar!"
"Hm? Oh... MB. Assalam o Allaikum."
"Wallaikum Assalam, I have work for you."
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"Assalam o Alaikum Bhai." Shahina, one of our sixteen-year-old worker Salam me. Rather than a worker, she was more like a little sister for all of us, that's why I instruct them on calling me Bhai.
"Wallaikum Assalam bache (kid)... Serve the dinner, please. I am famished." I said, throwing a bar of chocolate in her direction.
"Okay!" She gave a small smile.
"Where is Mahnoor? Did she eat anything?"
"In her room. And no, she didn't eat anything."
As expected....!
"Okay! Bring the dinner to my room and make me a cup of tea in an hour, please." She nodded and left.
I walked up to the room, expecting to see sleeping, Noor. She usually sleeps after crying and wouldn't eat when she's angry. Carefully opening the door, I look to the bed and found my love's peaceful sleeping face.
How could she sleep so peacefully, making me restless...?
Crouching beside her, I carefully took off her scarf and remove it along with her dupatta.
Seriously! Why is she so reckless???
Sleeping whilst wearing dupatta and scarf was dangerous. I got up on a door knocking sound. Shahina brought a dinner trolley in and left. Before waking up Noor, I took a speedy bath so the dinner won't get cold and change into jeans and a blue t-shirt. Giving a final glance at myself in the mirror, I came out from the bathroom.
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Mahnoor's POV:
I was woken up by a sweet sensation of fingers massaging my head. Soon, a familiar sharp fragrant aroused my sense and I voluntarily inhaled deeply.
Moosa...!
I stayed still, not moving a muscle or giving any hints to him that I was awake. I was beyond angry and I really don't want to face him or talk to him. I haven't forgotten the worried faces of my parents.
"Get up, Noor. It will be flight time soon."
Flight...?
Oh! We have to go back.
"Noor?" He called out again.
"I don't want to see your face. Leave me al-" Before I could finish my sentence, he pulled me by my arm in a sitting position, leaving me with no choice but to open my eyes and come face to face with him.
"Don't say something you cannot do... Now come and eat something." He got up, giving me space to get off the bed.
"I am not hungry."
Who am I kidding...?
"I know you are angry, but skipping your meal because it is quite childish."
"Then you shouldn't have married a childish person like me!"
"Noor, I will listen to your complaints later. But let's just eat first." He moved toward the couch.
"I would never complain to people like you who don't care about others' feelings." I got up to go to the bathroom.
"Now you're inciting me, Noor... Come here and eat before I really lose it."
"I am doing no such thing." I gritted my teeth.
"Then don't argue and eat." He was getting angry.
"I am not arguing. I just don't want to eat nor do I want to be near you."
"Why do you always have to fight on everything?" I was spun around by my hand to face him.
"Why do you have to be so stubborn and demanding all the time? If I am not hungry, then let me be." I said, wiggling for my hand to be released from his steel grip.
"I cannot trust you with it. You skipped your lunch and now this... Your mother was right when she said you have lost your weight."
"And whose fault that is?" I said and the next moment, I crashed to his chest.
"It's yours... for being so hard on yourself. Drop the walls you have put up around you and live your life like a normal person."
"Live like a normal person...? Do you even know what does it mean? ...and does it apply on you too? Did you behave like a normal person in front of my parents?" I retorted.
"How can I behave normally when I feel so jealous of them?!" He yelled, making me flinch.
"J- Jealous?" I wasn't expecting to hear this.
"Do you know how it feels like when the only person you love in the whole world doesn't love you back? ...do you know how lonely it is when that one single person which is your only family doesn't care about you? ...do you?!" He seethed.
"Just for once, have you ever tried to think why did I tell you about your father? Why I took you there? Or why I promised the next meeting with them before leaving?"
"Huh?" I couldn't register any of the stuff he said.
Tears start flowing from my eyes on his deadly voice and the tight grip of his hands on both of my arms. But I don't know what hurts the most.
"If I am not a nice guy and is selfish, then you are also just like me... Selfish, who doesn't care about anything besides her family... Stubborn to accept that everything is not that bad, and too arrogant to open up to anyone, even if he'd tried to approach your heart."
What...?
His hands traveled up, cupping my face with his palms. Leaning closer, he puts his forehead on mine and whispered, "I just hope you'll open your heart before I lose myself."
His anger wasn't cooled down yet as he was still struggling hard to control his breathing. And my anger was long lost when he raised his voice. We both didn't say anything and stood in the same position for don't know how long.
"It's about my flight time." He pulled back first.
His....? What about us?
"I am sorry for yelling at you." He kissed my forehead and picked up his luggage.
"I'll be in my downstairs office and will be leaving in half an hour."
"Di-nner?" I said slowly.
"I am not hungry anymore... Allah Hafiz." With that, he left.
I stood there, staring into empty space. I wasn't thinking anything, nor was I feeling anything except for a deep emptiness.
A knock on the door made me aware of my surroundings.
"Yes?" I said loudly and Shahina came in with a cup of tea.
"Umm... Bhabi, Bhai asked me to make tea for him." She set the cup on the table.
"He is in the office."
"Should I take it there then?" She inquired about the tea.
"Yes. And also, take the food too." She nodded and turned to the trolley but as she was about to leave, I call her back.
"Shahina, give me the tea." I come forward to take the cup from her.
"Babhi, you won't like it. Bhai likes his tea strong."
"I think I can handle it... Make a fresh one for him please." I smiled and she left with the trolley.
I was barely able to take a sip of the tea when I heard Moosa's piano melody. It was different from usual. Anger, pain, madness - all three emotions overlapping each other, making my heart feeling heavy and somewhat... guilty?
Go to him...
My inner voice told me.
There was a chunk of my heart that's dying to rush down to him and ease his suffering. But I just remained there in the room, moving back and forth restlessly.
Ya Allah! What is wrong with me???
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