Like Chalk And Cheese [Completed]

Ice-cream Again

Not gonna lie, I felt like expressing my sudden blooming fondness for Agha Hasan in words by blurting out foolishly that I loved him, which of course wasn't really the case. I was just so overwhelmed that it was making me profoundly grateful for him being there for me, and it was also making me cry. When we returned home after spending the entire day out and he bid me to sleep tight, I paused at the door to my room, wanting to say something to him too.

"Thank you." I meant it from the core of my heart when I said it. He might not be there that night to save me from those men, but at least he tried his best to distract my mind from the horrifying incident, despite the fact that he was buried knee-deep in work stress. And he promised me he wasn't disgusted by me, so now I only had to assure myself that I wasn't soiled in anyway.

I saw a smile spread up on his face. "Goodnight, giggles."

Turning the knob in haste, I rushed into the room and closed the door behind me before he could catch the blush that colored my cheeks.

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I was terrified out of my wits when I had come back into the house from the pool area and heard voices coming from the inside. I knew as I was reminded of the night Wajiha betrayed me, that once again I was going to be exposed to the demons of the dark. And that's exactly what happened. For a moment I couldn't understand how the thieves were able to get inside, and then when it occurred to me, tears had pricked my eyes from sheer pangs of regret.

But now when I thought about it, if they knew Agha Hasan wasn't home then maybe they'd have been prepared to unlock the bolts on the doors around the house, and it really didn't matter if I had let the glass doors open. I was helpless all along if that was the case.

Anyways, as Agha Hasan had advised, I should really try to let my mind off it and stop thinking about it. After all, I had scrubbed myself clean the next morning even though the scum's hand didn't contact my skin, and didn't even come close to touching my certain body parts. Thank Allah. But since it was a harrowing experience still, it had to take time to completely slip off from the forefront of my mind. But I'll forget it eventually.

As for now, I reminded myself before I drifted off to sleep that I had to ask Agha Hasan about his work related problems first thing in the morning.

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From then onwards I began to obsessively, though unintentionally, take notice of little things he did in his daily routine, the time he came back from work, food he ate, clothes he wore. Regardless, I still denied the fact that I was starting to like him. Like actually like him. Like him the way a wife is supposed to like his husband. Whenever I found myself thinking about him, which was admittedly often, I'd get frustrated and even reprimand myself on giving in and accepting the injustice enacted upon me. But as the days passed it was getting harder for me to shrug the thoughts off my mind, to stop thinking about him in that light.

"Did you tell Umair Bhai the truth?" I had asked Agha Hasan over dinner when I'd suddenly remembered if he was told the truth.

"Yes. He swung by the office the next day." He had replied once he'd swallowed the food in his mouth. Amir had cooked biryani that day.

"Oh." I made go with a nod. I wondered what Umair Bhai must have thought.

"He apologized, asked me to let you know." He'd said after a pause. I could sense his eyes on me and worried if he noticed the blush that crept up on my face.

"For?"

"He said he flirted with you."

My cheeks warmed up."Did he now?" I remembered the playful teasing remark that had subsequently earned him a hurl of the cushion.