❛Dil dhoke mein hai,
Aur dhokebaaz dil mein..❜
Third Person's POV:
“Apne Mirza se tum bhaag kar yaha aa gayi, Hoor.”
Altan lowered himself to her side and Mahoor only tried to glue herself more in the chair.
She turned her face away from his and he whispered in her ear, in a low yet lethal voice, “Yeh khauf toh tumhare chehre par tab nahi aaya jab tum bagh ke bahar, mere kamre ki taraf apni yeh,” he slid the pad of his thumb on her middle finger, “ungli dikha rahi thi.”
Altan rested his back on the headboard of the bed in the dark while the moon cast it's white shadow, lighting up his room.
His gaze flickered to his hand, on the bandage wrapped around his hand which was tied by Mahoor to heal his wounds.
He wondered how she could be so kind as to come to his room just to apologize for her one mere mistake, ignoring the thought that he was her abductor.
“Agar aapne mujhe chune ki koshish ki toh jaan se maar dalungi.” His lips twitched slightly when her voice echoed in his head.
It was near morning, he hadn't slept yet.
As days were passing by, his insomnia was getting worse and now that he had his moment with Mahoor, his mind totally forgot the thought of relaxation.
Altan picked up the packet of cigarettes from his nightstand with the lighter. While being lost in Mahoor's thoughts, he ignited the toxic stick.
As he placed the cig on his lips, he hoisted up from the bed and pulled his trousers up with his rigid fingers and his thick soft curls bounced.
He walked towards his balcony and stared at the moon.
Holding the cancer stick in his hand, Altan scratched his eyebrow.
“Ek baat bolu chand tujhe? Tere aage mujhe koi khubsurat nahi laga. Par ab jab tujhe dekhta hu toh tu bas ek sikka lagta hai.”
He took a puff and rubbed his neck, “Mahoor ko ab dekh liya hai na toh teri bhi aukat uske saamne ab kuch nahi.”
He took a few steps ahead and threw the cigarette in the ashtray which was kept near the glass window of the balcony.
“Meri aurat ye baat se bekhabar hai ki uski ek pyari tabassum, tera wajood khaak mein milane ki taqat rakhti hai.”
Altan placed another cigarette between his lips and brought the ignitor near the end of it, his actions halted as the landline of his room rang and the muscle of his back tensed.
The telephone in his room didn't ring until and unless the estate was under attack or it was an emergency.
He threw the cancer stick away and immediately answered the call.
“Assalamualaikum, Zaeem.”
“Wa alaykummasalam. Sab khair, Saad?”
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