Contains Urdu dialogues.
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Shanzah's POV:
"Adi!" Warda screams from behind, making me jump in shock.
"Phew! Kya ho gaya, larki? Jaan hi nikaal deti ho tum to," i reply.
"Oho, kya ho gaya? Itna bhi kya kisi ke khayalon main gum hona?" she teases.
"Aray, nahin to?" I try to hide the blush. "Esi koyi baat nahin hai."
"Achha? Khair, chhoren in sab baaton ko. Ye bataen kab hai mulaaqat aap ki?" She winks.
"Kya? Kon si mulaaqat?" I try not to admit.
"Hawww, itna bhola ban'ne ki koyi zaroorat nahin hai. Mujh se to na chhupaen." She makes a puppy face.
"Achha achha, nahin chhupati. Kal hi hai mulaaqat," i reply, blushing.
"Achha. Wese aap chali jayen gi? Mera matlab hai, wo...panic attacks? Aap jaa paen gi na, pakka?" she asks worriedly.
"Sach bataun to main bilkul jaana nahin chahti," i say, making a sad look on my face.
"Aray, ese kyun keh rahi hain?" she asks with concern on her face.
"Sach hi keh rahi hun..." I stop in mid of the sentence.
I start thinking to myself before i get into senses back by Warda squeezing my hand. I look up to her and she gestures me towards my left. I look up to find none other than Mr. Ahmad coming our way.
I quickly get nervous and squeeze my eyes shut while turning back. She squeezes my hand again.
"Warda, yahan se chalo, please?" i say.
"Aray? Kuchh nahin hota. Please?" She hugs me by the side.
"Ugh!" i exclaim.
"Dekhen, Adi, wo bhi kya samjhen ge ke aap ko un se chir hai. Aap ke behavior se to esa lagta hai jese unhon ne koyi gunah kar diya ho?" she tries to explain. "Achha, ab normal ho jayen. Tch, at least koshish to karen! Main aap ke saath hi hun."
"Uh...," i stutter as he approaches nearer and sits on the bench opposite us two.
"Kesi hain aap?" he asks.
"Main theek hun...," i reply.
"Aap log baaten karen, mujhe zara kaam hai, main aati hun thori der main," Warda excuses and quickly goes away.
Ise to main...
I sit there blankly, playing with the corner of my dupatta.
"Kya huwa, aap ki tabiyat theek nahin lag rahi?" he asks, concern clear in his tone.
"Main... main theek hun," i simply reply.
"Wo... Mujhe aap se kuchh baat karni thi...," he tries to make words to say what he wants to.
"Ji... Kahiye," i reply.
"Wo...us din...jab aap baarish main bheeg rahi thin, tab aap ka boht dil kar raha tha baarish main bheegne ka, lekin phir...phir jab achanak bijli karakna shuru huwi to...to main ne mehsoos kia ke aap yakdam se boht zyada ghabra gayi hain...or phir aap behosh bhi ho gayin? Kya itna dar lagta hai aap ko bijli se? Ya phir koyi or baat hai?" he asks, hesitantly.
"Uh...," i try to talk, but i suddenly have these panic attacks, which have me struggling with breathing.
Is Warda ki bachi ko to main dekh lun gi, mujhe akela chhor kar chali gayi.
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