Kismat

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Assalamoalaykum!

Here's chapter 18. This is the last chapter until May 26, which is my graduation day. After that, I will be busy, so a new update will probably come out by June. I am telling you all this because I know it's unfair of me to make you wait so much for a new chapter, but I am also swamped with homework. I wrote this chapter in the midst of my board exams.

But here's an extra long chapter to make up for my absence. The chapter itself is 11056 words.

Dedicated to wardaishtiaq ;)

Enjoy!

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Sakinah's POV

"Shehry stop it."

"No."

"Shehry."

"No."

"Shehry!"

"No."

"SHEHRYAAR ASIF, STOP MIXING THE BATTER." At my glower, Shehry grinned wolfishly before stepping back with his hands held up in surrender. I glared at him, trying my hardest not to let a smile slip but couldn't help it. He laughed as a smile touched my lips.

"Tumhein toh roothna bhi nahi aata."

"Tumhein manana kahaan aata hai ke main roothoon tumse." I mumbled, turning back to the stove.

"Hum jaisa na koi mana paaya hai, na mana paayega aapko, mohtarma." He flirted, reaching for the whisk again. I swatted his hand with the wooden spoon in my hand. "Ouch woman, quit abusing me!" He rubbed the red spot on his hand, glaring at me.

"Will you stop mixing the stupid batter, overmix ho jaata hai!" I moved the bowl out of his reach and quickly filled the batter inside the muffin tins before Shehry could go at them again. Sprinkling a mix of sanding sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg on top, I slid them into the oven.

"Why are you making these healthy muffins when you could be making that amazing chocolate cake?" He complained, seating himself on my counter.

It had been three days since Shehry took me out on that date to confess what he felt. Ever since then, the two of us were trying to get to know each other better than we already did.

We both kept making back and forth trips to the hospital where Asad was still stationed. Hadiya's condition hadn't changed at all, and Asad was going out of his mind. He still refused to leave the hospital at all.

"Because Asad likes apple-cinnamon muffins. And I'm not making them for you." He looked so crestfallen.

"But tum mujhse mohabbat karti ho, uss se nahi." He whined, emphasizing on 'mujhse' and 'uss.' I stared at him blankly, a light blush rising to my cheeks.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I shook my head at him and checked the muffins one last time before moving to the counter where I had set up containers of food to bring Asad. "And besides, you've had that cake so many times before. Aren't you sick of it?"

"Mohabbat ka lahoo jab behta hai shafaf dil se....toh chehre pe sharam ki laali aa hi jaati hai." He flaunted, reaching around me to pinch my heatened cheeks. "And no, I can never be tired of that delicious, luscious cake."

"We may have given you permission to love our sister but you can stop the public displays of affection now." Shehry pouted at Rizwan's interruption and moved away from me. I felt the heat from my cheeks move into my ears and the back of my neck.