A Delightful Tragedy

15. Don't Go

S H A R I Q' S  P O V

"How?"

"What, how?"

"How did you come to know-"

"I don't want bicker or fight with you now, Uméma. I notice things too." In return she just rolled her eyes at me.

After the breakfast everybody got engaged in the preparation for today's ceremony.

I went back in my room to check on the work emails on my laptop.

It came to a conclusion that I might have to visit the office tomorrow as there is an urgent need of myself.

I picked up my phone and dialled Uméma's number.

"What?" I heard her reply.

"Come in my room ASAP."

"Wh-" I cut the call.

The door flung open to reveal Uméma standing there with anger visible on her face.

"How much energy does it take for you to walk downstairs and look for me? Or just to reply on the call?!" She hollered stalking towards me.

"You ask too many questions that's what why I cut the call."

"You also speak too much did I cut your throat?" She retorted back.

"Anyway I called you to inform you that I am going tomorrow."

"WHERE?!"

"Geez, don't shout." I hissed at her.

"To my office. People gotta work to live a lifestyle and pay bills, honey." I rolled my eyes at her.

"What?"

"Are you dumb? Didn't you understand what I said?"

"Can you for once answer me properly, Shariq?" She cried out.

"Look who's talking." I scoffed.

"Don't go na Shariq." She spoke softly. Am I hallucinating?

Did she? Did she just spoke softly? To me?

"Uméma come here." I told her as she walked to me and sat beside me.

"Tyenol, that's the name for the medicine which you should take, if you have a fever."

"Thanks Dr. Shariq." She answered sarcastically. "May I ask why are you being so kind to me?"

"Cause you talking to me softly and asking now to go away from you can be expected only when something is wrong with you." I postulated out.

"Ya Allah, Shariq!" She snapped at me. "I am being serious. How could you leave me alone here?"

"Mom's there na."

"Did she promise to Fahad that she will take care of me? And anyway I am not dying for attention or you to take care of me I can very well take care of myself but Aunt Zakera, Mantasha- I don't want to handle them alone." She pouted at the last. Ah, Uméma.

"Uméma, only for tomorrow." I tried to persuade her.

"Fine, go! I am not dying to stay with you." She spat at me and got up going out of the room to God knows where.

What is she? A five year old? On the other hand, she is also new to this environment. But she needs handle things on her too! It's just a matter of a day what wrong would happen?

Soon the time for the ceremony was approaching and I spent my next few minutes getting ready for the function that is to be held. Literally few minutes. I was done.

All this while, I did not see Uméma, hope she doesn't land herself in trouble again.

"Asalamualaikum, Shariq." Mantasha's irritating voice filled my ears as soon as I stepped outside the room.

"Walaikumasalam." I gave her a tightly lipped smile who had put a little over the top makeup or was it just me eyes.

"Where are-"

"Have you seen Uméma?" I asked her.

"No, but I wanted to tell-"

"Okay then I shall search for her." I really wanted to back out from the situation as I didn't want to communicate with Mantasha.

"Why? Talk to me please. You never searched for me like that."

"Why would I? See, Mantash I never led you or had any other intentions with you. I am married now. Please leave me alone." I stated very calmly.

I walked away from there and marched up to my room cause I couldn't think of any place to escape from her.

"Shariq!" I heard Uméma's urgent voice.

"What?" I turned back to look Uméma standing at the foothill of the door. And my my my, I was stunned.

She was looking ethereal, beautiful, enigmatic and all the synonyms of bewitching. The bluish-green dress perfectly complimented her contrasting eyes as her long, long hair flowed back till her waist. Hands adorned with henna and wrists with bangles did nothing but added more to her beauty.

Wait, wait, wait was it me who thought all of that? Scratch it! She just cleaned herself very well. We are sticking to that now.

"Hello?" Uméma's snapped her fingers at me which was enough to bring me out my reverie.

What spell was I under in?

"What happened?" I masked my face with my signature 'not-so-impressed' look.

"I wanted your phone, need to talk Mom, Fahad and Nada." She stretched her palm out.

"What happened to yours?" I questioned, however handing my phone to her.

"Arey here it is." She waved her phone. "My charger broke that's why it's still switched off. Please charge it with your charger." She slipped her phone to me. "And now tell me how do I look?" She took a step behind to show me her full look and gave a bright smile.

"With your eyes." I sniggered as she glared at me very hard. If looks could kill I would have already been dead. "You are able to 'look' with your eyes."

"Insolent jerk." She muttered dialling her brother's phone number.

"Bohot pyaari lag rahi ho." But by the time I had said that, she had gotten busy talking on the phone and hadn't heared a word that I said. (Looking very pretty.)

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15-11-24