Chapter No 33

Chapter No 33
He woke up in the morning rubbing his eyes but today something was off about his room or pleasant. The beautiful fragrance was around his surroundings. He felt someone was holding his left hand. He looked at his hand.
She was still holding his hand. Sleeping in a sitting posture on the bed, she rested her head near his arm.
"She slept like this the whole night?" he thought. She was holding his hand softly. A smile appeared on his face. He moves his hand ahead to touch her hair but stops his hand in the middle.
She mumbled something. He knew it would be restless sleep for her.
His fever was gone but he was still feeling a headache.
She felt someone was staring at her. She opened her eyes. Her back was aching because of sleeping in the same posture.
She looked up at him, he was staring at her. She felt her heart skip a beat.
"I slept here," she said but she realized that she was still holding his hand, she snatched her hand away.
She got up.
"Feeling better?" she asked him. He nods.
"You should take another dosage," she said.
"I will not take these stupid medicines," he said, stubbornly. She rolled her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes on me," he said, angrily.
She took a deep breath and walked out of the room, disappointed.

She was thinking about what to make since when the maid was gone on some random holidays, she was cooking food and sometimes it was difficult for her to manage it with the college.
"What should I make?" she muttered. Just then she felt someone was watching her. She turned to see, Roman was standing there. She had gone startled.
"You scared me," she said. He walked ahead toward her slowly. He was looking inside her eyes but today something was different. His eyes were making her heart jump. She could feel the sink's surface behind her which meant there was no escape. He stops a few inches away. A smirk appeared on his face.
He moved his hand towards her and she closed her eyes tightly but nothing happened. She opened her eyes; he was eating an apple he took from the shelf.
Embarrassment, all she could feel filled in her body.
The smirk on his face was gone, he smiled towards her and walked away.
She took a deep breath.
"He never loses a chance to embarrass me," she thought, angrily and turned towards the stove.
She decided to make the infamous Asian desert sweet mesh carrots.
She remembers she learned that from her grandma after she came to know from Eliza that Roman liked this recipe.
The weather was still rainy.

"Where is Saliha?" asked Hunza.
"What took you so long to come back to college?" asked Haeem. "Family drama," she said.
"Looks like it's us today," said Haeem.
"Yeah, and it will be exhausting without Saliha to attend classes because she does great in history," said Hunza.
Just then Muaza passed by them. She was wearing a short crop top and a jeans skirt. Her hair was styled in wavy curls.
"She looks beautiful," said Haeem.
Hania pinches him to bring him back to his senses.
"Lover boy, Muaza could break your heart, do you know she is now the most popular girl in school," she said.
"I like her style," said Hunza.

"Hey we are together for a week, don't you think we should take it to the next level," said Kevin.
Muaza rolls her eyes.
"Listen, It's just an open relationship," she said.
"But there is a requirement like I want to kiss you," he said.
"Yeah, in the end, you guys want that if that is something you want then go on," she said while pulling him closer.
The boy was about to kiss her when someone broke them apart. "What the hell," said the boy.
Zain was staring at Muaza, angrily.
"Zain, what are you doing?" asked Muaza, angrily.
"Muaza, what are you doing? Is what you are doing a great thing?" he asked.
"It should not matter to you Zain," she said, angrily.
"You are doing it to punish me?" he asked while walking ahead a bit between her and boy.
His tall build towered her.
The boy who was staring at them felt bored. "Fine," said Kevin and he walked away.
"Look what you've done, you have ruined my date," she said, angrily while pushing him aside.
"Muaza, this is not you, this not you, you are doing it wrong to yourself," he said, calmly.
"This is who I am, this is me, a complete slut," she said while looking into his eyes.
He clenched his teeth.
"No, this is not you, you are not a slut," he said, trying hard to calm himself. He was stuck into deep storms of emotion and anger.
"I am slut darling if you want me to become your slut...I can be..." she was about to complete her sentence when he slapped her in the face.
He lost it.
He took a deep breath.
"Do whatever you like to do," he said, angrily and walked away. Heavy rain was hitting her face, mixing up with her tears.

"Roman, breakfast is ready," she said. He was lying on the couch with the blanket. His head was now less throbbing.
He coughed.
He sat on his usual seat. She sat opposite him and their eyes met for a while stuck into each other.
She looked away instantly.
"What you made?" he asked and uncovered the bowl. His expression changed for a while.
"It's meshed carrots, you will love them and it is light to eat after sickness," she said.
He stared at the bowl for a while. She could never know what he was thinking; he had that much control over his expressions.
She placed the dessert part on her plate. He was still in deep thought. She was about to eat when she heard his deep voice.
"Feed me,"
She was jaw-dropped.

"Mom, I said I will not marry him," screamed Hunza.
"Do you think? We will hear your rubbish. I married your father, for these political purposes and now it is your turn to marry our alliances," said Waliha Wasiq, Hunza and Kashan's mother.
"Mom, mark my final words, I won't do it," screamed Hunza.
Her mother slapped her in the face. Hunza looked at her with unbelievable expressions.
She got up and looked at her mother with angry expressions. She had a sudden urge to hit her mother but somehow, she stopped herself from doing so.
She threw the nearby lamp on the wall.
"You can never be my mom," she said, angrily and walks off.

Hala was screaming and crying. Her room was next to Emaad's room. Wadiya was in the hospital because she had delivered twins the recent month and her blood pressure was not in place.
Emaad was working on his final project when he heard his sister crying.
He got up and rushed to Hala's room. Hala was continuously screaming.
He rushed to her bed and hugged her. She was having a nightmare.
She slapped him and then punched him.
"Hala, wake up," he said, trying to calm her.
"Mom, no, Mom....you cannot do it," she was screaming.
He bit his lower lip to calm himself. He loved his sister dearly. He could not see her in this pain.
"Hala, I am here. Your brother is here," he said while moving his fingers in her hair.
After a while, she was gone calm.
He set her head on the pillow and turned off the lamp.
His eyes were filled with tears and they were turning red due to an overflow of emotions. He got up and walks off.
15 years back
He was painting and it was his first creation. At the age of seven, he was so talented painter. He was so natural. He finished doing the final color and a smile appeared on his face.
"Now you can sit normally," he said to Hala who sitting according to his desired pose.
"Brother, I am tired. Now give me a chocolate cake. I did as you told me to do," said Hala, disappointed.
"Oh come on my little doll, you are so impatient," he said. "Now look what I have made," he said.
She got up from the chair. Her long fairy gown fell from her ankles. He took a few steps reaching ahead to the painting. Her little feet were so cute.
She stood in front of her painting and gasped.
"Emaad, I look like a fairy princess in the photo," she said, excited.
He smiled as if he got the victory.
"Can I show it to Mom," she asked.
"Yeah, sure, it's yours," he said, smiling.
She jumps excitedly and took the painting with her. He chuckled.
He loved his sister dearly.
Only he, her, and mother, Amen Alizai. were close to each other in the house. She and Hala were always distant and afraid of their father, Irfan Alizai. A tough and distant man from his family. He sometimes wondered why they get married, there was no love in their marriage life.
Whenever his dad comes home, he loses his soul.
He was sitting in his thoughts when he heard his sister's screaming.
The paintbrush fell from his little hands and he rushed to the place from where his sister's screams could be heard, his mother's room.
He ran there and the next thing he saw was enough to ruin his life. His mother was laying in the pond of blood lifeless and Hala was crying beside their mother, trying to wake her up. He fell on his knees and lose his conscious.
When he woke up, he saw police in his house and his father was there as well. He was answering the policemen's questions.
"Mr. Alizai, you are the infamous tycoon of this country. What do you think could it be a murder?" asked a journalist. Their house was now filled with Tv personalities and journalists.
"No, my wife was long suffering from mental illness and I think it all happen because of that. She could not handle her stress and depression so she committed suicide," said Irfan.
Emaad looks at his father who had a lot of his features. He knew his mother seemed upset all the time but she could not kill herself. His little brain was taking all the stress and pain at a very fragile age. He looked around for his sister and found her sitting on the stairs. He walks towards her and hugged her.
"Hala, I am here for you, even if Mom is gone," he said, crying.
"I found this on her," she said while giving him a lighter.
He looked at the lighter with amazement. It was a coper body made lighter with a dragon engraved at it.
He lit it up and the fire was showing its warmness, and so does the fire in his eyes.
Present time
He lit up the fire from the lighter.
"Whoever did this to you Mom, I will find him someday," he said while staring at the lighter's fire.
Just then his room opened.
He turned and his father was standing there. He took a deep breath. He was no longer a child who was afraid of his father.
"You have not visited your brothers in the hospital?" asked Irfan.
"I don't find any need to do it," he said and turned to the cupboard.
"They are your brothers," said Irfan, annoyed.
"They are your sons," he said, expressionlessly.
Irfan's knuckle tightened.
"Where is your sister?" he asked.
"She is sleeping. If anything important you can tell me," said Emaad while clenching his teeth.
"This is no way to talk to your father," said Irfan.
"You were my father when my mom was alive but since you remarried you have nothing to do me and Hala," Emaad said, angrily.
"You are my biological son," said Irfan angrily.
"Oh really? Tell me, father, what for you are here? Because as much as I know you. You do not come without any reason," Emaad said while sitting on the bed, arrogantly.
Irfan took another breath. He did not want to fight because he want something from him.
"I have chosen a family for you," he said.
"What?" Emaad said, shocked.
"You have to do it or else you know what status your sister got here," Irfan said.
Emaad clenches his teeth. He could do anything for his sister.
He walks off and a smirk appeared on Irfan's face.