"Was that fucktard able to shoot her or Irtaza?" Khurram osmani asked him on the phone.
"No, he failed." the man told.
"Bastard. How's that possible!"
"Irtaza reached there on time and shot him before he could shot Zahra"
"What's the damn situation?!"
"The other two are now shifted to the warehouse near the airport."
"Can you do the same fucking thing with Shoaib now?"
"No, that warehouse is heavily secured, the number of guards has increased and CCTV cameras are fitted their. Its not possible. Irtaza is being more vigilant now, its not easy to outwit him"
"I fucking now. He is so damn fucking clever. I don't know. I want him dead somehow. This consignment shipping has to cease, you listen me, otherwise we all will be doomed with the amount of power he'll get from the Russians and the Irish's"
"He is coming to Dir by the end of this week, you can finish him then"
"Ah, what a piece of news. Why you didn't tell me this before, fucktard?!" Khurram cussed again, one of his habit to cuss in his every statement.
"I was about to"
"Where did you get this news from?"
"I have my resources"
"Nice. Now I've to call the head of Talibans, they should be ready to serve him"
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Two days passed since that incident as she settled herself into her new routine. She invested all her time and concentration to studies and just had small encounters with Irtaza on lunch or dinner. But at night, her lonliness always took a toll on her, increasing her depression.
The next morning she woke up super early. Last night, she again cried herself to sleep due to depression. Everything that happened two days ago and the fact that she tried to kill someone was so unsettling and disturbing for her, it doubled her depression every now and then.
Right now she was in the kitchen, trying to gather utensils and ingredients for coffee. As she was new, she certainly had no idea which thing is placed where. She found everything, sugar, milk but couldn't find the coffee beans, though after checking millions of jars, peeking in thousands of cabinet, she couldn't find any. And now, she was gawking at that cabinet which gave her vibes that coffee beans are inside there.
She so wanted the coffee to ease her headache a bit, due to her crying all night otherwise she'd have ended her hunt a long time ago.
She moved her hand towards the cabinet's handle and it was out of her reach.
'Am I this small?' She thought with dismay.
She again tried this time, getting on her toes and lifting her heels off the ground but still her hand couldn't grasp the handle. She tried again, like that thirsty crow, but it was out of her reach. This time, she was trying to stand on the kitchen island to get to the handle but failed. Now, she stood on her toes to the fullest and grasped the lower end of the handle but couldn't open the capinet.
Trying for the umpteenth time, she got tired and sat on the kitchen island, sighing. Her toes hurt now. She couldn't reach the handle and that saddened her. She didn't know why, she was being sensitive over the tiniest of the things past days. And that too brought tears in her eyes that her height was so small that she wasn't able to reach the handle, when her eyes fell on the small stool placed near the door and her eyes cried out now tears of joy.
She happily got up and dragged that stool from the door to the desired cabinet. She was indeed like that thirsty crow.
"Now am gonna get you my beautiful coffee" she muttered to herself whilst standing up on the stool and looked at the cabinet, her eyes twinkling now. She opened the cabinet and then begin and gasped again with the number of jars placed inside.
Sighing, she began to go through each jar, opening their lids, peeking in and then putting them back. Her mind totally occupied by the task. She opened the lid of one jar, and again didn't get what she wanted.
"Where is the god damn coffee?!" she cussed, a frown etched on her face.
"Rise and shine, senorita" Irtaza's voice suddenly reached her ears and her eyes widened with surprise as she sharply turned around and that was when she did the mistake. She immediately lost her footing and begin to fall to the ground.
And his legs moved fast as he straight away grasped her before she fell to the ground. Her hands now tucked around the back of his neck while his on her waist. His grey eyes boring into hers, totally captivating them.
He was shirtless, water droplets dripping down his well built muscles as he just had a shower.
"What were you doing up there?" he asked with concern.
She got nervous, immediately but she didn't want to show it so her eyes casted down.
"I...nothing"
"Hmn" he hummed in response, slightly nodding his head when all of a sudden, he caught her thighs making her lose her balance and before she could fall, he immediately placed her butt on the kitchen island. Seperating her legs, he stood between them as he pushed her forward, there breaths now mingling with each other.
"Wha...wh..at-?" she stuttered, her voice getting trapped inside her throat.
"Did I stutter?" he asked, his forfinger and thumb perching her chin gently and raising her head to meet her eyes but she kept them casting down, she didn't want to show her nervousness to him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a single go, thanking her stars that she didn't stutter.
"I guess I'm allowed to come to the kitchen of my house. Hmn?"
"You're....but le..tt me go" she demanded, trying to break the cage of his muscular arms which rested by her side.
On this, he removed his hand from her waists and placed them on kitchen island next to her, leaning forward.
"Now, what were you doing up there?"
"I was...try...ing to find some...th..ing" she again stuttered, her nervousness taking the best of her.
"I guess, we need to do something of this stutter Zahra."
"I didn't stutter" she denied, her eyes still casted down.
"Are you sure? But I heard someone stuttering just a few moments ago, guess it wasn't you"
"Yes I didn't" she shook her head innocently.
"Then prove it to me. Look straight in my eyes"
"No, you're making me nerv...ous" she blurted out the truth.
"Ahaan. But that doesn't mean you can't look in my eyes?"
"It will make me mo...re nervous" she said in a hushed tone, biting her lips
"That is seductive" he whispered, while releasing her lips from her teeth and pecking her there.
"Huh?" she immediately rose her eyes and met his for nanoseconds.
"Have you been crying?" he asked, a frown etching on his face.
"No..I wa..sn't" she shook her head in negative. Again, that feeling hit her, she didn't want to expose her vulnerable side to anyone.
She wasn't a cry baby!
"But your swollen eyes say otherwise"
"I wasn't"
"Senorita," he whispered, his face now just few inches away from hers, "I don't like to be lied to" he said in a hushed tone with a menacing touch to it and that instantly caused her to look upwards towards him, what he wanted since he had entered into the kitchen, to look into her eyes but she was constantly looking away.
"That's better" he commented when her eyes met his.
But he immediately realized, it wasn't better, not for him, as her eyes again reflected that distrustfulness towards him. Her squirming, her widened eyes, her slightly noticeable shaky breath told him that she wasn't comfortable around him and it again caused a pang of guilt on his heart.
"I want to go" she whispered, her eyes moving down again, her lashes shadowing her cheeks.
He didn't move, not an inch but just stared at her face like a mad man. Not for a moment, after that, she looked at him. There was a time, when he used to witness happiness in her eyes when he was around him, her trust for him was evident in his eyes, she was comfortable enough to share her thoughts and feelings with him. He treated her with love and gave her utmost respect, fulfilled her every whim and in return got her trust.
But his vengeful feelings towards her destroyed that comfort zone, it distorted their relation, it crushed everything but this revenge inside him was brewed up by her, herself and he wasn't a person to take betrayal easily.
There was a clash running inside him, the peace of his days and nights were taken away, whenever he closes his eyes, he saw a pair of brown eyes filled with mistrust and complains, all directed towards him.
"I wan..t"
"Go" Irtaza said and backed away. She immediately scuttled away, running away from the kitchen for her dear life, her coffee long forgotten.