Humsafar .

seventeen

Chapter 17.

Just drop it already.

Hassan x Anaaya.

"Ahmad?" Hassan questioned with a dramatic sigh, not bothering to even hide the bitterness in his voice.

They had just been so intimate, so into each other, so close, he had her writhing beneath him and she just had to kill the whole mood by bringing him up.

Anaaya frowned.

"Yeah, why?" She asked, trying to understand his reaction.

He had stated he had no problem with him, he only had problem with the fact that she lied that one time. So why was his tone so bitter?

Hassan clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"Nothing, alright, why don't you go downstairs and I'll just sleep. Hmm?" He suggested, feigning a yawn.

She shook her head. Ah ah no.

She stood up from the bed, cleaning herself off with another wet towel, pulling her pants back up and wearing her clothes, she tied her hair into a pony tail.

She sprayed some cologne over herself and in the meantime looked at him, resting on his back.

She patted his shoulder.

"Come on, my parents must want to talk to you too." He groaned.

Anaaya patted his shoulder again.

"Come on, Hassan. You can sleep when we reach Lahore." Hassan sighed, knowing damn well that she wouldn't leave him until he got up.

Besides, she spent every day with his family, it wouldn't hurt him to do the same.

"Fine, okay." He said dragging himself up and wearing the vest that he had been wearing before he fell asleep.

She walked down the stairs along with him, she could sense his grumpy attitude but chose to ignore it, smiling at her parents and Ahmad who were all drinking tea in the tv lounge.

She sat beside her father and Hassan sat in front of them, adjacent to Ahmad.

"Hassan, beta chai chahiye? (You want some tea?)"

Hassan nodded eagerly, atleast the tea would cure his tiredness.

"Sure, aunty." He replied, his head leaning against the sofa as he heard Anaaya and her father argue over Imran Khan and Nawaz Shareef.

Meanwhile his mother in law served him a mug of tea along with a bowl of biscuits.

Anaaya would quarell and he would shake his head, looking at her in amusement.

Ahmad would interfere in the conversation, talking about some other party and how they were better.

As Anaaya and her parents started talking, Ahmad turned towards Hassan. Both of the men hadn't greeted each other before.

"So how are you..man?" Ahmad asked, Hassan bobbed his head, taking a sip of his tea. 

"Good. You?" His answer was curt and simple.

"I'm fine," Ahmad replied and Hassan turned away, not bothering to prolong the conversation.

Anaaya's parents felt it, the tension between the two men but chose to not say anything, infact Anaaya kept getting questioning glances from her mother, embarassing her more.

A few minutes later, the couple started to bid their goodbyes, since their flight was scheduled earlier than the actual time, Hassan met her parents, leaving Ahmad out and not shaking a hand with him.

Anaaya sighed, looking at Ahmad as she mumbled a goodbye and a sorry. He shook his head, telling her it didn't matter.

The couple got driven to the airport, the ride to the airport and then the one in the aircraft, filled with silence.

Anaaya had a storm raising inside of her, she wanted to know why. Why did he have to embarass her like that? Why did he act so cocky? It wasn't like him. Her best friend in the entire world was insulted indirectly by her own husband.

She wrote on her laptop the entire way, her fingers typing in hard on the laptop. Hassan peaked a few glances at the screen and saw her writing for work.

Men; the unpredictable kind.

It's the hypocrisy of men that baffles women the most. They say they don't have a problem and yet their attitude potrays differently. Women are known to be unpredictable, but men? They aren't too undeserving of the title.

The few sentences he had managed to read made him raise his eyes, but instead of asking her about it, he let her work and closed his eyes for the one hour flight.

When they reached Lahore, the couple sat in their car. Hassan gave the driver an off, deciding to drive home on his own.

Anaaya was calm and silent, it wasn't until she received a long paragraph as a message from Ahmad that ticked her off.

So today was confusing and humiliating too, considering your husband kept throwing daggers at me with his eyes. I know we shared a different bond but we have been friends since a long time, that means much more than a stupid friends with benefits thing that we did for a while. , just talk it out with him. Hope you reached safe, Naaya. Love you panda❤

She glared at Hassan.

"Seriously Hassan? You told me you had no problem with Ahmad and I? Then why were you so rude to him?" He looked at her with his eyes raised, her sudden outburst causing him to throw an annoyed glance at her.

"Just because I didn't talk to him, doesn't mean I was rude." He replied in montone, looking straight ahead and driving home.

Anaaya scoffed as he continued.

"And just because I don't have a problem with you both being friends, doesn't mean I have to be nice to him." He completed.

"That's real petty. I thought you were mature than that." She remarked, now that pissed him off.

He suddenly stopped the car, looking at her in anger.

"Excuse me?" He questioned with a glare. She rolled her eyes, looking away.

"Nothing.." She mumbled, and he started to drive again.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." He stated

"Why is this such a big deal anyway?" She said after a while, the traffic in Lahore and the noise because of it made his head hurt as they got stuck in the jam yet again.

He glanced at his wife, who was waiting for an answer. 

"I didn't make it out to be a big deal, you're the one biting my head off over this." At his response, she groaned.

"Because it was embarrassing. My parents were there, they must think you're some sort of arrogant person." She argued, he doubted that.

"Your parents know me well so just don't even go there."

"And Ahmad? What must he think? Hmm? That his bestfriend's husband is-" She got interrupted by him, his voice loud and firm.

"Is what? Haan? And I don't give a f**k about what he thinks." He cursed, Anaaya didn't back away.

"And me? He's my best friend, I want you guys to get along." She fired back, telling him how important this was for her.

Hassan was already angry, the pent up stress from work and then that Ahmad guy managed to piss him off even further, he didn't need s**t from Anaaya too.

"He's the man you used to be intimate with, you really think I can get along with a man who was this close to f*****g my wife?!" He exclaimed and at this small show of anger, Anaaya understood why Rania had begged her not to tell him.

She had seen the gentle side of him, forgetting that there were several sides to a person.

"Hassan!" She felt hurt at the accusation, the way he said those words, it was shocking.

"What Anaaya? What do you want?" He asked exasperated, his head bursting from ache.

"What do you want Hassan? Are you going to be one of those controlling freaks who stop their wives from being friends with other men?" She yelled this time, not bothering to stay calm anymore.

Hassan clicked his tongue again. She didn't understand, did she?

"No. That's your life, it's your choice. You can be friends with him all you want, what you can't expect is for me to do the same." He explained, making her blow out a breath.

"But-" She got interrupted again as he raised a hand, telling her to drop this conversation.

"Just stop arguing, alright? Drop it already." They reached their home and she got out of the car as soon as he parked the car.

"Fine, do whatever you want." She said slamming the door loudly.

"I always do." He said back, getting out himself.

Both of them now understood that they had another thing in common.

Stubbornness.