[14] Fidha- His Sister

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"And you agreed?!" Harith was screaming now, on my face. I held myself closer to my head and stared at him. I was feeling so dead now. 'Are you insane?! Famisha...look at me" He caught my face and saw those tears.  I fell above him, crying. 'Hush...look whose a cry baby now. Famisha, we didn't come this far to hear the "I'm a friend' thing from him. We need an answer. A goddamn proper f*****g answer on whether he loves you or not." I nodded and held his hands. A bit of relief. "But how is that possible if you are there, in that hotel?! So listen to me....you are sleeping there, which we cannot help..but at morning, from 6:30 tonight till the sun goes down, you should be here, in this house" Like an order, a planned music thriller, he said with shining eyes. "Don't ask me how! You need to be a cheerful young fresh flower, blooming all places you go, and eventually, you will observe the fact.." "What-t-t?" "That you will be asked, maybe by someone, if best, that granny to wed him" The wed made little sense to me now, but I laughed at the mentioning.  "Feels good to hear, huh?" "Now, come wash your face, smile, and get your bags. That Babloo aunty will come now...", he gritted at the last part, making me chuckle.  I followed him, holding his tiny finger, and made for the outside. My hijab now made my face, and all over I was dressed differently. Not because I had wanted to but because he said a change was best. He said, he knew what was best. Somehow he became this super savior whose decisions made sense to me. After all, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have made it this far. "Okay sweetheart...Yes, get those laddoos and all those sweets, and pancakes, and ..." The young lady stopped and swirled around. Harith fell on her feet, addressing her as 'Ma-aji" to which she said something I couldn't catch suddenly. Then she turned to me and stared. For some reason, I could feel this charisma showering from her. Not the one I got from Babloo aunty and not even from Granny. This seemed different, and also looked so. "Beti, you are...?" "Famisha...Famisha Kareem" I said my full name, for whatever reason, I didn't know. As I bent low to take her blessings, she refused and held my shoulders. Looking at me, she smiled, and for a second, I wished I could stay here, with her. "This is our classmate.....Upset with homework melodrama, she came here" I nodded at the continuous lie. For a fact, I was angry it had to be repeated towards everyone. "That's okay beti...Khuran~~Khuran, come here..", she gestured for a middle-aged brown-clad woman in a white dirty apron whose big body couldn't be for sure, handled in those two tiny legs. Hobbling around, she came into the kitchen at her call and said softly, "Take this girl to the upstairs safe room." But Harith stopped her, "No Ma-aji, Babloo aunty said she could stay in the hotel. She isn't a big fan of heights" But the woman disagreed, "Girls your age shouldn't be allowed so. I know darling, you are brave. But as a guest, as a visitor, Babloo aunty must have forgotten her mannrs. I did in fact hear you were afraid of staying downstairs. This new fear seems to be a new thing", she turned at Harith who gave back a weird smile.  I laughed. "Thank you, Aunty" "Ma-aji...Fami...Ma-aji is more than enough" I nodded, as she looked at me within her shawl and abaya. "Get going. I will see you later, for sure..." She swirled around after a 'Khuda Hafiz" which I returned as per tradition and went back alongside Harith. "Looks like one person knows your lies", I giggled at the tease, for it got him sneering.  "That one person being Fahim's mother...', he gritted, catching my attention. "That was his mother?!" "You didn't know?", he asked, blindly. "No...", my voice faltered.  "Sheesh! A nerd can lack common sense, after all" I slipped my lips into a line and sat back on the couch.  We were upstairs when I heard the sound of footsteps.  There came the sounds of a loud girl and her loud footsteps.  She ran so fast, that I failed to see my extended feet lying across her path. Before my reflex could pull back, she tripped. 'Watch out!" Harith was late. So was I.  She threw herself above my feet and I extended a helpless arm. But I knew she would fall. Slip and hit her head on the ground. I held myself upright and threw the head at the sides so that my arm would be just above her head. After all, any head hit against a hard surface as this rich glassy floor would be bad. Very bad. My head for sure had struck bad but my sudden action had saved her head. Or at least by half. She screeched, "Ouch!" The screech was enough to bring everyone.  I held my head which was now lying on its sides, bleeding. The blood came gushing out without my sight catching it. "Fami, your bleeding...Gosh!", Harith's shocked vocals made my mind dizzy.  I lost a bit of myself on it. The rest came  my pain. Altogether, made me faint.                                                    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Where am-m-m I-I?" "Are you okay?" A young girl. At first glance, pretty. At many glances, really beautiful. Thick mascara, long eyelashes and the smallest forheead possible. A red shawl which was threatening to fall over, away from those locks of curls hanging near her ears. Jumpy earings hung on for life onto those delicate ears and those lips; were ones I couldn't stop staring at. Red cheesy ones, which could grab on any kiss. For a moment, i forgot I was hurt oustdie as my ego was more hurt than ever. "Are you?..Does it hurt?" Now this matured beautiful piece looked as childish as a baby. I gagged at the change but laughed a little., when the pain hit me. It was a momentary head earthquake, if you know how that feels. It began from y forehead and was racing for my neck. "Did I break-k-k something?", I began to get up, when this gorgeous girl corrected the pillow for my comfort. I stared at her, but got distracted when his voice came, "She will be fine, Fidha" I didn't avert gaze. I knew who it was, and right now, it felt like looking wouldn't do me any good. But I saw it. The shadow set of the setting sun, gave me the pleasure of his dark figure in my bed, near my feet. His long shadow he was sitting just beside me, but since I was hurt, I decided to act as if my neck was hurt too so only the view of this gorgeous girl was before me. "I'm-m- fine-e-e..." She sighed, 'I'm sorry, Fami didi. Bhaiyya made me go crazy!" I bit my tongue in the mention. /So you are his sister?!/ Her beauty for a second put me off guard. No doubt, why he too looked stunning. It had been in their blood after all. "Didi?" I met her gaze. "No, its fine....." I smiled at her, when she gave me a grin. Her bunny teeth made her such a child.  "I'm Fidha..the girl who almost killed you!" She put forward a handshake. I held it softly and shook it. My head did catch me then so I settled down without much movement. "When will I be okay, Fidha?" She shrugged, 'I wish I knew....After all, your head did have bleeding. It will take some while for the clot in your head to heal. Besides there is no internal hemorrhage or such. Its just a swelling and the rest will be taken care off by the hot healing. After all, its the head, so we have to be careful" I held my breath in her long speech, "Let me guess, medical student?" She laughed and nodded. "Was. Is now no longer" I creased my forehead, "Why? You didn't complete your education?" She held down her head and looked to her opposite side. I knew who she was glimpsing at.  But I shook away the matter, knowing this was no perfect time for some proper talk as this. "Hey Fidha, the marriage girl should be marrying some big guy, right?" My cheer made her laugh. She nodded, "He is from an Afghan traditional family. They are the Patanis..if you know" I almost gasped. I knew them. Too well, to be fact. "You know?" But I said otheriwse.  "No..but I have heard of them. What's his good name?" She shyily smiled, "Yasir" This time, it was evident. Too much. My inside had frozen. I gasped. And both of them noticed. For I could feel the shadow shifting uncomfortably while she went,  "What?!" I choked and gasped simultaneously. I did it fast enough, and just then like a cliche, the saviour of my present lifetime walked in. Hairth came in with a platter of fruits and water, talking to himself, "Like seriously, fruits for her?! Couldn't some snacks be better-" He stopped on noticing visitors.  "Like seriously, when did you guys reach?" And thankfully, the conversation took a sudden u-turn. However my mind remained stuck. For the name Yasir was playing games. And it kept on doing so. For he was none other than my brother. My biological one. 
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