[15] Yasir
1120 Words
'Yasir"
I kept screaming the name inside my mind, that I failed to concentrate on anything. Harith who had been feeding me porridge was turning irritated when I was no longer listening to him,
'Hye nerd bag, what was I saying right now?"
I remained frozen, staring straightforward at the door.
"Hey!!"
My eyes rushed to his in shock. He was staring at my eyes like I had done something wrong.
"Wha-at?"
He shook his head, annoyed.
"Seriously? You didn't even laugh at my good jokes. Gosh! Did you hear them?"
I shrugged.
"What is wrong with you?", he kept the porridge aside and moved to my side. Shifting to the bed, he closed the curtains and asked softly,
'I have been noticing for quite some while. Is it Fahim?"
I shook my head. My confidence was dripping after all. Now, even thinking as to why this trip was necessary.
"Then what?! From that moment, when Fidha and he walked in, you have been strange. Six hours have passed and its night time, yet you're still stuck in this zone which I can't seem to comprehend"
I met his gaze. He was damn serious.
"You're so serious now..."
My lips turned into a smile, making him slam his head.
"Wah! So the big dumb Joke-head cutie guy, Harith can be serious too?"
He exhaled and asked nonchalantly,
"Out with it, okay?"
I nodded.
"Is it confidential to an extent I shouldn't-"
"Fidha is marrying my brother"
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"But that is freaking hell nonsense!"
Harith hadn't settled down for an hour, while I lay, helpless on my bed, not being able to move my head so well from the bandage and clotting process.
"Which means, you are Patani?"
I nodded.
"But you aren't Famisha Patani.."
I sighed,
"I hated that, so I changed it"
"Oh!"
He looked hysteric when I shifted my gaze to him.
"I'm no girl of my family, Harith. I hated them for being so typical of girls. They even asked me to quit my career so they could marry me off to some big family. I kept being a revolutionary without any throwbacks. So I got thrown out"
"Thrown out?!", he gasped, with a palm over his mouth.
"yeah! Why, can only boys be thrown out?"
I held my face like an annoyed boxer whose WWE match wasn't going well.
"Yeah...okay..."
"So I came here. With a few part times, I gathered money and applied. Eventually, I understood I will be able to make it by acting as Farhan's sister."
'So you guys are not siblings?!"
I sneered,
"Why would siblings marry, dumbhead?"
He realized and nodded, simultaneously.
"So, you don't wanna marry him ?"
I sighed, "Guess there is no option now....the entire family adores him and says there is none like him, in other wealthy families too"
"Fatty Farhan..."
My gaze rushed to him in the insult. He shrugged,
"What? It's not like you love him..."
I exhaled. He was right.
"So then, why did you help him on paying back Fahim?"
"Not paying back. It's just the image I had of him. Farhan let me know in advance about him, even before school. He told me about the past. About the long story, not a soul had forgotten in the college days, and how Farhan had felt so bad, he had had days at the self-treatment center back in Jediah"
"And besides, Fahim didn't have a better image here too. He was a classic bully, gave off a badass attitude, and never did anything other than dissing people off. But when you told me his story, and when he began to change under my company...I don't know... some matters didn't match up..."
'I guess it changed my perspective of him..."
He sat on the stool again and folded his arms,
"But seriously, you didn't even know your bother was getting married?"
I shrugged. This was the worst part I had to face.
"You didn't?!"
I shook my head.
"Okay"
He didn't ask for the reason.
But I told him.
"I was thrown out. So basically, it means, anything auspicious or lovely happening would be without me knowing."
"So you don't want to know?"
I held back a tear.
I kept shaking my head.
"Hey ...hey...look", who shifted to my side and cuddled my head. It would have pained at any movement but this didn't feel so.
"You miss them, don't you?"
I bit my lower lip. I wished I wouldn't cry under this.
He stared into my eyes, taking both in one.
"I know you do. Girls are way more attached to family then us. We can never be perfect, can we? But girls were born with that something. Perfect in beauty, multi-tasking, forgiving, loving and most of all; not forgetting. The latter being good at times, but the worst when it comes to being the worst"
My eyes were swollen now. My gaze began to drip down in its ingredients slowly by slowly.
"Yeah, let it go...let your sadness down...."
His fingers were at the back of my head, and his fingers intertwined with mine.
"You miss him?"
I nodded.
"Yasirr-r- always talked about his marriage. It would be with flowers-s-s, and beauty and a lots of friends and family. The girl of his dream would be there. He would make it amazing, and I would be the ...best woman!"
My sniffles came as sobs, finally ending in weep.
My mucuos and saliva got no end to which poor Harith's sleeve had to suffer the torture.
"Ugh!"
He actually turned disgusted for a minute, but relented in without a choice.
"Now I'm not even the best woman, not even known about his marriag-"
Ring Ring!
A phone had begun to ring. Harith turned around and found it from the pink sash bag at the corner. Ofcourse, it was my phone but I just couldn't recognise it for a moment. He picked it up and with the phone's back to my face, smiled,
"Funny ay?"
He turned the blue cover of the Samsung Galaxy S5 to show me the caller.
I shrivelled.
He grinned,
"Shall I do the honours?"
I bit my lip.
My mind was running around so much.
"Hey Fahim..."
"Yeah, I'm with her. Why?"
'Huh? but why?"
I held my breath.
"Okay, I will let her know"
The phone went blank.
He then met my gaze.
"He wants you to shift to the hotel, with me. Also, he too is moving there"
I held my breath.
"Tomorrow, morning 6. And...he also mentioned...he especially wants to take care of you"
A wink and Harith was laughing.
But my mind was elsewhere.
/If Yasir is marrying Fidha.....then.../
/Then....won't he be my brother-in law.......?/
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