CHAPTER FOUR

He had been absorbed in the thoughts for her, for the entire week. On the other hand, she was enjoying, also teasing him by her rude behaviour. She sent him an SMS as: Dear boy, how you feel now, about love?

He sent her in reply as: I want to talk to you, have spare time, now for me?

She called him after a few minutes.

“Azra, do you really love me or just playing with me?”

“I cannot say, because your teacher is not far away. I’ll call you when I reach at the decision.”

She cut the phone.

He felt like he was again driven towards a fool’s limbo by her. On next Saturday evening he received her call when he was busy surfing on internet.

“What are you doing, Wajahat?”

“Doing nothing! Just passing my time while driven in limbo by you.”

“Again whining like a blue-eyed child. Be a man and face the real world.”

“Fine, and then?”

“I am coming within an hour or less at your flat. I am visiting someone and will visit you after it.”

“I can understand, hmm, for a trysting place?”

“Villager, just wait!”

She chewed her words and then cut the phone. He went into the kitchen to prepare his dinner before her arrival.

She rang the doorbell of his flat while his dinner was almost prepared for two.

“Azra, my love, come!”

He said after opening the door for her. He could see she was again in a fine cotton dress that was becoming her, like cut and chosen by her for the occasion.

“So, even you’ve reached at the decision, already and single handedly?”

“Yes, I think you’ve accepted my love proposal.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“You’ve burned me enough. Now you should give your verdict tonight. Have dinner with me and we can talk over the dinner.”

“Is there anything sedative in the dinner?”

“No, I’ve to dine with you as well. I usually prepare my dinner at the same time, everyday.”

“Hmm, everyday. Cheap words! Just let me wash my hands.”

She chewed the words again and turned to walk into the bathroom.

“Why, have you done something wrong by your most tender and beautiful hands?”

“Poor boy, there are not that tender. It can smack on your asshole face.”

She said and quickly entered into the bathroom. He tabled the dinner while she washed her hands.

“So, you like chicken?”

“Yes, I think you’ll also like the way I cook.”

“Let’s taste and find how you cook?”

She seated on a chair and tasted the meal he made.

“You cook very fine, really.”

“Thank you for such rare appreciation of my work.”

She cast a look towards him with a grimace then turned her face towards the meal. He remained silent until both of them finished their meals. He seemed less convinced with her friendlier behavior because in his views she could turn rude at any moment.

“I think I should leave now?”

She said while wiping her lips with tissue paper. He was fascinated with the view of her pink full lips appeared more beautiful after she wiped them out.

“What, villager?”

She asked while he was again staring at her in his innocent gaze.

“Nothing! Why not have a coffee with me?”

“No, now sitting with a dunce silently is much boring.”

“I just kept myself quiet during the dinner. I considered it could agitate you.”

“But I’ve to leave now.”

“Just wait for a few minutes more. I’ll prepare it in no time.”

He stood and walked quickly towards the kitchen. In no time he made the coffee.

“Now, tell me darling, are you serious or it’s just playing with a young man’s emotions?”

“Young asshole, I told you don’t reach at the verdict that early. You, villager!”

She said with less stress on her face. He welcomed her with a chuckle.

“Thank you for the dinner, and also for the coffee.”

She said and stood at once.

He approached towards her quickly and held her tightly that astonished her now.

“Just leave me, villager!”

“Can I kiss you, sweetheart? I know you also love me but just tantalizing me.”

“I just want to leave now.”

“The first of love!”

He said now looking deeply into her green penetrating eyes. He could see she was curious and somehow shy while taken by him much tightly.

“Fine but promise me, you’ll leave me then?”

He just nodded and gave her a long lingering kiss. He then unbound her by his grasp.

“You’re a naughty stupid villager. Your clasp is much tight. You’re a man like Jack the Ripper. Still a woman can think about you.”

She said with heavy tone and then walked quickly towards the door.

‘Oh! Hot sweet lips!’

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From the next day he was again busy in his work and still thinking about her, planning that how to win her heart? He received his teacher’s call the next week even he was expecting her.

“Wajahat, what’s happened to you?”

“Nothing sir! Is there any complain you received about me?”

“Naughty, young man. I am not talking about such things. The date for the external candidate would expire within few days.”

“Sir, I am not interested in this subject any longer.”

“Why, don’t live your life upon whims, young man? What are you doing with your life? Now, listen carefully. You’ve to enroll yourself this year. If you don’t find interest in English then you can do it in any other subject. Like IR, economics, or even in philosophy. I remember that you liked the subject.”

“Yes, you’re right sir, but for few weeks I feel like I’ve little interest in further studies. I think I’ve to decide and then think about it the next year. I’ll surely join the university as a regular candidate.”

“Fine, if it’s your wish and plan then what can I say? But remember me during all of this time. I’ll guide you further. Bye!”

“Thank you, sir. Bye!”

He cut the phone. After two days he called her.

“Wajahat, I’ll call you later.”

“Just listen, sweetheart!”

She cut the phone without hearing the last word. He waited until she called him late in the night.

“Azra, don’t tease me more. I just…”

“You’re a dunce and slow fellow. Also a rascal. I am a married woman.”

“Just remember your words that still I am capable of being loved by a beautiful ripe woman.”

“You almost ruined your chance.”

“Darling, why not meet at the beach? The weather is so good and the autumn of hot city is much soothing. We can feel the breeze running through our veins.”

“Again, old fashioned useless words! Shame on you, villager!”

“So then why not meet me at my flat?”

“No, if you’ll persist then I’ll untie this deal.”

“Which deal, sweet lips?”

“Don’t try to flirt with me. It was your luck.”

“Then just give me another chance. This time no luck.”

“What will you do in your chance? Maybe the last one.”

“What the lovers do in the bedroom, inside the cozy bed?”

She cut the phone again without hearing his last words.