Vasl-e-Yaar

7

Warning: This chapter doesn't have translations but I'll add them soon.

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The rustle bustle of trees due to the wind, the light drizzle falling from the sky did no effect to her.
A girl who was dressed in a nude pink tracksuit, her long hair tied up in a high ponytail wearing white sneakers with them was climbing up the pipe that went along with the wall.

"Kaisa pipe hai ye? Grip hi nahi hai...." She muttered dusting her hand off her joggers.

(What kind of a pipe is this? Doesn't have a grip...)

Her jet black hair were mixing with the night.
Her dusky skin was shining due to the moonlight.
And as always, a big grin was on her face.

Taking a deep breath, she used all of her force and then took a swing and directly fell inside the window outside which the pipe was.

The room was pitch black.
Her eyes scanned every details inside of it which she knows very well.
She could see an expensive coat hanging on the royal armchair in the room and a discarded shirt above it.

The heater was switched on at minimal temperature making the atmosphere cozy.
It was then her eyes moved to the large king sized bed where a man was laying down on his stomach, a blanket covering his lower body.

She could see his broad back, the taut muscles due to the moonlight.

A grin formed on her face and she tip toed towards the bed.
She sat herself on the space beside him and towered over his laying figure.

"Utho..." She whispered picking at his back with her small fingers.

There wasn't any reaction from him.
"Offo.....Wajeeh....utho..." She whispered again.

(Ufff.....Wajeeh.....wake up....)

A groan was heard as Wajeeh's eyes fluttered open.
Blinking fast, he tried looking at his surroundings and was surprised to see Zaara towering over him.
And then he sighed.

"I have gone completely insane....." Muttering this, Wajeeh was about to lay back down when he was again shook to life.
He felt as if he was dreaming. He obviously couldn't believe that Zaara was towering over him right now.

"Wajeeh, utho. Mai hu." Zaara said a bit louder this time.

(Wajeeh, wake up. It's me.)

In a flash Wajeeh bolted up from his bed that made Zaara fall down due to the sudden force.
A loud oomph left her lips as she cried in pain.

"Ye kya kiya?" She huffed rubbing her back.

(What have you done?)

Wajeeh cursed under his breath and got down from his bed in a fast speed.
He helped Zaara to get up and then carried her to the bed all the while holding her hand.

"I am expecting an apology." She muttered rubbing her back.

She was sitting on the bed,a frown on her fave and her hand rubbing the spot on her back that pained due to the fall.

"So am I after witnessing a random woman breaking into my room in the midnight." Wajeeh shot back.

He was standing in front of her with his hands over his waist, the 6'1 height making him look like a tower in front of her.

"I am a random woman for you now?" Zaara tried to appear all sad, a pout on her lips.

"Uhhh....I mean...."