Like Chalk And Cheese [Completed]

Talk?

So he remembered. God, why couldn’t he love me back. Tears stung my ears as a lump formed in my throat.

“Do you think you can take a few days off from college? I’ll get you a ticket so you’d fly here, and-”

“No!” I stopped him, my voice more of a whine, before his words could result in fanciful thoughts in my mind, ones that were never going to come true, ones that were capable of inducing hurt. “No, Agha Hasan, I don’t want to go on holidays with you.” With that I hung up, just as a sob escaped my lips.

---

A thunderstorm came two days later, roaring and howling without any hesitation with all its might. Clouds clashed in the terrifying night sky as if a loved one had died, as if they were too full of grief, as powerful flashes of lightning kept piercing the sky.

Amir had left me at his usual time, leaving me once again all alone in the house. The loud rumbling outside further heightened my sense of abandonment, making it impossible to doze off. The deafening silence of the house, the absence of any other living soul only indicated towards the presence of some other harrowing spirits.

At one point, when the clock had struck some time past midnight, and I had had enough of turning and tossing on the bed, I got off and left the room. Without thinking twice, I opened the door, stepped in, closed it behind me, and restraining myself from looking around, I went to the bed and lied down, pulling the comforter up to my nose. The comforter that he owned, the bed that he slept on.

Sleep came eventually, not immediately, and I dozed off in his room.

---

Owing to the sheer bizarreness of the coincidence, I woke up the next morning and padded to the kitchen to see if Amir had arrived, to tell him I was in no mood of breakfast today if he had, but the person I found in there instead had me frozen on the spot.

Bravo. You guessed it right. It was none other than his majesty himself.

My eyes widened as I took his sight in, and heat spiked up to my face and ears and neck as the realisation that he might have seen me sleeping in his room and on his bed dawned on me. He didn’t have the blazer on, and the tie hung loosely around his neck. Ruffled hair was falling down on his forehead, and his overall posture said that he was tired. When I had stepped into the kitchen I’d found him leaning his back against the counter, drinking in some juice. On my sight though, he brought the glass down, and placing it on the counter, he greeted me, with a smile adorning his face. “Good morning.”

I didn’t know what to make of his sudden change in behaviour. Maybe things with Reeba turned out good, maybe she was still ready to accept him after knowing that he was already married. Infact, I would give anything to know what goes on in his blasted mind, if that meant I could keep my sanity intact. I merely gawked at him like a moron, my lips sealed and face burning.

“Slept good?”

Why was he asking me that? He had never asked me that before. Was he implying something? Was he asking if I slept good on his bed? I bobbed my head in my frenzy, trying to come up with proper coherent words.

“When is your first class today?” he asked.

I  fluidly ignored his question, focing instead on how to excuse sleeping in his room. “I,I,um, it was raining crazy last night and, and I, well, I couldn’t-”

“I asked about your class today, Warda.” He cut in.

Fine. So he wanted to pretend he didn’t see me, didn’t want to bring it up, let it slide like he always lets my mistakes too. If that’s what he wanted. I swallowed and opened my mouth once again. “At 9:00.”