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for a long time,
she tossed and turned,
unable to sleep,
wondering if maybe, just maybe,
he was awake and thinking of her too.
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Sunlight streamed through the curtains and numerous birds chirped happily outside in the gardens as Mahira lay snoring in the guest room's queen sized bed. Her blissful sleep was cut short when there was a slight knock on the door. When Mahira didn't budge, the knock turned into a heavy pound.
"Oh Godd!" Mahira groaned, finally stirring out of her deep slumber. Peeking at the wall clock with squinted eyes, she could faintly make out that it was 8 am, too early for her own good.
Pushing off the covers with a huff, she padded across the room and opened the oak door to see her mother standing on the other side, a frown etching her soft features.
"Done with your beauty sleep, I suppose. Though it sure doesn't look like it." Ghazala said sarcastically with a tint of a smile while surveying her daughter's dishevelled brown hair and her scrunched up PJ's.
"Someone's in a bad mood." Mahira joked in return but was instead met with her mother's trademark scowl.
"We've been waiting on you. Breakfast's served at 7:30 here. Hurry up and come downstairs."
"How can you expect me to..," Mahira protested but her mother had already left.
She grumbled in annoyance as she looked at the clock again. 8 am, for the love of God. Who had breakfast at 7:30? While Mahira was a morning person through and through, wasn't she on holiday for the time she was here.
Her head pounded horribly and it took all her strength to make her way to the bathroom. •
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In a span of thirty minutes, Mahira had showered, dried her hair and was now clad in a white kurta and cigarette pants with her all time favourite khussas complimenting her outfit. Pleased with her appearance, she descended the grand staircase and made her way towards the dining room.
As she neared the dining area, Mahira could almost make out Aunt Naureen's soft voice, her mother's breezy laugh, and another more manlier voice.
Mahira stilled in her tracks when she realised who the voice belonged to. Memories of last night flooded her mind, making her blood boil again.
With Fawad's recent distant attitude, Mahira had expected and hoped that he'd try to avoid family confrontations at all costs. But there he was, chatting away with her mother, his impoliteness of last night long forgotten.
Mahira almost considered returning to her room and excusing her absence later but decided against it when she realised that hiding was not an option. Suck it up, Mahira! She chided herself and entered the dining room.
• A/N Trying to keep the chapters short and crisp for an easy read. Bear with me, my fellow Fahira shippers, as things are just about to get interesting.
