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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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Mahira woke up early the next morning. The sun had just risen, casting an enigmatic glow in the sky amid hues of pink and blue.As she looked outside through her room's window, she could see wisps of clouds hanging loosely in the sky. Mahira smiled. It was her favourite kind of weather.
She hurriedly changed into a pair of black breaches and a lilac t-shirt. Tying up her hair in a ponytail, she pondered on her mother's words.
She would never take up Fawad's offer just because he was handsome or that she was intimidated by him. She was genuinely curious about the workings of the stable that produced such great horses. Glad that she had straightened out her thoughts, she let out a sigh of relief and headed downstairs.
The Manzil was eerily quiet as she made her way down the grand staircase. There was no one about, unlike in the day hours where there was always some bustle. In it's tranquility, the Manzil seemed like an endless void.
Finally reaching the foyer, she sat down on a settee in wait. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was 7:10 and there was no sign of Fawad anywhere. Hadn't he said that he'd be here exactly at 7?
Way to be punctual, she groaned internally, knowing that she was probably looking like a clumsy, desperate fool, sitting there all by herself. It would truly be no surprise to her if he didn't show up at all. After all, he never had seemed like the person who'd go out of his way for someone he barely knew.
"What on earth is wrong with me?" She facepalmed herself, not aware of the looming figure that had emerged from the kitchen.
"Going through an existential crisis, are we?"
Mahira whipped around, only to find the man of the hour in the kitchen doorway, one of his hands clasped around a paper bag.
She saw his eyes roam her length once and she suddenly grew insecure.
Get a grip, Mahira, she scolded herself.
"Yes, I suppose I have them more than most people." Mahira breathed a sigh of relief, surprised that he had kept his word.
A small smirk tugged at his lips.
"Good to see that you're aware of the riding attire." And then he was back to his usual arrogant self.
Mahira's blood boiled. She wanted to say a lot of things but decided not do. It wouldn't be of any use anyway.
"We should head out now." Fawad started to make his way towards the Manzil's entrance, not before handing Mahira the paper bag.
Peeking inside, she saw that it contained croissants, apples and a water bottle. Her stomach grumbled at the sight. It was only then that she realised the peculiarity of the time. Why were they leaving without having breakfast with the others?
As Fawad marched forward, she followed closely behind, enjoying the serene atmosphere. To her annoyance, Fawad walked directly in front of her and so she could not help but notice how handsome he looked. With his black fitted pants and a white shirt that stuck to his lean figure, he looked heavenly. Her mother was right, in a way.
