Khalid's POV: ~Flashback~
Yousuf and I went towards the garden, it was a plan I had come up with. We would run in, grab the Persian cat and leave. Smooth and easy, or so I thought. I could afford ten such cats but what was the fun in that? Stealing has its own charms. Besides, I would return it once I got bored of it, so it could be called borrowing.
As planned we went to the entrance, it had the tiniest gate, a gate so frail that you could knock it down with a single kick. Your kick should be aimed towards the wooden part for the steel lock shall hurt if kicked, obviously. However, we could not do that for we had to steal the cat at night. Noise would attract attention and that was the last thing we sought for.
Climbing over was the easiest alternative and we did exactly that. Apart from a ripped shirt from the nails on the gate we made through just fine. We broke into a run after going over it. I could make out exactly where the room was, for a bulb had been lit inside it. The old lady-the owner of the Persian cat must have been sitting on her rocking chair. It was quite easy to make out really for it was a habit of hers.
I peaked in through the slightly ajar door, she had fallen asleep with her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. I opened the door, looked towards the right and then the left. The cat's basket had been placed beside the fireplace. I motioned for Yousuf to stay outside, I wanted to do it all myself. I moved forward, my objective so within reach. Alas, it was not to be. I felt a hand grip me by the collar, I tensed up. Whoever could it be?
"Khalid, tum yahan kia kar rahay ho?(what are you doing here?)" It was Fahad-Fahad the tall, skinny twelve year old who was adored by every single adult in the village, excluding the 'Bakhtawar family'. He was tall-yes, but I was way stronger than him. I shrugged his hand off of my shirt. I had to make him shut up and go away, or the old 'khatoon'(lady) would get up and then things would get ugly.
I glared at Yusuf, why hadn't he warned me of Fahad's presence? He shrugged his shoulders; he hadn't detected his approach either. I glared up at Fahad. He had crossed his arms across his chest and he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Tum yahan say fauran chalay jao Fahad warna kal Hadiyah Kay sath kuch bura hoga.(Fahad leave right now or something very bad will happen to Hadiyah tomorrow.)" I said in the scariest voice I could muster. His face changed colour, making me chuckle silently. He took Hadiyah's wellbeing to heart, much to my advantage. I'd always force him to do things for me, I'd just threaten to do something bad to Hadiyah and smack; Fahad would turn to Jelly.
"Mai kaheen naheen ja raha, aur Hadiyah ko tau tum tab kuch kahogay na jab mai tumhay kuch kehnay doonga.( I'm not going anywhere, besides you'll be able to harm her only if I will let you."
"And how exactly will you stop me?"
"You'll see when such a time comes."
"Is that a challenge?"
"You bet it is!"
"Very well I'd love to see you protect her tomorrow." I said and left from where we had entered, Yousuf closely following me. I could feel it, he didn't want to be left alone with Fahad. I'll admit Fahad is a strong guy. I'm fond of such challenges, as you must have already guessed. I have the perfect plan to agitate the hell out of Fahad Ali.
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