Kuch Baaki Hai.

CHAPTER 4

"Khuda se bhi na darne wala insaan,
Ishq mein hadd se jyaada darne lagta hai."
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"Kab jaana hai India?"

"Jab flight ho...at the earliest."

"Okay. "

"mm...Shahzeb."

"Ha?"

"Tum Afghanistan mein kabse ho? "

'Main Afghanistan ka hi hu...Born and brought up here."

"Tum kya kaam karte ho? "

"Bata nahi sakta."

"Oh...Okk.. kyun?"

"Its personal."

"Par kaam toh professional---"

"Jahara, Tum India jaa rahi ho na, Main tumhe help kar raha hu na,"

"Haa.."

"Toh bass...Thats ur business."

"Haaa par agar tum koi serial killer nikale toh?"

She said widening her eyes. She was now trying to be funny.

"Hmmm point hai. Koi baat nahi, Tumhe nahi marunga"

I said with a straight face with a fun voice.
Okayyy what?! My fun voice! I haven't heard my fun voice in ages....Come on Man! Dont leave your character. Be grumpy!
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HER POV

I booked a flight for myself the very next day with his laptop. My phone was broken. He insisted on booking for me but if he did so, He would understand that I am not Jahara Malik, I am Mallika Singh..

Shahzeb came to drop me to the airport. I had the fake passport in my hand
We got out of the car and I was on time. It was time for me to depart. I turned to him and took a breathe.

"So, Nice to meet you, Shahzeb Pir."

I extended my hand to him, He reluctantly held my hand. He awkwardlly smiled, I smiled brightly but he couldn't see my face due to my burkha. Strange right, Spend 2 days with a guy who hasn't even seen my face and for him, helping out a stranger whose face he hasn't even see.

"Nice to meet you too, Jahara Malik."

"Agar kismat mein hoga toh hum phir milenge."

I said squeezing my eyes.

"Meri aur apki kismat toh shayad hi phir kabhi milegi."

He said leaving my hand.

"Ek aur baat Jahara. Main nahi jaanta tum kon ho, kya ho...Par yeh janta hu ki Jahara toh nahi ho."

Okayy wtf! Was I in trouble? My eyes widened.

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

I didn't utter a word about my identity but he seemed so genuine....He was soo good.

"Shahzeb...Kabhi India aao toh contact karna....Jahara Malik wala email address humesha chalu rahega..."

"India toh mushkil hai...Aur email kyun chalu rahega?"

"Kuch khass hai iss naam mein...Iss naam se mile hue logo mein. Accha hai yeh naam bhi aur....iss naam se jude log bhi."

I said in a calm voice. He lightly chuckled. He knew I meant that I found him good.

"Happy Journey Jahara."

I smiled. He chucked again.

"Tumhe pata hai na...Tumhare burkhe ke wajah se tumhare expressions nahi dekh sakta main.."

I was suchhhhh an idiottttt! He soooooooooooo cuteeeee!

"Uff! I am smiling!"

" Okayy Okayy!"

He said smiling. His smile...Killer hai yaar!

"Haste raha karo...Bohot pyaare lagte ho."

"Ab hasane keliye tum nahi rahogi na..."

His expression changed to disappointment but he covered it with a smile.
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Meanwhile

"Janab, maine ek ladki ko Shahzeb ke saath dekha hai. Airport pe...isse accha moka nahi milega hume..."

"Hmm, Aftaf ko bolo abhi nikale...par woh jaa kaha rahi hai?"

"India..."

"India??:

"Shahzeb ka mehmaan India se kyun hai?"

"Kuch toh hai Janab jo Shahzeb chupa raha hai.:

"Utha lo ladki ko. Ab Shahzeb ke raaz wohi hum takk pohchayegi."
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HIS POV

15 mins after Jahara left, I got a call from Asim

"Shahzeb! Get in the flight before Aftab gets! Its about Your guest.... Par koi jhamela matt karna"

That was a alarm. It was a emergency.
How do I save Jahara??
To bring me down, Aftaf and his dad can do anything!
They might hurt Jahara. Asim and I talked in code words, he told me not to get in a fight with Aftaf.
I quickly booked a flight to India. I just took a my vallet and phone with me. Within 30 mins, I entered the plane.
I tried searching Jahara everywhere before entering the plane. I started searching Jahara on the plane but I saw Aftaf sitting. 5 secs later, He saw me. We stared at each other trying to hide our intentions.
I continued searching her. My heart started beating fast. I didn't even see her face, Every girl was in burkha. How was I supposed to find her?
My heart raced....I cared for her! I was...afraid...I was scared! I...I was never scared! What the fuck is happening?!
I need to sideline my emotion and find Jahara...Focusss!

Suddenly, I felt and hand grabbing my wrist. I looked at the hand, It was feminine It's touch was soft, I immediately took at the women. I could only see her confused yet familiar eyes. I breath relief.

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