Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

I know I should have told her but if she could get one chance.. Just one.. Haziqa thought and grinned as their classes started and Hoorain earned a long series of scolding.

“How are you going to pass with these grades? What is wrong with you, Hoorain?” Sir Kasim scolded but she kept looking down, “I am sorry, Sir. I will try better next time.” She whispered, nibbling her bottom lips. What was it about, Sir Kasim? Haziqa thought.

“Meet me after class.” He sighed, shaking his head and continued teaching. Later, after class. Hoorain went to see Sir Kasim while Haziqa was pondering about her friend’s tribulations, hoping to do something for her.

“Lack of communication and separations will only make things worse. How will they work it out if they won’t talk?” She asked herself, considering her decision for the betterment. 

Muteness does lead to destruction after all..

“Haziqa!!” Hoorain’s gleeful voice came, jumping into her arms, leaving her staggered. “Wh- What happened?” Shea asked, pulling away, giving her a weird look. “Oh, oh, My heart is about to burst just from thinking. I can’t tell you how happy I am.” She whispered, putting her hand on her chest, laughing to herself.

“Do you need the asylum’s number?” She asked, tiling her head in confusion but she grinned, shaking her head in denial and told her. “Sir Kasim told me… he convinced Him to teach me. For the next month, he is going to teach me himself! Oh my God, I can’t believe it. We are gonna be together.” She told her, the elation glistening in her eyes began to make sense and Haziqa smiled faintly, “To learn.” Adding.

“But together, Just thinking about it is just amazing.” She beamed and upon seeing the radiance in her eyes, Haziqa grinned back, holding her hands, “I am so happy for you, Hoorain. I have seen you happy after months.” She smiled sincerely.

“Ah, I hope everything goes well. I am so nervous.” She mumbled, taking a seat, “It’s gonna be alright, who knows you might end up talking things out as well.” She smiled, Hoorain nodded in return, leaning back, staring at the sky with felicity brimming in her whole being, murmuring with in-depth emotions,

“I pray.. That he listens once.. just.. Once..” 

Meanwhile, Zain came home, put his stuff aside, took off his chain and put it away and went to take a show, with his hands resting on the wall, he let the warmth of the water to loosen his muscles, emptying his mind.

After taking a shower, he walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist, espied at the ring resting on the table. “What a pain.” Scoffing, he wore the ring and got dressed. He couldn’t wear it at work because they can’t let anyone know.

And this idea certainly ‘didn’t’ enter his mind when he saw Hoorain was not wearing hers and came to know upon asking Haziqa. No, certainly ‘not’. 

After coming home, Zain was indulging in his tea, using his phone, humming to himself, and relaxed for a moment until a call ruined his peace. “Hello, Uncle?” He asked, confused to see Rehman was calling him. “Ah, Son. Sorry to disturb you but I wanna thank you.” He said happily. “For what?” 

“You agreed to teach Hoorain, Thank you. By the way, I wanna ask, are you gonna come or should I send Hoorain? You have your culinary classes as well. I am amazed you could make time.” He said but Zain’s rage enhanced, a grimace emerging on his hard features. Damn this girl. “Zain..?” Rehman called at his lack of response.

“Huh? Oh, sorry, Uncle.. I.. um..” He paused, running his hand in his hair due to frustration, displeased at this, “Is there a problem?” He asked. “No.. I was contemplating. I need to leave for my class at 5. How about 3pm? Two hours is all I could make for her.” He informed, massaging the side of his head.

“Great. Anytime is fine by us. I will tell Hoorain. Take care. Bye.” 

“Bye.” He cut the call and threw his phone away, cursing, fuming by the upheavals piling over his head, the more he wanted to annihilate them, the more they were becoming his malady. 

“I had enough of your petty attempts.” Hissing, he got up from his seat and grabbed the necessary stuff and left.

Hoorain was taking a nap at home until her Father’s voice called her, “Hoorain! Wake up!” Groaning, she didn’t bother to flinch. “I am sleepy!” She yelled back, covering her ears as her Father called again but she didn’t listen.

“This girl.” He sighed, holding his forehead in disappointment and was about to tell her reason but another voice came, “Hoorain!” Her whole being stopped as her heart began to race, immobilizing for a moment to hear Zain’s voice calling, “Y-Yes?” She asked, hastily getting up, opening the door quickly without caring about her appearance. “Y-Yes?” She stammered fearfully at his strict voice.

Rehman was flabbergasted at her obedience, His daughter, who orders everyone around is so hasty to react to Zain’s words. “Hoorain?” Zain scanned her messy form and turned his head away, clearing his throat, “Freshen up. Your classes are starting today.” He said and left. She nodded quickly. 

“I.. I..” Rehman was at a loss for words, “What?” Zain asked softly, “Nothing.” Sighing, he moved back. 

Startled at the sudden appearance, she didn’t expect him to come right on the first day. Putting her hand on her chest, she took a deep breath and freshed herself. “It’s okay, you can do this.” Murmuring to herself, she opened the door again.

“Why did you call me, Father?” She asked, tugging her hairs behind her ears, looking away shyly. “Ah, Zain is here for your tuition, remember? Now, from every 3 to 5, he will teach you. Behave well and learn well, okay?” He smiled, instructing her. “Yes.” She nodded. 

Zain’s hand was resting in his pocket, arching a brow at Hoorain which amplified her heart race. “Shall we go?” He asked in a deep tone. Her throat dried, “Yes.” Whispering, motioning him to come inside, they went inside. Rehman left them alone to study.