Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 18

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 18

Alone at the moment, she was shaking the spoon slowly in the plate partially filled with Chicken Biryani, taking short, fine sips of cold drink at the same time. Apparently ignorant, she was fully aware of eaxh of his actions and gestures. The sight of Aariz standing there, backlit by big lamps, made her breath catch in her throat. When he took a few steps toward her,.Komal could see that his lips were parted in a dazzling display of perfect white teeth. His smiling eyes seemed even more compelling and magnetic.

He stepped closer and came to stop in front of a table spread with plates of Salad, Kababs, Biryani, Kheer, Sheermaal, Qourma and Carrot’s Halwa.

“Hello!”

His voice was as inspiring as the rest of him.
In answer she just raised her face a little, but said nothing.

“May I sit here?” He asked, taking a chair adjacent to her.

“You already have.” Words left her mouth in a flow and a soft British accent floated through the air.

He laughed.

His nearness disturbed her even more.

She turned to find him, studying his eyes through heavy-lidded eyes, so black and sharp with male interest- nothing offensive, just an honest male admiration for a member of the opposite s*x.

He had lean, angular face. He was a dominating for sure, it was written all over him…..in the way he sat, in the way he held himself, in the ‘male’ way he sized her up.

She turned her face to the wall to avoid his penetrating gaze. Her mind was frozen into two black and white, conflicting, pilarized feelings.

“May I ask your name?” He said in a dream-like voice.

“You already know.”

He became answerless. But, a wonderfully mysterious smile played about his well-formed mouth, a smile thay touched and matched the deep black waters od his eyes.

“Oh yes. I’m sorry.” He looked toward her and smiled absently.

“Komal,” He breathed.

“For the first time in my life,” He whispered. “I’ve met someone whose name perfectly suits her.”

“So delicate, fragile, vulnerable.”

Blushing at the compliment, she wanted to look directly into his eyes, wanted to stop him from what he was saying, but she couldn’t.

He had a mesmerizing quality in the way he spoke.

“I….I don’t know but seems like we’ve met before?” He slanted his lips into a smiling grimace.

“No, certainly we have not.” For some unknown reason, she felt confused.

“Oh, sure?”

She couldn’t reply.

“By the way, you don’t have to be scared of me. I am pretty noble kind of man.”

“How can I confirm that?” She asked in a low voice, her tone teasing.

“Trust me, I’m.” He chuckled, satisfied and content as he saw her features relaxing some more.

She shrugged and looked away.



“So, you’re from London, right?”

“Yes,” She replied in a friendly tone. “I
came from London.”

“First time in Pakistan?” He asked as if guessing her thoughts.

Her beautifully arched eyebrows rose.

“I guess that’s pretty obvious.” She answered. “I’m normally not this confused.”

“But your Urdu is fabulously fluent.” He argued.

“Yeah. My mom used to teach me since my childhood. If we live in Europe, it doesn’t make us Europeans. We are still Eastern and Pakistani, by heart.”

“I see,” He said with clear interest. “So enjoying your time here?”

“Umm, yes very much.” She said,
grinnig. “Although many things have changed, still Pakistan is the best.”

“Yes, for sure, that I’ll have to believe.” He said in a serious tone.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, when the ‘best’ people from London come to pay us a visit and like it here,
I’d have to accept that Pakistan is the best.”
He explained.

On his comment, she laughed. As her musical laughter spread beautiful wedding bells in the atmosphere. Aariz felt like the whole world was smiling and laughing. He had never heard such a feminine, musical laughter. He wanted her laughter to go on and on until last of his breath.

“So, how long are you staying?” He asked, as last waves of her laughter dissolved in the air.
“Just ten more days.”

“Oh,” He said, his eyebrows shooting skyward, “But I thought, after you were here…..” He swallowed. “Ah well,” He sighed, trying to hide his disappointment.

“Not to worry. It’s been nice meeting you anyway.” She said calmly but his next question startled her.

“How old are you?”

“What?”

She was at a loss for words. She wanted to tell him that his questions are becoming too personal, but on second thougts she decided against it. Certain frankness seemed to be in order so that a relationship could be established.

“Oh, don’t worry.” He grinned naughtily. “I know it’s out of ethics to ask such question from a lady but in certain relationships, age is very important.”

“Which kind of relationship?” She asked spontaneously. “I’m sorry,” She said. “You’ve quite lost me there.”

He fought down the sudden acceralation of his pulse, and said in a soft spoken, elegant voice.

“Just a simple, plain friendship, nothing more.”

“Then you must not forget that, in friendship, age doesn’t really matter at all, does it?”
She sighed with relief. “I’m twenty-four, by the way.”

“Thanks. I was just curious.” He smiled again. “I’m twenty-six.”

“Not much difference, I suppose?” She looked into his eyes.

“Yes, as far as the matter of age is concerned, it’s not much difference I hope.” He told her.

“So, friends?” He asked very pleasantly.

“I just met you.” She uttered in a defenseless tone.

Her remark caused him to lift a dark eyebrow and give her a penetrating look that was both curious and amused.

“So did I.” He got nearer.

His fragrance was intoxicating. Her eyes began to close.

“Komal, it’s time to go now.” A gracful lady-like woman in a maroon Saarhi called her.

“Alright Mom, I am coming.” She replied to her mother swiftly.

“Ok. Mr. Aariz, it was nice talking to you.”
She left her chair and got up.”Bye, bye.”

She didn’t even wait for his answer. Without once looking at his direction, shw started walking.

She didn’t once look back, but she didn’t have to. With every step she took, she could feel his hawk-like stare boring into her back.
As she turned and walked toward her car, she tried very hard not to look back.

Such was life. She tried to convince herself.
He said nothing then, but the nape of her neck continued to prickle with awareness of him.

Aariz felt a weird disappointment as she walked away.

Would she leave like this? Without even looking at hin? Didn’t he deserve even a single good-bye glance from her? Would they part like this?

His heart began to disturb him intensely.

She continued to take short steps, walking slowly reaching near the main gate where a black Mercedes approached them. A chauffeur in uniform got out and opened the door for both mother and daughter.

Disappointed and dejected, he was almost about to turn back, when she looked at him for one last time.

The whole world stopped as his heart began to beat wildly. For next few seconds, their gaze didn’t break at all. She felt the earthy s£nsu@lity that was within the atmosphere between them. And then jerking her hair in a touchy style, she climbed into the car.

Only then he saw she was smiling.