Having Mr. Aadil at their flat, left three of them having different feelings. On one side there was Aziza who was very excited to spend time with him, after all he had fulfilled all the brotherly duties for her.

Then there was Naushin, who had just met her arrogant boss today and have got not soo good image about him.

Lastly Nawal, the most confused one at this point of time. Unable to handle her tears she ran away to her room. There she sat on floor, leaning towards the wall, having her knees bent towards her chest. One could see her dried, tear stained face. She was continuously staring the ceiling of her room. Unknown of the presence of someone in the room.

Seeing Nawal walk away from the kitchen, and in no time see her disappear away, Naushin knew that something was not right with her. She walked straight away to Nawal's room to know the reason of her action.

Looking at her, seeing nowhere, she tip-toed towards her and sat beside her. She lightly tapped her shoulder, which in return she flinched a little and looked at her.

"What are you doing here Naushin? You had to be down with them, helping them out!" Nawal asked Naushin.

"I could also ask the same to you. And why are you sitting here in such a way? It seems as if you have came to a funeral!" Naushin wanted to ask her reasons for her tears, but thought it was not a proper time for asking her so.

" Nothings. Just remembered some bitter past moments. Anyways, let me freshen up a little then come out. Give 5 minutes. Okay?" With that she walked towards her washroom.

Naushin had decided not to push her now about today but will make sure she will not be again in such a condition. Well she had already began treating her not only as a friend but also as an elder sister. Now if your sister is broken infront of you, won't you go and console her and know what is going on in her mind and heart?

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Though I told Nawal I'll be at her place within 30 minutes, I guess it would take me more than that. Well can't leave my work pending for the next day.

Within 1 hour I was done with my work and decided to pack up. Before reaching her place I need to think how to apologies her.Why this has to be so difficult? I mean a simple sorry can do, but the way she behaves, doesn't seem to me that she is going to accept it.

On my way to her place, I stopped the car at a gift shop. I searched for approximately 15 minutes to find something appropriate. Well gifts were not seemingly matching with my situation and moreover me getting gifts for someone is way too new thing for me. So you can't judge me based on it.

Finally I decided on one thing and asked the shopkeeper to pack it up for me. Well I guess I'll get something for my sister too. But what? I guess its better if she decides what she wants, rather than me just simply picking up stuffs. So, I decided we all will go somewhere out and get her stuffs. For now, only this packed gift for Nawal.

Within no time, I reached her place, parking my car. I rang the bell and waited for someone to open. Well, I did not have to wait much as Aziza opened it soon.

"Hello Aziza, how you doing?" I told her as I entered their apartment.

"Assalamualaikum bro. I'm doing good. It will be appreciated if you say salam when you enter the house. As you would gain blessings and even us"

"Okay. Walaikumassalam. Next time I'll keep that in mind." I looked around at the flat. It was a beautiful place. The feeling of coziness was there. It felt that you are actually in a home instead of a house.

There was a living room, big enough for them. It was very well colour co-ordinated. The walls were painted greyish white and the two main walls behind the sofas were stuck with beautiful wallpaper designs and they have matched the colours of wall with there furnitures and sofas. They had a corridor joining the living room with the kitchen and a room on the left. And on the right, there was one more room. Well i've still not been to any of the rooms and the kitchen.

Now currently I'm situated on one of the sofas. Aziza is sitting with me and chatting. Well where is Nawal? Have not seen her since i've entered. Is she okay? I know for a fact that she's avoiding me eversince that incident which took place in office, and also the fact that I haven't apologized to her is making this situation ten times more worse. I feel like a moron,jerk and all those words right now. My ego won't let me down and I can't see that look on Nawal's face whenever I see. The look which clearly screams 'I'm-pretending-to-be-okay-but-not'.

I guess me being lost in my thoughts, didn't even realized I completely stopped talking with Aziza who is looking at me with weird expression.

"What?"

"Is my sister sad because of you? Are you the one who made her cry and whenever I catch her she shrugs off like it's no big deal?"

I was completely taken back. Shock would be an understatement. She cried because of me? Now I'm feeling like the worst guy ever. Who even does this? She just kept the lunch-box in my office for God's sake. Not like stealing my work. Come to think of it, I still don't know why I snapped at her. I slowly looked up and saw Aziza glaring me, challenging me to better tell the truth orelse things won't be good. I sighed. If only looks could kill......

"Yes. Just listen to me then say what you wanna say. The lunch-box you made which Nawal kept on the desk of my cabin, I...I snapped at her. I don't know why. But a part of me thinks I did that because I got that feeling that..that just cause I helped her she took it to her heart and is doing all of this. I'm not habitual to this, you know? Whenever people are nice to me, it's just for the reason of their benefits. Nothing else. So, when i showed my anger on her and she left, I looked the box and realized she was just doing what you said. I wasn't too happy with the fact that I shouted. And now that? I was like 'What to do?' Really, I have no clue. Being a guy, you have this huge ego that blocks you from apologising. I think I won't be able to do so. I might die with the guilt but never say sorry unless someone knocks up some knowledge in my brain. That's it.'

I glanced at her. Getting quite nervous. Why? God knows. After few minutes which felt liks hours, she said,

"You messed up. Big time. Situation isn't that bad, thank goodness. I'll help you. Our lives isn't that good bro. That's another story. But I can't see my backbone shatter and pretend everything's normal and happy. I never saw her that happy in my life.

Well, you should know by this time that she's OBSESSED with Bakhlava. One way to ask her forgiveness is to bring lots of her favourite sweet - pistachio stuffed ones. She doesn't like walnuts one. You might not know this but, she is a huge fan of heart-touching lines and stuff. Like if she reads a line from somewhere, she memorises it faster than the speed of light. So, if you write a few lines about how guilty you feel and wants her to forgive you, do this. And yes, DO it with your heart and not from the Internet. Then see how she will behave."

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POV

What am I even doing? Wandering on the road, wasting me petrol of my precious baby? Why? My thoughts are not on damn point. Why am I behaving as if someone from a family has passed away? Just cause of a person who I don't even know made me in this way. I shouldn't be even doing this. Why is my brain so messed up? Where was the Nawal who promised to be strong and never let anyone take her down? Probably hiding somewhere because this isn't the Nawal I'm. Groaning, I finally made my way to my home.

I expected that bi-polar guy aka my boss to be here. Why? No. Not because of me. Ofcourse. He comes here just for the sake of my sister or should I say HIS sister. Shaking my thoughts off, I made my way to my room and decided to freshen up. From now on I won't let anyone make me feel that sad. I will wear my mask which will show no emotion and behave as if everything's chillin.

As I opened the door, I saw a something on my bed. Did Aziza kept it here? Smiling, I reached over and removed the cover and my eyes fell on the tray. My mouth instantly started watering seeing the sight of my love life of food category, Bakhlava. Beside it was a peice of paper. I opened it and my mind was jammed. Literally jammed. It read,

"Didn't really keep my mind in check,

Poured out my emotions on you.

Without even thinking it might made you sad,

Sorry won't do any justice,

But from the bottom,middle,top of my heart,

I ask for forgiveness.

Won't be expecting a quick one."

Below of this was written in much smaller writing,

"P.S. I know I'm a crap writer. Hope it didn't made you much sad."

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