From Me To You | Short-Story [ #1 of Ajrak Series]

Chapter Eight: ہمدم [Part I]

I generally consider myself a adaptable person. When Dad died and Eraj became the breadwinner of the family, I quickly got used of doing chores by myself. Though it took time to adjust it with my ongoing studies, but I managed. When Eraj forgot to pay our electricity bill, our electricity was cut down and I used torches and candles as my light source to study for my final exam next day. (She still pleads me to forgive her for that night.)

But now, I am alone and it frustrates me.

Thankfully, the next day after Tabesh's visit, I had to go university since the semester break was over. Everything was done rather quickly, Eraj managed it well. All now, I had to do was get my timetable.

The night before, I had ironed my clothes and set an alarm with a overwhelming feeling in my chest. Strangely, Tabesh presence seems to affect me in an unexplainable way. At first, the awkwardness was probably there because of the fact that I cried like a rotten child infront of him during our first meeting (the remorse is still here.), then, it was the jar incident (that side of my head is still a little numb.)

But, in all honestly, I was grateful for the things he did for me.

Stepping out of the car, I flinched.

Whilst I was shivering like a leaf, Tabesh Bakhtiar appeared not to be bothered by the temperature. After all, the car's air conditioning was on full blast to combat the scorching midday heat of Karachi.

"Tell me when your classes are over and I'll pick you." Tabesh tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

A bead of sweat tickled down my forehead. I shook my head, "No, it's alright. I'll order an Uber."  To my relief, I was wearing rather light clothes. Though, I had debated whether I should bring my shawl or not. Turns out, it was a wise decision not to bring the shawl when the sun overhead is glaring down at me with full intensity.