❝ Dil ko teri hi tamanna

dil ko hai tujhase hi pyaar

Chaahe tu aaye ya naa aaye

Hum karenge intezaar

Yeh mera deewanapan hai

Yaa mohabbat kaa surur

Tu naa pehchaane toh hai

Yeh tere nazro kaa kusoor

Yeh mera deewanapan hai ❞

- Yahudi 1958

Anahita climbed the stairs and glided towards the large hallway leading to one of the rooms on the first floor. As soon as she walked in, she gasped upon finding the entire room in topsy-turvy. Clothes scattered, chairs upturned and glass items She gasped, staring at his disheveled bed. So unlike Asif, who kept everything flawlessly clean.

She wandered in the room, with a feeling of uncertainly, - "Asif?"

A loud thud made her flinch and she promptly twirled around. Asif aggressively slammed the door with his hand. When his gaze fell on Anahita, he was rooted on spot. It worried and scared her to see anger flickering in his eyes. She hadn't seen this side of him. For her, Asif Rahman Khan was the epitome of calmness, intelligence, and a wise guy.

"What are you doing here?" He spoke in a suppressed voice. Anahita noticed his heavy breathing and then something peeked from behind the broken buttons of his Kurta.

"Hey, Bhagwan! Asif, what is this?" She hurried to him and reached out to hold the collar of his pale blue Kurtha when he caught her hand in lightning-fast reflex. Anahita stilled. It felt as if she was meeting someone new; his doppelgänger. Yet, the touch was familiar and reassuring. The skin of her wrist tingled, making her feel a knot in the stomach. Anahita's heartbeat took a slight dip.

"Asif,"- She easily slipped her hand as his grip around her wrist softened, - "You are hurt. Have you seen the doc—"

"No, I haven't. Please don't interfere with this." He seemed to be trying to tame his anger. His shoulder hit hers as he passed by her. Anahita shook her head and turned to face him.

"I will, Asif."

He sighed deeply, - "Why?" He sounded weary.

"Because you are my friend, of course." She confessed.

Asif turned to face her, his expressions were hard to decipher for her.

"Still, there are certain things that can't be shared amongst friends. There are always boundaries. And our friendship isn't so deep to—"

"It can be if we allow it to." Anahita interrupted and took a step closer. Their gaze locked together. Once again, she reached out to move aside the broken buttons of his Kurtha. He held her hand and Anahita inhaled sharply. Their eyes stared deeply into each other.

"Some wounds are best left hidden." His voice was low. She gulped softly and looked away. She noticed a deep healed scar on his wrist and concern overtook her again.

"Asif." She gasped. This time, when she grabbed his hand, Asif doesn't protest. He broke from his trance and looked at his hand.

"This is old. You needn't worry about it." He jerked his hand. As he passed her again, Anahita extended her hand and laced her fingers with his. Asif stopped in his track. They shared a stare, her eyes pleading to him. He helplessly shook his head and walked away. 

❝ Tere Liye Meri Saari Ibaadat
Aur Shiddat Bhi Tere Liye

 Aa Shiddat Bana Loon Tujhe ❞

- Shiddat

How was the teaser, my lovelies? I am wondering what happened to/with Asif. 

And why is Anahita so concerned. 

Drop your thoughts in the comments, please

Tomorrow is Wednesday so Stay Tuned for the next update *_*