Her Drama

She was wearing a simple yellow shirt and trousers with a shawl around her shoulders. Taking lazy steps, she reached near the office of Zaviyaar. She knows Zaviyaar is about to scold her and no one knows what if he shoots her.

"Please Allah, save me just for this time. I don't believe in this thug, don't know whether he shoot me with the gun." She murmured, wetting her dry lips.

"Instead of standing here and praying for yourself, it's better to take the punishment of your wrongdoings." Zaviyaar, who had been noticing someone's presence outside of his office for a long time, opened the door. He clenched his lips and mocked her after seeing her praying for herself.

"I…I didn't do any such thing so why would you punish me?" On Zaviyaar suddenly speaking, on the one side if she got scared then at the other moment, she quickly straightened, speaking in a firm voice.

Zaviyaar changed his demeanour. He looked to his right and left, grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her into the office and quickly closed the door. Anaaya was scared badly by his act.

Her breath hitched as she gazed at Zaviyaar's face turning red in rage.

"Yesterday you wrote all the nonsense words on my car, right?" He leaned over her angrily, putting his both arms on either side of her.

"Which car?" She asked, eyeing him and making an innocent face. Zaviyaar glared at this sharp girl, who with her innocent face could deceive anyone. But right now the one standing in front of her is none other than Zaviyaar Khan, who can't be trapped easily.

"Don't try to lie to me." He strongly punched the wall behind her, trying to scare her. Annaya's condition was getting worse as she saw his wrath. Suddenly a thought popped into her mind and she quickly worked on it.

"Get off, I am feeling suffocation," Anaaya spoke in a muffling voice, putting her hand on her mouth. As Zaviyaar noticed her changing condition, he stepped away from her with a jolt. He can't trust a little in this girl and doesn't know whether she truly vomits on him.

Anaaya took off her hand from her mouth and turned towards him and acted like she was about to vomit.

"Crazy girl, what are you doing? Turn your face to the other side." He tried to move away from her, making a spoiled face. Instead of anger, his face was giving a worried expression.

"I can't stop vomiting. If you want, you can stop my breathing." She lowered her face while coughing and trying to squeeze laughing. She was really enjoying teasing him.

"You…. Are you crazy? Quickly go to the washroom." He stepped away from her. Otherwise, he really wants to push and throw her out of his office.

"No, it happened because of you. Now I will stay with you." She held him by his arm and bent her face when she spoke in a muffling voice. Her face turned red because of controlling her laughter. Zaviyaar was grinning again in anger.

"Leave my arm…" He was trying to free his arm from her hold, but Anaaya was keeping the sleeve of his shirt quite tightly around her fingers.

"No, you won't leave me alone in this condition." She was suppressing her smile while tightening her hold on his arm. At last, Zaviyaar, getting annoyed by her action for not letting go of his arm, took out the gun hiding in the holster.

Zaviyaar noticed Anaaya was bending to hide her smile. He knew she was teasing her, that's why Anaaya's eyes went wide as she looked at the gun.

"Yes…tell me now, you won't let me go." He pointed the gun at the head of Anaaya. With a jerk, she let him go and raised her head.

"What happened? You got scared?" He asked mockingly while stepping closer towards Anaaya.

"Y…y…. you are mad to take your gun out for nothing. Like a man, solve the problem by talking sanely with your tongue." She wetted her dry throat, and taking backward steps, her back was hit with the wall.

"The gun is silensored. If I shoot you, no one will know about it." He smiled mockingly, placing the gun on her temple. In his black dress, he was looking nothing less than a devil.

"Aaahhh….." She suddenly looked at Zaviyaar then hiding her face in both hands, she started crying loudly. Zaviyaar was instantly astonished by her act. He shook his head in a negative and stepped away from her. In fact, he was really amazed by her acting skills.

"Before I lose my sanity and choke your throat, quickly go out of here." He spoke, taking long breaths in furiousness. Very slowly, Anaaya took off her fingers from her face and gazed at his face, turning red in rage.

"If you are done staring at my face then go out of here and don't you dare to call me a jerk man or something else again." After hearing him, she rushed out of his office, but she was confused by his last sentence.

Then suddenly a thought popped into her mind. She remembered the incident happened in the morning and the boy, who was on his bike and after matching his dressing with Zaviyaar's dressing, she smacked her forehead.

"This girl….. she won't stop until she makes me mad." He hide the gun in its holster and covering it properly with his pants, he ordered tea for himself. Taking out the packet of cigarettes from his pocket, he lit a cigarette and started puffing it.

With the smoke of the cigarette, his anger was relinquishing slowly. And soon after peon brought him his tea, he was feeling quite relieved.