Comfort Zone

He was shoved out of his memories, with a harsh nudge…

He opened his eyes, with a glare ready but He met up with the two hazel eyes looking down at him with a little boredom.

his icy glare turned into a playful one…

“Missed me that much..?” Naseer smirked

“Don’t flatter yourself Tarun” he sat on the table

“Ahmed Ahzar. Get your lame ass away from my beautiful table” Naseer said still with a playful glare..

“Lame ass?!!”Ahmed feigned surprise

”people would Kill for this ass”

Naseer pushed him away laughing

“gross man, get down”

Ahmed laughed along and sat on the chair instead, he crossed his legs and picked a pen on the table and started playing with it

“Okay. To what pleasure do I owe this surprise visit? ”Naseer asked

Ahmed had now worn his serious expression..

Which made Naseer suddenly felt uncomfortable

“did I do something wrong?”

He asked..

Though Ahmed was his best friend, he was the only person that he respected and moreover when Ahmed was Angry he was a bit scary..

in fact everyone was scared of Ahmed, even Sabri.

When he lost it, hell ran loose.

He was always calm and collected, even in most scary situations he managed to stay calm and even if someone insulted him for hours he'd just roll his eyes and shrug in boredom and that really made some people loose their cool …

But then the scary part is Ahmed was Born in cold blood as people in the Mafia world knew him, when he was angry he'd not think twice before putting you six feet under..

He was a talented sniper, he’d even shoot with his eyes closed .

he caught all the bad guys in a blink,

Keeping the Mafia going for years now and that’s why everything he said Sabri did it and he was like the second Mafia boss …

When Ahmed First met Naseer he was thirteen. He was taking a stroll around town…

…..

Flashback.

A boy about his age bummed him he almost fell but caught the wall and looked at the boy in front of him he looked tired as if he was running all day ..he although looked poor but his appearance screamed handsome

" sorry" he said

Ahmed smiled involuntary, it was almost as if looking at a mirror a year back..

Then he hard noises from far the boy was clearly tired of running. Ahmed held his hand and pulled him..

Then in a blink they were in a black tinted mustang ..

“What the…dude!” Naseer snapped

Ahmed fold his legs and rolled his eyes

"you're welcome"

Naseer stared out of the window, as people who were chasing after him pass..

He looked at Ahmed who was typing away on his phone. his ego came in the way and he huffed without saying thanks..

"can I go now..?!"

Ahmed chuckled..

“you’re nice..” his voice dripped sarcasm

Naseer turned to open the door

“Here” Ahmed gave him a check..

Naseer looked at him puzzled then gave it back..

“am not charity case”

Ahmed rolled his eyes” take it, stop stealing. It’s dangerous”

“Well that’s what happens if you are not so rich, parentless and have a little sister to take care of..” Naseer didn’t mean it but he snapped

Ahmed studied Naseer.

He was right, they did resemble in a lot ways.

And letting him out like that a bit kept him worried.

“how old are you?”

Naseer just ignored him

“Nine” Ahmed said for him..

Though Naseer felt offended he kept quiet

“For a twelve years old, you really act like a nine years old”

“How did you know..” Naseer asked

Ahmed shrugged” I guessed” then smirked

“Just leave me alone” Naseer glared

“Then get a decent job” Ahmed said

Naseer scoffed

“Work for me” Ahmed said

Naseer gave him a disbelief face.

”you?..” then laughed

“And yet you are in my expensive car and offering you a million check..”

Ahmed turned to him smirking..

His hazel orbs twinkling in pure amusement

Naseer almost stared at him..

‘What is today? Meet beautiful people day?.. first that girl now him..?’ Naseer wondered

A small voice played in his head. He shook his head..

“may I know why “ he asked

Ahmed smiled..

“simple, I like you…and I don’t like people easily “ Ahmed said then shrugged

“and… you have a sister”

"She’s off-limits.” Naseer snapped

“We’ll let her decide that” Ahmed chuckled patting his back..

“By the way. I’m the famous Ahzar...Ahmed Ahzar” he flashed a cute smirk, offering a handshake..

“Ptf…!’’..Naseer rolled his eyes

”I don’t do handshakes”

He folded his hands and looked outside…though a part of his lips tugged upwards a bit when Ahmed threw his head back and laughed..

“Naseer Tarun.. ”he said quietly

…….

……

CURRENTLY....

Ahmed smiled.

Then Naseer relaxed.

“What are you doing here Naseer?” Ahmed asked

“Uhm… working” he stated the obvious

“Tomorrow is your sister’s birthday..”

Naseer rolled his eyes .

“ yes, yes, how can I ever forget?” he said sarcastically.

“Take her out or something” Ahmed sighed softly

“Tomorrow is my mother’s death anniversary Ahmed”

Ahmed looked at him calmly...

“Sure. When you decide you are done mourning each Year. You’d tell me, meanwhile I will just do your shot for you because I never get tired”

“Ahmed” Naseer sighed..

He looked at his best friend solemnly “I don’t know. I Miss her..”

He said staring at the portrait of his mother on the wall..

Ahmed walked to him and stood beside him his hand on his shoulder

“I know. And it’s okay to miss her. It’s okay to miss someone Who is absent. But you know what’s not right, to miss someone Who is present..”

Naseer looked at him puzzled " Isqaar misses me??"

" what happened to her face..?" Ahmed sighed

Naseer looked alarmed " what's wrong with her face...?"

" swollen"

Naseer cursed " f*ckin police"

Ahmed rose his brow " I heard she was trying to escape... or run away?"

Naseer sighed " yeah"

“You know why she attempted escape..?” Ahmed asked

“She thinks I hate her!? I don’t care by the ways” he said quietly leaning back

Ahmed chuckled “yes, yes. Let’s assume that..” He shrugged,

But on a serious note he added..

”she thought she was a burden on you. You know that is bad ,because if she has a problem she won’t say it..”

Naseer shrugged” she has no problem”

“Is that why I found her unconscious on the floor”

Naseer almost shot from his chair

“where is she…?”

Ahmed rolled his eyes

“Charming” he faked British accent

Naseer relaxed..

“not funny Ahzar”

“Am serious. I laid her down. And found out that her meds finished some days ago..”

Ahmed now glared at him

Naseer sat down.. ”but she’s fine now”

“You’re a grade A asshole Naseer..” Ahmed said..

“I’m taking her out tomorrow”

“Remember to keep your hands to yourself Mr.” Naseer said.

Ahmed just rolled his eyes saying

‘’ I can’t promise I will”

Leaving the office…

After the door was shut Naseer looked at the door sadly ,then sighed…

“ was I too harsh?, Is she okay?”

He sighed again.

‘get a grip man…’ a tiny voice said to him.

He went on working,

even though his mind was not there.