Khizers POV:
The woman in front of me is absolutely ferocious.
I’m enjoying the show though. Not many people get angry around me, and especially not woman.
This informal attitude was quiet welcome.
“Relax. He’ll be here soon with my family, and then we can both leave.”
“Just call him! ” She says incredulously.
“He’s busy.”
She looks at me in disbelief. “Are we really having this conversation again?” I tilt my head to the side.
“Is this a conversation, or just you blabbering without purpose?” I say, intending to frustrate her more.
She takes the bait. “I can’t believe this! All I want is for you to take your car out of my way. It’s not even parked in the right place! And then you have the audacity to-”
For someone talking to a stranger, she sure does run her mouth carelessly.
What if I’m a murderer and try to kill her for pissing me of?
“Oh forget it. I’m just wasting my breath aren’t I?” She says bitterly.
“And here I was thinking you’d realise this after a few more minutes.” She glares at me. “I’m Khizer by the way.”
She snorts. “Do I look like I care?”
“I do. I’d like to know the name of the woman buzzing angrily around me like a fly.”
She opens her mouth, most probably to return the insult, but is interrupted.
“Mansha!” We both turn. A lady in her fourties is walking over with a younger woman at her side, who’s carrying a plastic bag in her hand.
“I think she’s calling you MANSHA.” I drawl, smirking lazily.
Her black eyes burn fire. Clenching her jaw, she turns back towards the lady, her black ponytail swinging behind her.
I lean back against the car, satisfied. She was very easy to anger, that much was clear.
“We’re not leaving?” The lady was here.
I hold back the urge to say something, just to trigger her more.
“No. This guy’s car is in the way and he has no idea where the keys are.” She replies bitterly.
“They’re with my guard. He’ll be here soon.” I address the lady.
“Guard?” The lady’s eyes light up, and Mansha frowns. “Well that’s ok dear, there’s no rush.”
“There is. I’m late for work.”
“Oh you still have time.” The lady says dismissively, before turning her full attention to me and smiling.
“So, what’s your name?”
“Khizer Malik.” I answer, suspicious about her intentions.
“Oh what a great name! I’m Sugra, and this is my daughter Sara.” She points to the young woman.
I nod, now absolutely sure about her intentions.
“So, what do you do dear?” She asks, looking at me intently.
“Work.” I say coolly. “What about you?” I glance at Mansha. “Is she your daughter too?”
Mansha glares at me, but I pretend not to see.
“She’s my niece.” She says quickly.”So, what ‘work’ do you do?”
I do not like the idea of telling a total stranger my occupation and I tell her so.
“I don’t think we know each other well enough for me to tell you that.” I say coldly.
Mansha’s aunt blinks.
“Yes, exactly.” Mansha chirps in. “That’s why we should wait in the car aunty. When his guard arrives-”
“Khizer come we can leave now.”
I turn away from the small group of ladies and look at my Granny now standing beside me.
Good. It was about time.
I give her a nod and order the guard to take out the car, then turn back to tell her to get in, but she’s already distracted.
Granny never forgets a face, and I’ve never disliked this ability more.
Turns out she remembers Mansha’s aunt from her old neighborhood, and unfortunately for Mansha, both are very chatty people.
She’s fuming silently in a corner, and as much as I’d like to enjoy her misery, I can’t since I’m their chosen topic of conversation.
“Khizer? Khizer is a buisness man!” Granny exclaims proudly
The Aunts eyes light up. “He is?”
“Yes! He owns a construction company.” One thing about Granny is that once she starts talking about me, she can’t stop.
And she doesn’t.
Not until Mansha’s aunt starts talking about how amazing HER daughter is anyway.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but we really should get going.” Mansha says to both woman respectfully. “I have a hearing in half an hour.” She clarifies.
So she’s a lawyer.
“Yes, we should get going too.” I tell Granny.
“Oh yes, sure.” Granny says, then turns back to the aunt. “Sugra dear, if you could just give me your number… ”
“Oh yes ofcourse!” The aunt says happily.
A little too happily in my opinion.
Ignoring the still talking woman, I make my way to the car, stopping for a while in front of Mansha, lowering my head until our eyes are on the same level.
“For the record, we’ve spent less then ten minutes together, and yet I’ve seen your face turn seven different shades of red.” I smirk. “It’s quiet impressive if I say so myself.”
She grunts. “Not as impressive as the number of ways I’ve imagined murdering you.”
My smirk widens and I stand back up.
“Then let’s hope we don’t meet again so you can try them out.”
She nods. “Let’s hope.”