Befriending the Devil's Sister
I sped to the hospital breaking multiple traffic rules. I haphazardly parked the car and dialled Aisha’s number.
“Are you here?” The stranger’s voice from earlier came back as he received my call.
“Yes. What is the room number?” I asked urgently.
“402.” I disconnected the call and rushed towards the lift.
A middle-aged man with black hair, black eyes, slightly dark complexion and short height was standing outside her room.
“Salaam. I am Umair, her brother.” I informed him in a flat tone.
“Walaikum Salaam. I am Ali.”
“What happened?” I inquired.
“A white Mehran hit your sister’s car from the back and then rushed the scene. People called an ambulance but I thought it was better if I drive her to the hospital.” He replied in a sorry tone.
“Thank you.” I deadpanned.
Ali handed me Aisha’s phone and briefed me about her condition. There was nothing serious, just some minor injuries. The doctor had suggested that she should stay till the next day’s evening.
I entered her room noiselessly. Her head was covered in bandages and there were a few bruises on her right elbow. She was sleeping under the action of sedatives.
Aisha’s phone vibrated in my hand. “Haniya” shone on its screen.
“Who are you? Can I please talk to Aisha. She said she will arrive around 8 p.m. but she has not yet reached. Is everything okay?” panic in Haniya’s tone was quite evident.
“I am her brother. She’s in hospital.” I replied in a flat tone.
“What? W-what happened?” She stuttered.
“She had an accident.” I replied in a bored tone.
“Please tell me the hospital and room number.” She asked in an urgent tone.
“No need to come. She is okay. You can come to visit her tomorrow around 1 p.m.” I replied in a cold tone and disconnected the call.
I settled on the sofa and waited for her to wake.
I was shaken awake from my slumber by Mi Gente’s catchy music as it played on my phone as alarm tone. I groaned and shut it off.
“Morning.” Came Aliya chirpy greeting as she sat on my study table sipping coffee or tea or whatever it was in her cup.
“Morning.” I grumbled.
Last night was a torture as the scene from earlier kept playing in my head. Aliya was clutching my hand most of the time as she tried to battle nightmares of the murder.
“I couldn’t sleep so I woke up around 5 and cleaned your room. You are welcome.” She stuck her tongue out.
I shot up at her information and scrutinized my room. It was completely altered. Everything was at its place and the floor was sparkling.
“Wow!” I gasped. “I have never seen my room this clean.”
“Yeah! Yeah! I know I am awesome.” She replied playfully.
I got up and rummaged through my closet to find something presentable to wear. I pulled out a red tank top, pink and white checked shirt and black jeans.
“Breakfast is ready.” Mom knocked on my room’s door.
“Coming.” Aliya rushed out while I went in the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth, showered and got ready. I left my damp hair down and went towards the dining table.
“Yum halwa puri.” I licked my lips and started devouring the meal.
I checked my watch and was startled to see that it was already 7:28 a.m. I picked up my bag, wore converse with no time to tie my laces and ran downstairs.
“Allah Hafiz. Be safe.” Mom shouted.
“Miss me. Remember what you have to do.” Aliya shouted.
“Shukar Allah Mian.” I heaved a sigh of relief as I saw shuttle coming towards me. I tied shoelaces in the shuttle.
The day went boring as I attended boring introductory classes. I ignored most of the people who tried to communicate with me as I was desperately waiting for the lunch break. I ran towards Aisha’s department which was “Computer and Information Systems” as soon as the professor took attendance from the last class before break.
I looked around the garden but she wasn’t there. I wandered through different corridors in a hope to catch her but I failed miserably.
“Are you looking for someone?” An abaya-clad girl inquired.
“Yes. Where can I find Aisha?” I smiled politely.
“She’s not here today. Those are her friends.” She pointed towards a group of four extremely fashionable and gorgeous girls.
“Her friends are as gorgeous as her.” I mumbled.
“Oh, nothing. Thank you.” I smiled and went towards that group.
“Hi. Can anyone tell me where’s Aisha?” I asked awkwardly not addressing anyone in particular.
“And who are you?” A girl with brown hair, blue eyes and fair complexion asked with one of her exquisite eyebrows raised.
“A friend.” I replied in an unsure manner.
“A friend? She never mentioned you. Anyways she’s in hospital” Another girl replied rudely.
Who does she think she is?! I’ll rip her hair out.
I thought as I tried to calm my temper.
“Oh, what happened?” I faked concern.
“An accident.” She replied flatly.
“How’s she? Where is she? Can you please tell me the hospital and her room number?” I faked panic.
“You can come with us. We’ll leave around 12:30 p.m. Meet us here.” One of them offered politely.
“Thank you so much.” I said gratefully and walked off.
I killed time in the library and went to meet Aisha’s friends around 12:20 p.m.
We filled in the mean girl’s Prado and drove off.
As we entered the hospital, I trudged behind them to skip attention. An elderly woman was watching over Aisha in her room.
“Salaam.” She greeted politely.
“Hey!!!” Aisha shouted with happiness.
All of them said hey and hellos and hugged her while I stood sheepishly at the door.
“I remember you.” Aisha saw me and pouted.
“Umm yeah, I had a small episode with your brother yesterday.” I smiled politely.
A series would be a better word.
“So why are you here?” She raised a delicate eyebrow.
“I wanted to apologize for being rude with you yesterday besides I heard that you are hurt so I thought I should pay a visit.” I smiled in a friendly manner.
“Oh that’s okay and thanks for coming. I also apologize for my brother’s behaviour. He’s an ass just don’t tell him that I called him that” She grinned and forwarded her hand.
I went ahead and shook her hand.
“It’s okay. Friends?” I asked in an unsure manner.
“Friends!” She grinned.
Wow! She is a complete opposite of her brother.
I introduced myself briefly. They started chatting amongst them while I scanned the room. It was quite extravagant for a hospital room with its plush sofas and exquisite art pieces.
I was knocked out of my thoughts by a knock on the door.
“I’ll open it.” I said as I was closer to the door.
“First see who’s there. I don’t want anyone to look at me while I am resembling a chimpanzee.” Aisha pouted.
I smiled at her cuteness and opened the door slightly. As I looked up I met a familiar pair of deep-set completely blank but immensely attractive hazel eyes.
How can I forget these eyes that were looking at me with murderous intent just yesterday?
Shit! This is totally unplanned. How can I be so stupid as to forget that her brother will be here?
I mentally face-palmed and tried to calm my nerves which were exploding as the murder scene from yesterday once again played in my mind.