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It's been three days since I have seen Junaid. It isn't that I am desperate to have a look at his face, but I am anxious, anxious to know about that moron who has been texting me from different unknown numbers.

'What should I do? Should I ask him myself that did he find out or not?'

I am pacing back and forth on the floor of my room, when suddenly my phone chimes. Catching a glimpse of Junaid's name on the ID caller, with a swift motion, I pick up my phone from the study table and hit accept.

"Hello!"

"Wow such a surprise. You were so desperate to hear my voice?" He chuckles, and I smack my forehead with my palm in contempt.

"You know very well that why I picked up your call quickly." I try my best to sound a bit polite, but fail.

"Haha. Hmm." I hear the sound of a deep inhale and exhale of air, on the other side of the phone.

"What do you mean by hmm? Tell me who is that jerk."

"I can't tell you on phone. We must meet." He clears his throat before saying this.

"What?" I almost snap at him.

"Hold your anguish inside you, Arzu. I will tell you only if you meet me within the next thirty minutes. Otherwise, find about him, yourself." I bite my tongue to suppress the urge of shouting at him. I have to know about that text sender at any cost.

"OK. Fine. Where do you want me to come?"

"I am texting you the name of the Café. Come there, as soon as possible."

"OK." With this, I end the phone call and dropping it in my handbag, I pick up a white woolen shawl and leave my room, closing its door behind.

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I have read a couple of stories where the main character enters on her own in the den of the devil, and now I feel quite the same way as I enter in the Café and walk towards the table, where he is sitting in a comfortable posture with a devilish smile dancing across his lips.

"As-salamu alaykum." I say him Salam before dragging a chair and sitting in it.

"Wa-Alaikum-Salaam." He smirks at me sitting in his seat, tapping his fingers on the surface of the table.

"Stop it. It is irritating." He instantly stops the tapping and leans back on the chair and stares at me continuously.

"Is there something over my face? That you are trying to find out." I look straight at him and he only smirks.

'Jerk'.

"Since when you know this guy, named Irfan?" He picks up his phone and types something over it.

"What?" My mind clicks, and I remember that night when I saw that guy named as Irfan in the market with Sumbul.

"What happened? Do you know him?" He asks looking straight at me.

I am angry on myself for going to the market with Sumbul and angry on the situation, I am stuck in now.
'Should I tell him about Irfan and his sister or should I keep quiet?' This to be or not to be situation is depressing.
Junaid twists his lips in suspicion and narrows his eyes at me.

"I didn't ask you to solve a numerical that it is taking you so long to answer me."

"No. I don't know him." I shake my head. I know that what Sumbul is doing is wrong, but I can't expose her secret like this. She trusts me and I know Junaid is not a polite brother, who will understand his sister. He will flare up at her and might behave worse than I can ever imagine, with her.

"What else, did you find out about him?" I ask trying to encourage a smile out of my shock stricken face.

"Nothing so useful. Except that his name is Irfan, and he is a son of a businessman from Islamabad. But I am wondering that if you don't know him then why is he bothering you?" He wrinkles his forehead. I have to divert his attention from this topic right now, because I am scared that his questions might make me slip something out of my mouth which I might regret later.

" I don't know. Maybe it is his hobby of messing with different numbers." I chuckle, shaking my head.

"Maybe... Anyways If he again tries to bother you. Tell me about him. I will put charges of cyber crime against him." Junaid smiles at me and I give him back a subtle smile. I appreciate that he is being helpful. Maybe he isn't as bad as I think he is.

"Thank you for your help. I have to go now." I pick up my handbag and hold it from its stripes.

"Where are you going?" He gets up quickly to stop me.

"Home. I didn't tell mom about where I was going. She is alone and must be worried."

"I know. But I didn't call you here just for this little information."

"Oh really? Then?" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Many times I asked you to have a coffee with me, but you refused every time. But I won't let you go like this, today."

"Thank you but I can't."

"Why?just because you don't like me?" His facial expressions are disturbed. I keep quiet and feel that he winces at my silence.

"It is fine if you hate me. But at least for the sake of the favor that I have done to you, please stay for a cup of coffee." He almost pleads, and I feel bad for my rudeness.

"I never said that I hate you. I.... I just don't have any specific, special feelings for you." He slightly smiles at me.

"Feel better to know that you don't hate me." He chuckles.

"Alright. I will have a coffee with you. But it is for the first and last time."

"As you wish." He smiles before calling a waiter.

The Next half an hour is spent in taking our coffee. Junaid tells me a number of jokes and I try to laugh at some of them. Today for the first time, Junaid behaves different and a better kind of different. I like this change in him. I was worried that he might question more about Irfan, but he doesn't, and I am glad that Sumbul's secret is safe. I have decided that I will talk to her myself about this moron, so that she can know his evil nature.

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To be continued......
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