The thing I adore about parties is parties themselves! I can sway to the music and cheer with peers as loud as I can and all I would be called is party lover.
The loud music, giggling and sensation of fervor injects me the stimulation to be myself.
As I revel in the scene I can't help but notice that the girls have left me to dance all alone, god they all are so boring. Ayra must be studying through her phone, hoor will be basking in the environment from a secluded corner and Inaya, she'll be entertained by that playboy.
Unlike them I'm enjoying my life as per my moto 'aag Lage basti mein Maha apni masti mein'
(Let the town burn, Maha's lost in her own fun)..
why to waste your life when you're not going to get it again.
After jamming fervently I escort myself to the life of tonight which is tangerine juice bar (check the irony a bar for juices because our prestigious organization has highly strict rules for drinking or any immoral activity)
I surround my gaze to savour the feeling until someone bumps into me, I immediately apologize and look down where a paper slips from their hand.
Perplexingly I stare around to see if it was intentional or accidental. My inner voice gives me a heads up not to pick that paper up to repeat the morning's tragedy but like always there are some curious hormones settled inside me and they are stimulated by literally anything.
Ok I'll just pick and read it first, if there aren't any potatoes then I'll think about returning it or else the paper and this floor.
I crouch and pick the note, as I unfold it my senses are blown away by the pathetic writing! It seems like the letters are dying and rolling inside their grave. Anyways I'm again astounded after reading it.
THE NOTE
miss green dress, I've been staring at you enjoying the party like there's no tomorrow and I must say that I'm impressed with your livelihood.
If you're interested than I can make you my girlfriend and take you to my other friends as well.
I'm right ahead of you in the black and white varsity jacket.
Bastard!
Whosoever dared to send this to me is surely hoping for a death tonight and a funeral tomorrow.
Right ahead of me I spot a muscular figure in black and white varsity jacket. Rolling my sleeves I lead myself towards him but then my gaze travels to a plastic stick on the side.
Who brings a stick in a welcoming party is least of my concerns, what thrills me is that it's a signal from God to proceed with my plan.
Tightening my grip on the stick, I hit it straight into his back earning a low painful groan. The figure pivots around revealing none other than Rayan Khan.
I already knew it since the morning that this man had pathetic intentions, by ignoring me he thought that I'll picture him as someone intimidating and find him attractive but he doesn't know who I actually am.
"So it was you who wrote that letter! Pervert" I accuse, brandishing the stick like a makeshift sword "I knew you had nefarious intentions since this morning"
Rayan's expressions turns from shock to disbelief "Are you crazy!" He retorts, snatching the stick from my hand effortlessly.
I regard him with skepticism, the audacity he has to call me crazy after sending this pathetic chit "Same to you! Back to you! No return" I fire back, undeterred "Being crazy is better than being a pervert"
He releases a sigh and clenches his jaw "just stop with this crazy allegations and tell me the actual matter"
He has a menacing look but Maha you're not backing off now "what's their to tell? You wrote me an inappropriate letter I mean if you were interested in me then you could've decently asked me, not that I would accept you under any circumstances but still..." And once my train starts, it has no station but this time he cuts me off and yells
"Chup ho jaoo!" He shakes his head, exasperated "show me the note"
I pull the crumbled piece of paper from my pocket and thrust it at him. He glances at it and yells "you really are crazy!" I flinch and he rubs his forehead "I've been sticking to this spot since this event has begun and am I the only one who is wearing a varsity jacket?"
I internally smack myself for turning out like an idiot Infront of him. Analysing his serious expression I'm damn sure that he wasn't the one to send me this note.
"Ok I apologize but you were the only one suspicious here, I mean everyone else is enjoying the party and you're standing here quietly"
His scowl deepens "Any sane person would've never suspected me but then it's you"
I pause momentarily taken back before bursting into laughter "WOW, you really are grumpy! Ever thought about smiling?"
"Ever thought about talking less?" He shoots back continuously rolling his eyes, I fear his eyes might pop out at this rate.
"No I love myself when I'm talking" I retort "any ways coming back to the point, I would've really appreciated it if the note was sent by James but he ain't wearing a varsity jacket"
"Spare me the details" he spins himself to leave before scoffing "what! James Darlington?"
"Yes, the British, blonde, blue eyed guy on your team"
Rayan scoffs again but his expressions takes a toll as if he's honestly interested in this topic "you really have insane taste in men. Darlington is a playboy and he plays football worse than a toddler, hence he's on the bench"
I give him a look of disbelief "yeah right. Your best friend Ayan himself is the biggest playboy"
He rolls his eyes for what I suppose is the thousandth time "Ayan is an entirely different case"
"Ok if my taste in men is insane so for having a sane taste should I be interested in you?" Leaning closer I wink at him
He chokes on air "Gosh you need to add filters to your mouth and why am I even having this conversation with you?"
"Because you're enjoying it" I say, flashing with a teasing grin
I've never seen anyone who doesn't smile even after hearing hilarious jokes but here is Rayan Khan.
"The only thing I enjoy is tackling"
An idea dawns on me for a new way to have fun, I've already cheered with almost half of the fellows but this grumpy deserves some fun as well.
"I feel really sorry for accusing you so to make up for that, let me treat you"
Regret is the last emotion that I'm experiencing right now, I'm thankful that I misunderstood the situation and got the chance to have fun with him.
"I'm not interested" he jerks his shoulder and refuses instantly
"At least listen it"
"Will you stop if I say no?
"No"
"Then go on"
"Only you because you insisted" flashing a mischievous grin and earning a look of complete disbelief from him I begin chanting my program
"You do play basketball right?" I ask gaining his approval
"So there's a basketball gaming setup in that area, where we'll go. All we have to do is basket the ball and the one who fails has to drink a sour soda and do a dare in the chit that comes with it" as I finish, and continue gazing him with a pleading look.
He stands there with one eyebrow touching sky "I don't even know you and I'm not interested in this childish game of yours"
Pressing my lips together I present my hand for a handshake well aware that he's going to turn it down. I'll someday ask God that why did he create me the way I am?
"I'm Maha Aamir, studying in the department of fashion designing last year, and I'm on a scholarship"
His frown enhances as he goes from leaning position to standing straight ahead of me "my answer is still the same"
Now he's spoiling the mount of exhilaration that had built inside me. I even imagined him performing some of those dares
"I totally understand why you are refusing that's because you are afraid of tarnishing your image of 'the og athletete'. You might've gotten the idea that winning from me surely requires a miracle so I understand-"
"CHUP HO JAOO!"
I flinch as he scoots nearer to me and cuts me off
"Only because I want you to stay quiet"
He grabs my hand in a handshake that was tired of waiting in the air
"And for the record I'm not afraid of anything, definitely not you"
I soar with elation unaware that he's watching me with critical eyes, releasing a sigh he mutters something under his breath and leaves.
As long as I'm the one who's winning a debate I don't care what people think about me.
As he walks with his hands stuffed in his varsity jacket, I trail after him swinging my hands and hoping with glee.
After we reach the arena where the gaming setup is meticulously arranged. He picks up the ball and spins it in his hand with practiced ease "I never thought that I'd see this day"
"Don't worry demons never think of experiencing something good" I blurt out immediately hoping back into my senses that I just called him a demon
His 10th frown of the day is rained down on me "you definitely need filters for your mouth"
I couldn't agree more. Ghalat jaga par ghalat bolne ki adat marwaegi mujhe!
(My habit of speaking out of turn at the wrong place will get me in trouble)
Rolling his eyes he starts juggling the ball in his hand as it was a part of his skeleton. "So what are the rules?"
Rules? Seriously! Rules are meant to be broken "The only rule in this game is that you have to win"
"Alright as expected from you"
"There will be 2 rounds" I begin through my hand gestures "each round will consist of 5 chances to basket. The one whose ball enters the basket most times wins the round and at the end, drinking shots it is"
He nods pursing his lips "think again, you are going to lose" he challenges, making me intrigued "can't say until we have played"
Round one begins with remarkable baskets from his side while I am struggling to throw the ball that at least it should reach the basket
He is grinning over his 5 baskets while I'm snagged at 0 baskets. I should've taken sports seriously back in my school time
"Alright round two, ready to be humiliated again Ms crazy" he teases, effortlessly tossing the ball. I believe I'll be the one to have those sour drinks tonight
"Don't get your arrogance more high than it already is captain" I retort with the determination of improving my gain although I'm well aware that it's impossible
He passes me an irritated glance and throws his first ball, not even looking at the basket, of course it goes in. I roll my eyes to mask the appreciation brimming through them. It bounces right of the rim, mocking me he chuckles shaking his head.
"This is not fair" I complaint still looking at the basket "you must be related to any basketball champion"
"You're just too bad"
"HARSH!" I exclaim pretending to be offended but when in reality I'm enjoying this moment
By the third shot, he's still effortlessly sinking baskets. I'm just trying to get the ball to cooperate with me. His fourth ball goes in without a hitch.
Meanwhile, I manage to hit the backboard, but it still doesn't go in. Heâs up to four baskets again, and Iâm still at zero.
"How are you this good?" I exclaim, hands on my hips.
"I told you, you were going to lose," he says with a smug grin.
"Alright, final shot. Make it count," I say, trying to psych myself up.
He throws his fifth ball without even looking, and of course, it goes in.
He wins the round effortlessly. "Seriously, how do you do that?" I ask, incredulous.
"By just throwing the ball in the right direction" he affirms with a serious expression
"Thank you for telling me I didn't know that I have to throw the ball in the right direction" the Oscar deserving scowl of Rayan Khan grazes me and I'm sure what he'll say next
"Think about speaking less sometimes"
"Like you? No thanks" I say turning back to be saved from the dare and that sour drink. I'm not insane to be actually gulping that acid like drink down my throat
"Are you forgetting about the dare Maha?" He calls on me, I bite my tongue realizing that this is the mess I created "no definitely not" I affirm
"What's the dare that I have to do but please I won't drink that sour liquid. It feels like acid, if you want that I'd do anything you say-"
"Chup ho jao" he rubs the area of his ear "I'm done with the game and I'm not forcing you to drink. In future remember you owe me a dare"
With that he leaves me speechless in this arena. Who is he who didn't turn to glance at Maha or didn't care to taunt me for backing off.
I rush after him only to end up getting 440 voltage current after analyzing the scenario at pool area.
Ayra stands there all wet and Zaid is busy punching some boys. Cherry on top is that Ayra is not trembling but rolling her eyes with a smirk, probably with the hate for Zaid. That's her signature look.
Rayan peers me from head to toe and releases a frustrated sigh "whi did I have to encounter all the crazy people today?"
Despite this insult I flash him my signature, sunshine smile hoping that it would melt his arctic kinda frozen grumpiness. Lesson by Maha Aamir is dont ruin your chances of fun just because others feels like you're crazy. They're just jealous because you're enjoying your life while they aren't.
Aag Lage basti mein Maha apni masti mein
Attending this event concealed many surprising mini events for me to enjoy.
For Instance, the embarrassment that Ayan faced due to his pervert nature. The thought still pains my stomach till I laugh.
But more than anything thrilling me is my emphasis on the target of my revenge, my very own rival and the person I hate with every fiber of my being. Ayra Shaikh, the grey eyed grumpy academic achiever, the girl who threatened to draw a line between me and my dreams.
And I'm never letting her slide without my sweet revenge that is beating her in this semester.
She accepted the selfish way for her dreams right? Then sweetheart watch your dreams kiss the floor.
Her biggest dream is being a gold medalist and securing the once in a lifetime scholarship that Aurelian offers.
I'll never let that happen! And she knows it.
I watch her shifting positions while scrolling through her phone, I bet she's going through the notes for upcoming test but I'm apologetic as my grades can't afford going lower than her.
As she's lost in her academic dwelling someone interrupts her and she shoots them 'i will kill you' kinda look well she gives everyone that kinda look.
"Oh c'mon Ayra did you seriously join this party with that nasty dress of yours" the other girl whose name I couldn't recall provokes her
Ayra gazes around in response and affirms boldly "I don't remember asking you for any opinion"
"Oh please Ayra I was just trying to help. With that nasty look no rich man will seek interest in you"
Being an opinionated citizen I want to gag at her declaration
"Alright" Ayra begins "you should focus on getting a financially secured guy while I'll make sure that I'm the CEO of the company he works in"
This is about to get crazy now
"Do you think that devouring notes will make you this successful?"
"I only think that getting failed and barely passing like you will definitely not" Ayra slightly pushes her "if you'll excuse me I have more important things to do than hearing unwanted opinions"
With that she walks out of this one sided argument closer to the pool. A bunch of boys are partying over there.
One of them gets signalled from the girl Ayra Insulted and without wasting any second he pushes Ayra into the pool.
He motions everyone to bundle up and laugh manically at her. My blood boils as I witness this scenario, no matter the amount of hate inside me for Ayra, I ain't raised up to silently stand while a woman is getting harassed.
Adjusting my glasses I dive into the pool right after her, the cold water clasps my entire body but I focus on reaching Ayra.
Reluctantly I pick her up in my arms, her face mere inches away from mine, those grey fiery eyes warns me but as always I get her out of the pool ignoring it.
Letting her settle I rush to the boys and punch them all until they fall in the same pool
"Dare touch her again and I swear, I'll drown you in the same pool myself"
The words escapes my mouth before I can realize anything.
Releasing a sigh I walk towards Ayra who's panting, I cross my arms and gaze at her with a sarcastic look
"People thank others who save them"
"I didn't ask you to help me" she stares right into my pair of eyes "besides why did you help me? When you hate me"
I still hate you for everything you have done with me but that doesn't demands my morals to bend down. I'm still a gentleman however that's for me to know
"Because you're mine to drown. You're my target" I affirm stepping closer "if anyone will throw you in that pool then that will be me"
"Your hyperbole sucks like you. No one will drown in that 6ft pool"
We stare deeply at each other containing the burning hatred for each other, we are all wet which forces our dress to cling tightly to our body.
"I hate you Zaid Mirza and your wish to hurt me in any way will take you in the grave because I don't give a damn" she states before turning away
"The audacity you have to act so tough while you were the one threatened to destroy my dreams"
She spins "only if your male ego wasn't this fragile to understand the matter"
With that she leaves me standing there taking in the gazes of Rayan. I run a hand through my hair to reduce the frustration but that's not enough
I hate her!
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