CHAPTER 36

CHAPTER 36 : Call from the college

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Author's pov

Fawad was sitting on the chair tiredly , his hairs were sticking over on his forehead with sweat , and he was taking deep breaths to calm himself down .

Tring

Tring

He irritably picked up his phone to cut the call but stopped when he saw the caller ID. 'Safia.' He closed his eyes and answered.

He closed his eyes , to calm himself down . He picked up the call .

"Hello Safia ? How is your day going ?" He asked trying to get the most peaceful voice he could muster.

"Mr Siddiqui are you free?" She asked .

"Ofcourse, how can I help you sweetheart?" He inquired while getting up from the chair , trying to fix his hairs with his left hand .

"You sure you are free?" She inquired again.

"Yes , tell me what happened? Did someone troubled you?" He asked.

"No , actually, yes . I don't know " Safia frowned.

"Okay , relax . I am coming to college . Don't panic " Fawad just got out of the room , and stared at Rudhra who was standing outside holding a bottle of liquor in his hand , his eyes half droopy .

Dark circles were clearly evident , and he looked tired.

"What are you doing here ?" He asked Rudhra .

"I—I wanted to talk about something" Rudhra blurted out , alcohol reeking down his breath.

"I will talk later , sit in my room , and you"he stared at the maid beside .

"Clean the room" he added to the order , but before he could go, Rudhra put a hand over his shoulder.

"Your reports were—" Rudhra tried to say but his eyes felt heavy , and the maid quickly rushed to his side to handle him.

"Will talk about this later Rudhra you should rest" Fawad just walked out , and rushed straight to the car . The maids stared at him, and his messed up attire. His hands were bleeding from the side which he just wiped in his handkerchief.

He sat inside the car , and stared at his reflection in the small mirror . Opening the small box on the side of the car , he started to tidy up his own self . Brushed his hair , tidied up his shirt and tie .

F L A S H B A C K

Fawad came to the house , it was late at night . Almost all the maids were sleeping by this time . He expected Safia to be fast asleep too.

Tick

Tick

He stared at the wall clock .

3 : 45 am

'It's late' He sighed and walked towards the hallway , and went to drink water from the kitchen .

He poured down the water into his cup , and came into the living room to drink it . He was tired and sat on the couch , almost collapsing .

"You are back" Safia said coming from the side slowly. She was in her night dress , wearing her pink pajamas with a purple slipper pattern over it .

"You are awake?" He asked her , and she hummed , still feeling sleepy . She came towards him and sat beside him.

"You should have slept" he brushed her hair from her face , feeling all his worries vanish .

"Why are you staring at me like this?" Safia asked , while looking at anywhere but his face , feeling shy under his gaze , which seemed to just gaze under her skin.

He just stayed silent . He had so much to say , but it was way too early to tell it all to her .

He remembered Sabrie's words

'You know Safia , why did I narrate it to you? She will be confused and look at you , use that time and answer 'Because it reminded me of you , not only this , all the beautiful things remind me of you'

'Should I say it?' he thought, but he got too scared and decided to chicken out .

Safia noticed his lips parting as he wanted to say something .

"Do you want to—"she tried to ask but then her eyes fell over his face and she frowned. His eyebrow was bleeding from the side , and his cheekbone was bleeding too.

"What happened to you?" She asked with horror and her calm tone changed into a worried one .

"What ?" Fawad was confused.

"This" she pointed at the cheek .

"Oh it's just normal.  It keeps happening whenever I am on a mission" Fawad told her shrugging the topic of.

"But it shouldn't happen "Safia said while still staring at it. The whole night she kept staring at him , making sure that he didn't sleep on the side of face , where the injury was.

Fawad knew that it would happen again , so he just gave a slight nod , knowing that he would just keep a kit in the car to tidy up and wipe all the blood off before coming to her.

P R E S E N T

Fawad remembered the incident , and smiled lighty now , driving the car off .

On his way , his eyes fell on an old man who was squinting his eyes and trying to sell some tote bags . He kept going towards a few people trying to convince them to buy the bags. Fawad slowed down the car and got out .

"How much for these?" He asked.

"100 for 1 my son" The man said and Fawad stared at him with his tongue clicked on the side.

"Are they bad in quality?" Fawad asked.

"Ofcourse not ! These are stitched by my wife ! These are not bad ! I carry my lunch in one for years and it have not even gotten slightly worn out" the man said .

"Then why are you selling it for this cheap?" Fawad asked with a raised eyebrow , trying to think that he caught the lie of the man.

"You find it cheap ? There have been many people before you who have bargained for the price . Who will buy it for more price ? When they aren't buying it for even 100 only?" The old man asked .

And Fawad stared at him , for a few seconds.

He looked around the place , it was an area for the upper middle class . He have been here with his friends , and even a single pastry costed more than 100, which made him wonder why will people who can afford it simply bargain for less.

'Everyone is simply selfish, but in their own ways' He remembered his father's words .

'Maybe he isn't always wrong' Fawad thought to himself.

"Pack all these up , and tell me the final price" Fawad told him.

"Huh?" The man was surprised.

Before Fawad could answer, the phone again rang .

"Mr Siddiqui?" It was Safia who was worried.

"Just give me 10 minutes Safia, I am so sorry for being this late " He apologized.

"It's fine , just please come fast . The dean is angry with each passing second"

"The dean? Who gave him right to be angry at my wife?" He asked in irritation.

"Rights aren't needed to be angry , reason is needed . I might or might not have slapped his daughter "Safia said in a slow voice.

"Slapping once isn't a big deal" Fawad told her.

"I know , but I did it thrice . Once in class , once in corridor , and once in his office , because she kept spitting nonsense " Safia told him sadly , thinking that he will get angry at her for causing trouble.

"It's fine darling, when I come , make it 10 , in front of me . I know you aren't on the wrong side . Just wait and ask that man to wait , otherwise I will replace put some black pills in his head to quiet him down" Fawad told her.

"Mr Siddiqui , pills are for the mouth not for the head" Safia laughed as she corrected.

"These pills are for forehead only darling. Give me 10 minutes I will be there" Fawad said , staring at the old man in front of him , who was looking at his face for an answer.

"Okay bye bye Mr Siddiqui " Safia cut the call.

"See , I am pretty late for something, so just tell me the bill"

The old man nodded at the words and started counting as his hands trembled with happiness.

Fawad took the bag in his own hands .

"These are 14" He gave the man 5000, and started to walk towards his car.

"Sir ! These are extra" the old man said.

"Not actually, if I would have bought these up , I would have paid way more . Here is my contact number , call me , I will just keep and your wife as the private bag stickers for my wife . I like these designs " Fawad passed the card quickly and drove away .

He looked at the bags , which were in almost every colour. He was happy that his wife will like these and might match one of them with her dresses . He might not be able to be with her for a long time , but he wanted to give her all the happiness, which he could in the meantime .

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"He is coming in a while" Safia told the dean in a low voice , and the dean stared at his daughter with fear.

"She's lying . She's just a trophy wife . There is no way someone will love her ! So Fawad Siddique is out of the question, and if he genuinely loved her, then he would have been here till this time right?" She asked her father with a whisper and the dean just slightly nodded trying to calm his own self down .

'Hope so it's the case only' Dean thought to himself as he stared at Safia in irritation.

He couldn't almost believe that a girl slapped his daughter in front of him .

"When is he coming?" The dean asked again after 5 minutes.

"He must be on the way" Safia awkwardly said , holding her tote bag close to her own body . Sabrie was sitting on the chair witnessing this drama unfold in front of her eyes.

"Is he really ? Or are you just lying?" Rubab asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Rubab , you really do have a talent , whenever you speak , my blood boils" Safia clenched her fist.

"Oh please shut up ! Bloody villager" Rubab scoffed .

"Bloody ? Come to my village once , I will make your whole face full of blood there" Safia was about to charge at her , when the dean stood up.

"You really have no regard for the elders" He rolled his eyes.

"I do have , if they are impartial. She have called me slurs , she called my family members slurs , do you really expect me to be quiet?" She asked.

"What's your tongue for then? Use that . Argue , don't raise your hand" The dean said , and Safia just clenched her jaw knowing very well that she could never stoop as low as Rubab in argument.

The pune entered the room with fear evident on his face.

"Sir—Mr Siddiqui have came"

To be continued...

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