Chapter : 12 - Nafrat

Just yesterday we were smiling and enjoying each other's company. If she finds out it's me again, then she'll definitely kill me right now, right here.

"Kaho nader"?

She asked very calmy.

Uns, I am really really- she cut me off saying,

"I dare you to say the next word, Nader. I'll punch you without a second thought." Her voice was icy with rage, her eyes filled with fury.

I tried to speak, but we were interrupted by a third person.

"You look even more handsome up close, Aziz Nader," the girl standing beside her said, smiling.

We both turned to her, me confused by her compliment and Uns giving death glares to her.

" Ab agar ghurna band hogaya hoon, toh mai baat kar lu tumhare handsome seh?" She asked, more like taunting her.

"Damn, my girl is jealous," I thought as Uns' words melted me even more for her. After glaring at the girl, Uns turned her gaze to me.

"First, stop smiling like an idiot, Nader, and second, stop ruffling your hair. Do you have any idea how important this project was for me?

Nader, I could have been selected for the competition. You ruined it. You always do this. Why? Just why? Why can't you let me live in peace?" she burst out.

"It wasn't intentional, Uns. I was just looking for you and-" I tried to explain.

"Looking for whom? Me? Who am I to you that you were looking for me, huh? What's your problem, Nader?" she asked, utterly frustrated.

"You, I said."

"Me?" she asked, confused.

"Yes, just be mine, Uns," I finally said.

"Oh God, what kind of person are you? You don't care about time, place, or situation, and you start blabbering nonsense!" she said.

"Nonsense, Uns? Do my words mean nothing to you?" I asked, disappointed.

"Yes, Nader, all your words are nonsense, and stop ruffling your hair," she said.

"Why? Do you have a problem with my hair too now, Ms. Reza?" I asked, my voice now cold.

"If your precious hair means so much to you, then, " Mai dua karti hoon nader, yeh baal jitne azeez hai na tumhe, yeh baal hein naa rahe.

Ganje hojaou tum, Das(10) bacche hoon tumhe, zindagi bar roge tum, chain seh nahi jiyoge". she said loudly and continuously without stopping.

"Accha, toh mai bhi dua karta hoon uns, tumhe Das(10) kya, bhees bhees (20), bacche hoon, ganja shouhar mile tumhe, tumhare bacche roh roh kar, jina mushkil karde tumhara", I said without stopping.

"Nader!" she exclaimed.

"Ms. Reza," I said back.

Both looked at each other, hate and anger clearly visible on our faces. This is the first time I've felt hate for her in my eyes. After giving one last glare to each other, we passed by each other.

"What on earth is her problem? People make mistakes, but that doesn't mean she can dismiss my words as nonsense.

She made me crazy in her love, otherwise I have no interest in talking to her like a lunatic. If I'm Bhegairat, then she's equally Bhedang.

Stop it, Aziz, don't dwell on her now. Whenever I meet her, she sets my heart on fire. And I'm not any less. If she's fire, then I'm no less than a volcano.

Enough with these thoughts of her. I won't talk to her now; I won't go to her cafe. Let her do whatever she wants; why should I bother when she doesn't want to understand me? It's not my problem.

While thinking, I went to the college cafeteria and sat down, slamming my bag on the table with a loud thud. Then it hit me-I had my laptop in the bag.

Aziz! You're absolutely Bhegairat-this word reminded me of her again. I hate this word now too. I opened my bag to find a crack forming on the corner of my laptop. Great, now it's damaged."

"I was absorbed in examining my laptop when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see a serious Samir staring deep into my soul.

"What happened? Why are you staring at me?" I asked with a serious tone.

"Faruq, Zamir, Varun, and Ankit are hospitalized, Aziz!" he whispered slowly while sitting beside me.

"So what?" I asked."

"So what? Aziz, are you crazy? Why did you hit those people, and for whom did you hit them? What if they speak the truth?" he asked.

"Jiske liye maara, ab woh hein nahi hai, " I murmured slowly.

"What do you mean by that?" Samir asked, confused.

"Nothing," I said, still staring at my laptop.

"What do you mean 'nothing'? Did you hit these four because of her?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Why?" he asked again.

"They threw a basketball at her and even misbehaved with her. How do you expect me to let them off?" I asked, my tone cold and angry.

"What if they all say that you instigated them, Aziz?" This time, Samir's voice held concern.

"Don't worry, they value their lives, and I don't think they'll take the risk to tell the truth," I said.

"Well, bhai, bhabhi is very lucky then. Any guy would think ten times before approaching her in front of you," Samir said with a smile.

"She's not your bhabhi, and she won't be now," I said calmly.

"What!" he shouted. He surely had to be dramatic? , I thought to myself.

"What do you mean she won't be my bhabhi now? Are you in your senses, Aziz?" he asked.

"If she doesn't want me, what can I do, Samir?" I asked him back.

"She considers my words useless, she considers my love useless," I told him.

"So does that mean you'll forget about her?" Samir asked hesitantly.

" Main khud ko bhul sakhta hoon, lekin use kaise bhulu joh meri saans lene ki wajah ban gai hai," I said with a smile while remembering her.

"Aziz, if you don't act soon, then..." Samir stopped in mid-sentence.

"Then what, Samir? Tell me," I asked him.

"Then... Zaki will propose to Uns," he said.

"Zaki? I don't understand. How does Zaki fit into all of this now?" I asked.

"Brother, I met Zaki in the club yesterday," Samir started.

"He asked me about you, so I told him that you're occupied with your beloved. He asked, 'Aziz too?' So I asked him, 'What do you mean, Aziz too?

Have you also fallen in love with someone, Zaki?' I said him, 'Yes, I have.' It's Ezzeh's best friend and Sahara's older sister, Uns Reza.

Sahara must have told you about her. When I heard him speak, I was astonished. Then I asked him if he knows her. Zaki said,

'Yes, I've known her since childhood, and recently, Uns even visited our house.'

"Does she also love you?" I asked him. He replied, 'Why wouldn't she? We've been together since childhood, and if my father tells her to marry me, she won't refuse me.'

Saying With full confidence, he left the club."

"If you don't act soon, Aziz, your love will slip away from you," Samir concluded his point.

I listened to Samir's words in silence, letting them sink in.

"That's not confidence, it's overconfidence," I said calmly.

"And my love is not so weak that I would give up for someone like Zaki."

"Uns is only mine, and she will remain mine. If Zaki dares to interfere, " Mai ek minute bhi nahi sochunga, use sidha jahanum mein pahuncha ne mein". I said as I packed up my laptop and headed towards my class.

It's already 8:30, and she still hasn't come out from her cabin. Only Allah knows what she's doing in there.

After waiting for another 15 minutes, she finally decided to come out. She saw me but turned away and started making coffee.

Nice, now she's even ignoring me. I admit I should have looked while walking, I shouldn't have upset her. But she's at fault too, right?

But was it really her fault? I'm not angry at her scolding; it's normal for me to listen to her, but I'm disappointed when she insulted my love for her.

But you should also consider the situation and express yourself, you idiot, my inner self scolded me.

Alright, I accept my mistake, but she shouldn't punish me this much. She just can't ignore me; If she's angry with me. Let her shout or do whatever she wants.

I am good as long as she talks to me and doesn't ignore me.

I've never thought so much about anyone as I do about her. When I close my eyes, I see her; when I open them, I remember her.

I don't know, Uns, whether this is love or just infatuation. All I know is that now I, I no longer exist; I belong to you. And I just want to be yours.

She didn't come towards me, but Hamza did.

"Aziz? You here?" he asked, surprised to see me.

"I could say the same about you," I replied, equally surprised.

He smiled and hugged me. After breaking the hug, we both sat down.

"You didn't tell me you were back in India, Hamza. Does Uncle Kareem know?" I asked him as I removed my coat and placed it on the table.

"If he knew, would he let me come here, Aziz?" Hamza said in a serious tone.

"I don't know what issue dad has with India, neither does he come nor allow me to come. I told them I'm going to London," He said, laughing.

"Then why didn't you come home? Where are you staying?" I asked him.

"I'm just staying at a hotel," he said.

"Come home. I'll tell Dad not to say anything to Uncle," I said, with my usual cold demeanor.

"Really?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes, come over," I said calmly.

"Alright, then let's meet at home. I'll do some work now. And hey, will you have some pastry?" he asked as he got up to leave.

"No," I replied.

"Why?" he asked.

"I'm not hungry," I said. Then he left, saying okay.

"How can I be hungry when the person I came to talk to isn't even acknowledging me?"

But I have to do something; the cafe will close in a while, and madam will leave in anger. Only then, an idea struck my mind.

No, no, if she finds out, she won't just punch me; she'll straight up kill me.

"No, Aziz, you're not doing this," I assured myself not to give in to the thing my mind was forcing me to do.

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