Zimmedari

Ayaan's unbelievable reaction

(The last round finally started, which was unexpected)

Reffree: *whistled* *indicating the match to start*

(The ball was with some player of Zidane's team who was running with it but Haider and his one teammate came from both the sides and took the ball from him)

Zidane: Ahh, shitt!! *He looked and said in anger with little pain in his voice as his ankle was hurting alot due to fall*

Before Hamzah could snatch the ball from Haider he goaled it.

Reffree: *whistled* The score is 2-3, the winning team is declared.

(Zidane closed his eyes in frustration he was not expecting his enemy to win at any cost, but luck was not with him today, Hamzah saw him and went to him)

Hamzah: Uhm, koyi baat nhi bro...next time hum log hee jee--- (cut off)

Zidane: *angry* shut the fuck up!

Hamzah: Oh hello! Don't put your anger on me, it wasn't anyone's fault. (Angry)

Zidane: You're right, it's all my fault. (Looking down with frown eyes)

Hamzah: *sigh* Zid, iss mei Teri bhi kya galti...tuu gira kyu ke Haider ne giraya...

Zidane: hmm.

Yahyah: yarr... Zid bhaiya kese haar sakte hai.. (crying voice)

Ayaan: woh toh hona hee tha, Haider bhaiya hai hee itne strong. ( He said while not removing his eyes from Haider who was happily waving at all)

(Yahyah looked him with disbelief)

Haider: *smirk* Zidane kya hua tuu toh mujhe hospital pohchane wala tha?

Zidane: Dafa hoja yaha se isse pehle mein Teri sari haddiya Tod du! (Shouting with anger)

Haider: Tuu mujhe marega toh tere Bhai ko accha nahi legega yarr... Kitna cute hai woh. *Wink at him*

Zidane: ussey Durr reh kamine, uss ke paas bhi mat bhatakna samjha!! (Furious after hearing him)

Haider: Yarr.. woh toh khud hee mujhe pasand karta hai, isme what's my fault. (Smile evilly)

(Zidane got so frustrated listening him he couldn't hand more conversation with him and left without saying anything)

(Zidane went towards the audience's place)

Yahyah: Zid bhaiya idhar hee aarahe hai...(scared)

Ayaan: *gulped looking at Zidane's glaring face*

Zidane: tum dono ko class mei nahi Jana hah?? (Shouting at both of them with lot of anger)

(Ayaan and Yahyah ran towards their class after hearing him)

Hamzah: *approaching Zidane* Calm down man... What's wrong?

Zidane: kuch nhi!! (Angry)

(Hamzah kept silent he knew Zidane have anger issues and it's better to be silent rather than argue with him)

In 8th B:

Yahyah: Teri wajah se Zid bhaiya ne mujhe bhi daten... (Complaining)

Ayaan: (thinking something) (not answering)

Yahyah: *shaking Ayaan's shoulder* tujhse baat kar Raha hu.

Ayaan: h-huh? K-kya hua??

Yahyah: *sigh* kuch nhi, dekh sun.

Ayaan: *giving his all attention while listening carefully*

Yahyah: Tuu Haider se durr reh.. woh acche nhi hai.

Ayaan: (rolled eyes) chup hoja.

(Yahyah shaked his head at his friend's foolness)

(After the classes got finished all three came and sat in the car while the driver started driving, Ayaan and Sarah didn't dare to say anything they knew Zidane was so angry)

Ayaan: *whisper to Sarah* appi aap match dekhne kyu nahi aye thi?

Sarah: *whisper back* mein library mei thi...

Ayaan: *whisper* kyu??

Sarah: *silently* woh actually... Har time match darling hee Jeet ta hai.. that's why... Mujhe laga Jake kuch nhi hoga... Isse accha thoda parhlu... But pata chala... Woh Haider Jeet Gaya...

Ayaan: Uhm... Accha hua aap nhi thi, Bhaiyu bohot gussa kar rahe the.

Sarah: *sad* hmm.

Ayaan: aap sad kyu?

Sarah: Kyu tum nahi ho? Hamara Bhai match haar Gaya Ayu.

Ayaan: *realising* ah... Uhmm haa mein bhi hu...(looking here and there)

Zidane: stop your bickering both of you. (Harsh)

(Ayaan and Sarah even driver flinched due to his sudden shout)

(Soon they reached home, Sarah was going upstairs while Zidane held Ayaan's hand who shivered due to the cold hand of Zidane)

Zidane: Ruko. (Deep)

Ayaan: j-ji? (Scared)

Zidane: Haider? Kya jante ho tum uske barey mei? (Glaring)

Ayaan: *trying to remove Zidane's hand from his* J-just one s-senior....

Zidane: jhoot. (Shout)

(Sarah who was going upstairs unaware of what's going on behind her, she looked back)

Zidane: mein batau? (Holding his hand more tightly)

Ayaan: Ah... (said in pain)

Zidane: Tumhe malum hai Haider ke barey mei! Tum ye sabh intentionally kar rahe ho. (Dark)

Sarah: kya hora hai? Darling chorho usey kya kar rahe ho? (Trying to remove Zidane's grip from Ayaan)

Zidane: Haath hatao Sarah! (Shouting)

(Sarah removed her hand she knew Zidane called her Sarah is not normal, it's something important)

Zidane: open your mouth and speak Ayaan malik, pata tha na Haider accha ladka nhi hai? (Deep)

Ayaan: u-uh-mm w-wo-hh...(His words weren't forming infront of Zidane he was too scared)

Sarah: Darling ekk baar Shanti se baat karte hai... Calm down.

(Zidane ignored her and gave a tight slap to Ayaan that his fingers print came over his cheeck)

Zidane: Bolna bhul Gaye? Should I teach you? Mein sikhau?? (Angry)

(Ayaan got lots of tears in his eyes he held his cheeck which was now having heat due to the slap, he looked at Zidane with anger)

Ayaan: Kya farq parhta hai? Bhul Gaye hum sotele Bhai hai? Mein kuch bhi Karu, kisi se bhi baat Karu? Why you care? (Angry)

(Sarah gasped hearing Ayaan, while Zidane immediately realised what's he talking)

Zidane: *stepped back* right, exactly. You're correct, do whatever you want.
(He said and went towards his room immediately)

Sarah: i didn't e-expect this from you Ayu. (Crying)

(Sarah too went in Zidane's room direction while Ayaan was standing there still holding his cheeck)

Ayaan: Joh samajhna hai jisko samajhe, Haider bhaiya mujhse pyaar karte hai, apna Bhai samajhta hai. (He said with full blindness)

Hey dear all, what do you think about this chapter please tell me, i love seeing your comments, it always motivates me to write more. Love you all. 💗

What do you think what will happen now?

Do you think Zidane shouldn't slapped Ayaan? OR He did right slapping him?