Chapter 26 A WAVE OF TERROR

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Shinaya's POV:

Our History teacher bombarded a bomb of an assignment on us and it hit me more violently as I was planning to have a basketball match. 

To discuss it our group sat a plan to meet at a coffee cafe. As per our group tradition, Maryam arrived first, me second, Aqsa third, and Mahnoor last.

We placed our order and started to work on it. The assignment was quite disturbing for me, I hated history and I got an assignment on the Roman empire, which was more complex than history itself. 

"kia ho jata agr Alevels mein history an hoti" I uttered with my head down on the table.

"beta A levels mein tu history hai aur ye tu nahi badlnay wali , than agr history chorni hai tu Alevels chorna paray ga" Maryam said with narrowed eyes with a smirk.

"yeah, and A levels chornay ka mutlb hai parhai chorna" Aqsa chimed in with a smirk, extending her sentence.

"Aur parahi chornay ka mutlb howa???" Mahnoor asked in a teasing way

"Shaadi!!" they all chirped in one voice.

"O bhai, I have no plan of getting married, okay we can talk about history" I said pointing towards the book.

They all started to laugh, as they had completed their mission of teasing me with shaadi topic.

"Come on, yar we will have so much fun in your wedding!" Aqsa pouted and Mahnoor and Maryam also joined her.

"yeah, we will stay at your place, we will make dance practice," Mahnoor begin to day dream, counting the tasks to do on fingers.

"And what about dholkis?" Maryam cutted her off

"Um and what about rasmain (traditions)??" Aqsa exclaimed, putting her on the table.

"Yeahhhhhhhh" They all said at a time.

I was really impressed by their ability of thinking toooooooo far thing. But it was true that they were really excited about my wedding, they said that my wedding would be very exciting because I run away from it too much and I don't believe in love. They said that they really want to see me being lovi dovi with my husband. But I always answered them that true love doesn't exist and talking about marriage, it's just a thing we all do in life and that's it.

"dhood pilai"

"rasta rukwai"

"and what about juta chupai!!"

They all said one after another, I couldn't help but laugh at their list.

After discussing our assignment and having our coffee, we went to the parking area. While walking I said,

"Yarrrrr, I don't understand why we have to learn about history! I hate this subject!" 

"Me too," Aqsa chimed in.

"Come on sisis, it's pretty easy and quite interesting!" Maryam replied to our complaints. She and Mahnoor were masters of that subject, I always thought that they both should be historians in the future.

"Past is not important" I answered her making a bad face.

"No, my dear!" A familiar voice came from back.

Zawaar's POV:

As I approached her, I noticed the confusion on her face. She seemed taken aback by my presence, which amused me. I've always enjoyed catching people unexpectedly, especially her.

"Past reminds us about our mistakes, and a wise man always learns from his past right?" I said, closing the distance between us. Her expression remained puzzled.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zawaar, move!" Miss Mental's (Aqsa) stern voice interrupted me. She was being a bodyguard of her friend. And I was expecting this from her anyway so never mind.

"Relax, Meri Jaan," I reassured her with a calm smile, "When two people are talking, a third person should not interfere, so don't interfere!" I gestured towards her. But I knew she wouldn't stay shut for long, so I tried to continue.

"So where was I?" I took another step forward to her. While she took a step backward, Ah, her shyness kills me. Her eyes were full of fear, I can bet she did realize that she made a big mistake.

"Stay back!" Miss Sexy clenched her jaw. One to two, great 

Meanwhile, Miss Noble (Maryam) attempted to soothe her, holding her hand, while I was observing their fuckin drama. 

"You want yourself out by the guards, or you will leave yourself?" Miss Mental again interfered. I  chuckled at their futile attempts to intimidate me. They had no idea who they were dealing with.

"Sweetheart, do you really think the guards here can throw 'me' out?" I smirked, amused by their innocence, "Those are my servants, they get a salary from us, and they won't like to lose their jobs, right?" I explained, taking a step closer to her. She was silent, that crack lady was well known by my background, and that's why she quickly understood what I said.

"What do you want?" My Dove finally spoke.

"Ahhhh, how innocent are you, darling!" I teased, moving even closer to her. But before I could touch her cheek, she swatted my hand away, igniting a fire in me again. 

She looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds, her golden brown eyes met mine and damn, what killer eyes she got, I want to bite her roughly right now, but she moved aside.

"Aqsa, leave him," She said to her, who was looking at me like she would cut me down any second but thisk thisk thisk she can't even pluck a hair of mine.

"Let's go," she said, grabbing her arm and signaling her crew to leave.

"You can run, but you can't escape!" I warned her in a threatening tone. She might think she could avoid me, but I knew better.

"We can make a deal, be my girlfriend, and after I'm done with you, I'll leave you, deal?" I proposed. 

Her face turned red with anger, and she took a step closer to me, "Keep dreaming fucker!" Her response was fiery, her refusal was laced with venom.

"Ah, my dear, another mistake, what should I do with you?" I mused, running a hand through my hair.

She started to walk away, accompanied by Mahnoor and Maryam, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. They thought they could simply brush me off, but they had no idea what they were up against."It's not that easy to deal with Zawaar, my dove!" I yelled loud enough so she could listen. She didn't turn back. They may have run away for now, but I was not one to be underestimated.


Author's note:

Assalam o alikum everyone, hope you all are doing well, So a big twist is about to come in the next chapter, Be ready! and  please leave your upvotes and comments to let me know about your opinions

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