Flashback
A piece of paper was thrown right across Rubab's face by her father Selim. He marched at her like a raging bull when her mother Runa stood in front of her like a shield.
" Didn't she promise that she will do better this time?" Selim shouted at Runa pointing his finger at his 15-year-old daughter who was staring at the floor with blurry eyes.
Runa tried to calm down her husband," It's not the final exam. She will do better in the final. Just be patient.
Selim's said in disbelief," She failed again. This time she failed in Mathematics too and you are telling me to be patient."
" Why am I even wasting my money on her education? I swear except for cow dung she has nothing inside her skull," Selim continued shouting.
Rubab grabbed the ham of her dress tightly. She started seeing everything red due to anger. She raised her eyes at her father with burning eyes.
" Just give her another chance, Selim," Runa said softening her voice.
Selim snapped at his wife," If her brothers can bring good marks then why can't she? Am I discriminating against her? From schools to house tutors, I am providing everything then why she can't just bring some good grades."
" Come on Selim. Stop comparing her to her brothers. She was trying too," Runa was tired of his continuous shouting.
Selim yelled at his wife," Do you know why Zulfikar and Joheb always do better? Because they work hard unlike this lazy spoiled brat."
When Selim told Rubab was a spoiled brat he wasn't wrong. Rubab was never a bright student or we can say she never tried to work hard. Instead of books, she was more interested in hanging out with her friends and spending time on her phone. The most common problems of teenagers.
" I swear Runa if she fails in the final too then I will marry her off," Selim was frustrated.
Rubab threw a flower vase on the ground to catch her parents' attention. When they looked at her she didn't say anything but her look was threatening.
" I will burn your house down if you think about my marriage again," she threatened her parents.
Her parents' faces turned pale hearing her because they knew that she is capable of doing anything.
Taking her school bag she stormed outside the house. She started her journey to the school not before puncturing her father's bike.
Rubab reached school in a ruined mood. Her friends Ayesha, Saad, Tania, Ruhi, Zubair and Wahaj were already waiting for her in the school backyard which is their meeting point. This is the abandoned cafeteria which turned into Rubab and her gang's territory.
" Seems like you have heavy breakfast this morning," Saad joked making everyone burst into laughter. Rubab glared at him.
Zubair took a puff from his cigarette," I don't understand why your father is obsessed with grades. He got enough money to buy degrees for you."
" Since he takes honesty pills every three hours so you can guess," Rubab answered rolling her eyes.
She was going to say some foul words when the school bell rang. Picking up their bags from the ground they forwarded their legs to the classroom.
Entering the classroom Rubab thought to have a nap because her father didn't let her sleep last night. He forced her to study the whole night because he caught her using her phone instead of studying. It wasn't the first time Rubab was thinking to sleep in the class.
Rubab's spoiled mood was spoiled more the moment her eyes caught an unknown boy sitting at her signature desk. This desk along with the five desks behind it are marked by Rubab and her friends. No one dares to sit on these desks.
The boy who was sitting at her desk was reading an astronomy book. He was so engrossed in his study that he didn't notice a gang approaching him with full rage.
" This desk is mine," Rubab banged her hand on the desk catching his attention.
The boy raised his dark brown orbs at her. Observing her face for a few seconds he started checking the desk carefully.
" There is no name written on the desk," He replied concentrating back on his book.
Rubab felt the sudden rage clouding her vision. She also wondered who is this boy. She never saw him before.
" You are the new student referred by the principal, aren't you?" Ayesha questioned but the boy did not answer anything.
Saad took one of the boy's notes in his hand and said loudly," Dawood Ibne Yazdani."
" Leave the desk, Dawood. Otherwise, it won't be good for you," Wahaj said sounding polite though the threat was prominent in his voice.
Dawood seemed untroubled by their questioning. He continued reading the book letting out a sigh.
" You don't know us well! You are brin........." Saad was interrupted by Dawood. " I don't need to."
Then, he diverted his eyes at Rubab," This desk isn't your property. I can sit wherever I want. You can sit somewhere else."
The next moment, his book was snatched away from his hand and thrown outside the window by Rubab. Giving her an astonished yet furious glare he ran to the window. He saw his book floating in the nearby pond.
Before he could overcome the sudden shock of this situation, the rest of his books, notes and bag were thrown on the floor. Giving him a dramatic glare she sat on the desk. The proud look on her face irritated him and pushed a strong nerve inside him.
" I am going to complain against you," Dawood screamed.
He thought they will look scared by his words but they burst into laughter. Getting embarrassed he looked at the other students who were looking at him with pitiful eyes.
" To whom?" Rubab questioned putting bubble gum inside her mouth. " Specifically?"
Dawood shouted," To the principal."
" Oh! You mean my mother?" Saad questioned and another roll of mocking laughter echoed through the whole room.
Soon, Dawood realized that these students are dominating the whole class since not even a single student stood against them. Everyone was looking petrified.
Before the situation could get worse, the teacher arrived. Without creating another drama, Dawood sat on another desk after collecting his books and notes from the ground.
The teacher started writing something on the board and instructed the students to write. Dawood opened his note but couldn't find his pen in the bag.
" Where did it go?" he mumbled searching for his pen. An irritated sigh left his mouth noticing the pen under Rubab's desk.
He murmured," That arrogant girl isn't going to return it."
He did not know whom he should ask for a pen. He does not know anyone in this class. He turned behind to ask for a pen but the boy sitting behind him did not help looking at Rubab's direction.
Letting out an inaudible frustrated growl Dawood turned at his desk. His facial expression got changed after noticing a pen on his desk. Picking it up he looked here and there in search of the person who helped her.
His eyes caught a chubby girl who was smiling at him. She said lowering her voice," Don't forget to return it."
Dawood smiled though he was a bit amused by the girl's action. He wondered why she helped him. A few moments ago he saw her standing with that arrogant spoiled gang.
" Thanks, umm....." Dawood said. " Your name?"
The girl's chubby cheeks turned red. She answered smiling," I am Ruhi."
Dawood smiled at her and then they diverted their focus to the class.
The whole day went well except for Dawood feeling some heated glare at him. He ignored Rubab and her gang like they never existed. He did not make a fuss about the book since he got another copy of it. It's just the first day of him in this school so he doesn't want any unnecessary drama.
Dawood was standing in front of the school gate having an annoyed expression. It was pouring outside and he did not bring an umbrella with him.
" Take it," A girly voice startled Dawood.
Someone offered an umbrella to him. His eyes turned round after noticing the person. It was none other than Rubab.
Note- The flashback won't be long. Only the major events will be elaborated.
Now, the important thing, before some of you comment author, why are you showing Rubab in such a negative arc?
Well, in the disclaimer I already mentioned that the leads in the story are horrible in their own way. So, I am just writing about how I planned to write. 😊
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