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"You fucking-" Zayan turned Jibran around punching him right on the bridge of his nose. Zimal's eyes shot wider as she almost screamed with fear.
What the hell just happened? And what the hell is he doing here?
They had been here for almost the half of their day organizing and making everything work out for this proposal. She was unable to understand his rage as she saw him blurting out some aggressive words for Jibran. Jibran stayed all puzzled up as the pain shot through his head making his nose bleed. It took him a moment to get all heated up and into this with him. Hell no, please. This was the last thing on earth she expected here. There was no one to stop them and she wasn't that strong enough to push one of them away as they were too dumb to be hearing her voice right now.
Jibran pushed him on the table senselessly on the burning candles aggressively and punched him near his jaw. She was too numb to be doing something to stop them but she winced at the vision regardless. She thought she would faint watching them all curled up fighting each other like animals. They kept beating each other up in ways that made her legs waver. She screamed out to stop them but it didn't help obviously. She wanted to snatch her hair off her head helplessly.
"STOP IT FOR GOD'S SAKE!" She screamed again on the top of her voice but they wouldn't stop.
Her eyes went to the big knife sitting beside the cake on the table. She reached for it in a blink of an eye.
"I'M GOING TO CUT OFF MY FREAKING NERVES IF YOU TWO-"
Zayan turned around running towards her as the alarms of the outcome hit his head. He snatched the knife from the edge cutting his own flesh open before she could even complete her sentence.
"What the fuck were you going to do, Zimal?" He screamed throwing the knife away with all the force he had in him clutching her wrists in his. He almost losther.
"What the hell were you going to do? Kill him? And for what? Have you lost it all or what-" She went out of breath screaming with the same rage as him banging her hands on his chest harshly. Jibran was as into the fight as him but all she blamed was him. He let out a dissapointed chuckle throwing his head back in the air running his hands through the unruly hair. Zimal saw the blood of his hand smearing on his forehead as he grazed his fingers rubbing the temple on his forehead with frustration. She would have helped him if the situation wasn't as intense as it was right now. Her ego stood tall in between her heart and his wounds.
