(Name change. Original name: The Bad Girl)
Anaisha Singhaniya was St. Xavier's most notorious student. She smokes, bullies, wears short clothes, gets just passing grades, and even rides her own bike. But she mostly stays aloof with her gang and alwa...
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Hasan returned home and had to wait a long time for his wife to return. He called her but she doesn't revert. Soon, he got worried. Once again, he was about to dial her number when the door opened, and she casually walked in. He noted, there was something different about her look. She was in a pleasant mood.
To keep her mood fresh, he doesn't bring the topic of him getting restless for her.
"Looks like you bagged your job." He got her some water and took the handbag from her. Anaisha sighed, stretching her arms, and then dropped on the sofa.
"I didn't yet, but I will." She replied kicking her heels. As Hasan was about to walk away, she held his arm, - "Thank you."
He smiled at her, gently caressing her hair. Anaisha felt her stress drain away. These small gestures of intimacy were far better than anything she experienced in sexual intimacy.
After dinner, as Anaisha helped Hasan pack up the kitchen her phone rang. She blinked at the screen that flashed, Yuvaan's name.
Hasan threw the garbage bag, fed Mahajabeen, cleaned her litter and shooed her into her cat bed.
Anaisha disconnected the call when he walked in. They passed a smile.
"It was Yuvaan's call."
Hasan paused as she carelessly confessed to him. He turned to her, feeling a bitter taste rise.
"I thought you had cut him off."
"I did, but he is such a Chipko." She sat on the bed, relaxing her legs, and leaned against the bedpost.
Hasan turned away. He wasn't liking this. But then, why? He had no problem with Priyank but why was Yuvaan bothering him so much.
"Why don't you take any action against him?"- He sat next to her but at a distance, - "Why are you entertaining him instead?"- He sounded miffed.
Anaisha loosely braided her hair, - "I can't. He is digging facts about Anahita Devi."
Hasan frowned harder, shifting restlessly, - "Why are you getting involved in this? Didn't I tell you let her be." His voice slightly raised. He was disturbed that she was willingly to be with Yuvaan, even if it was for this.
Anaisha's mouth dropped open, - "What? Hasan, you said not to, I didn't. But then, Aryaman Singhaniya got involved and—"
"And? Let those two do whatever they want. You won't."
For the first time, Hasan was being commanding and Anaisha didn't like to be ordered around. This ignited the rebel in her.
"What do you mean?"- she placed her hands on her hips, - "Who are you to tell me this? I am my own master."
