Jaan-e-Azlan❤

14(edited)

Azlan had some pending work, and the weight of his responsibilities weighed heavily on him. Despite the exhaustion from the day's activities, he found himself unable to rest. After a few hours of fitful sleep, he woke up and decided to tackle his tasks.

Carrying his laptop and files, he made his way to the living room, where he set up a makeshift workspace on the couch. With a strong cup of coffee in hand, he settled onto the floor beside the table, a habit he often discouraged Mantasha from adopting. However, in this moment, he found solace in the simplicity of working on the floor, away from the confines of his office.

Immersing himself in his work, Azlan diligently tackled each task, taking occasional sips of his coffee to keep himself awake and focused. Despite the late hour, he was determined to make progress and alleviate some of the pressure weighing on his shoulders.

Mantasha was in the midst of a deep slumber when the persistent ringing of her phone pierced through the tranquility of her room. Grumbling in annoyance, she fumbled around in the darkness until her hand found the device. With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly answered the call, her voice thick with sleep. "Hello," she murmured, her irritation evident even in her drowsy tone.

The sound of laughter greeted her ears, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion. "Wakey, wakey, babydoll," the voice teased, and Mantasha's eyes fluttered open, squinting at the bright screen of her phone. Seeing an unknown number displayed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension creeping over her.

Pushing herself upright against the headboard, Mantasha tried to shake off her drowsiness as she attempted to discern the identity of the caller.

Mantasha's brows furrowed deeper as the caller responded. "Sorry, who's this??" she said, her voice tinged with suspicion.

"Itni jaldi bhool b gayi," the caller chided, his words causing Mantasha to cringe at the familiar tone. "Wesy tou aap kuch bhoolti nahi. Ham se lagta kuch zyada hi naraz hyn," he continued, and realization dawned on Mantasha as she recognized the voice. It was Arham, and he was calling her at 1 in the morning.

Her irritation flared as she processed the late-night call from someone she had no desire to speak to.

"Kya masla hai ab tmhary saath," Mantasha retorted through gritted teeth, her annoyance evident in her tone.

Arham chuckled in response, "Nothing, just missing you baby doll." His casual reply only fueled Mantasha's irritation, and she was about to end the call when he quickly interjected, "Uh-huh don't you dare to cut my call."

Mantasha's frustration grew, but she remained on the line, unwilling to engage further with his antics.

"Alright, baby doll, let's talk about the real issue," he began, his voice oozing with a condescending tone. "You have one week. Either you apologize to me in front of everyone, or I'll make sure you do it in front of the whole university," he continued, leaning into his threat with a smirk.

"I. WILL. NOT. APOLOGIZE," she shot back, enunciating each word with deliberate defiance. Her eyes narrowed, and her grip tightened on her phone. "Do whatever you want. I am not scared of your pathetic threats," she added, her voice rising with each syllable.

There was a pause as she took a deep breath, steeling herself. "And don’t you dare call me 'baby doll' again," she warned, her tone now ice-cold. "Otherwise, the consequences will not be in your favor. You have absolutely no idea who you're dealing with," she finished, her voice unwavering. With that, she hung up the call, the finality of the action resonating in the silence of her room.

She tossed her phone onto her bed and exhaled sharply, feeling a mix of anger and determination surging through her. He thought he could intimidate her, but he was sorely mistaken. She would not bow to his demands, no matter what.