Mere Humnava

Chapter 8

Amaya's POV

I was standing near the fan to let my mehendi dry when I noticed that my phone was ringing.
It was in my potli bag which I carried but I was not able to pick it up as I had mehendi all around my hands.

Just then I noticed Ibrahim standing behind me and this guy irritated the shit out of me. I didn't even completed my sentence and he grabbed my hand.

He grabbed it in that way that my mehendi got ruined. I didn't got hurt because it wasn't that tight but I started getting emotional because my mehendi was all mixed up now.

Soon he released my hand but I'll not let him go that easily so I saw the pot of mehendi which was kept beside me and without even thinking I poured that on his kurta and his face.

He screamed and I really enjoyed the whole scene and specially watching him.
Everyone came to us hearing his scream and now some were laughing and some were curious to know what happened.

" Are you mad or what, ye kya pagalpan hai haa?"
He asked me being all angry and I started laughing.

" Ya mere khuda ye kya ho rha hai Ibrahim"
(Oh Allah what the hell is happening here?)

" Amaya ye kya kr rhi ho tum haa?"
Nazila aunty and Naina di came to us and started asking the usual questions.
( Amaya what have you done?)

"ye sab iski wajah se huaa hai, isne meri mehendi kharab kr di thi to Maine iske kapde aur chehra kharab kr diya, fair enough" with that I was going to fold my hands but Ibrahim grabbed them and this time his grip was tight.
( This all happened because of him. He ruined my mehendi so I ruined his outfit and his face, fair enough)

"What do you think of yourself ? Tumhe maine mazaak mazaak me bht bardaastht kr liya pr ab nhi, tum aur tumhari family niklo yaha se abhi ke abhi"
( What do you think of yourself? I have enough tolerated you and now you and your family get out)

His grip was so tight that this time my arms were actually hurting and the whole time he was pointing his fingers at me as if I committed a crime.
" Leave my hand"
I said being as clear as I should be. I'm not afraid of anyone and specially not him.
" I said leave my hand" This time I glared at him but he was also fuming in anger that his grip got tightened .

" Ibrahim choro uska haath" Vidhaan Bhai came and tried to release his grip from my hand but he didn't bulged a bit.
( Ibrahim heave her hand)

" Bas karo ye tamasha tumlog aur Ibrahim Amaya ka haath choro use hurt ho rha hai "
Nazila aunty spoke but he was not listening to anyone.
Inayat, Zoya di and even Ruhaan tried to separate us but I don't know why nobody came in between I mean they could just jerk his hand away but they were only saying this to him and nobody did anything.
( Everyone stop this nonsense and Ibrahim leave her hand, it's hurting her)

The way he was looking at me speaks a pure hatred. My eyes became teary and the tears started to fall on my cheeks, this time because of the pain he was giving me.
" I said leave my hand, are you deaf or what?"

I screamed on his face but still he didn't, infact he turned around with that and dragged me towards the entrance.
It was uncomfortable for me to be able to walk in heels so I was stumping a bit but he held my hand that tightly that I didn't fell.

When we reached the entrance, he dragged me out of the main door and he jerked my hand.
I lost my balance and I fell on the floor there.
Vidhaan Bhai and Naina di helped me in getting up and Ruhaan came running to me.

" Amaya are you okh? Did you got hurt anywhere?"

" Ye sab apne bhai se pucho, Mai yaha apni bezzati karane nhi aayi hu lekin tumhare Bhai ko to shaukh hai. Jb se ye insaan meri life me aaya hai jb dekho baatein suna kr chala jaata hai."
My emotions took control over my body. The anger, the hate started getting me more mad.
( You should ask this to your brother. I am not here to get insulted and your brother loves to do that. Since the time this guy came in my life, he is using harsh words with me)