Mere Humnava

Chapter 9

Amaya's POV

The moment I saw him, I started feeling weird emotions in my belly. Emotions of anger, sadness because I have never been treated like that in my life. I came here because I thought I will enjoy but this guy standing infront of me destroyed everything.
"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Listen I don't have any interest in arguing with you so just ple-"

"I mean really wow, tumne meri insult ki, mujhe apne ghr se nikala aur ab yaha iss hotel ke room me aakar scene create kr rhe ho and mujhe attitude dikha rhe ho"
I really wanted to punch him so bad on his face.
( I mean really wow, first you insulted me, kicked me out from your house and now you are here creating a scene in hotel plus giving me attitude)

I saw he was wearing a black shirt with formal pants. His sleeves was rolled up which made the veins on his hands visible. I was in a proper distraction that should I just shut the door on his face or stare at his veiny hands.
Bholenath itne khadoos aadmi ko itna sahi physique nhi dena tha na, ab ho rhi hu mai distract.

(Bholenath, you shouldn't have given this nice physique to this arrogant guy, see now I am getting distracted)

"Mujhe kuch bolne dogi tum ya khud se narrative banana hai tumhe?"
( Will you let me speak or you will keep making false narratives)

"Tum pehle ye batao ki tumhe yaha aane kisne diya? Iss hotel ki to mai itni buri review dungi. Mtlb yaar hadd hai koi bhi room me aajayega kya?"
I was really disappointed with the management really, how did they even not contacted us that some 6'2 guy wanna meet us.
( First you tell me who the hell let you come here and I'll give the worst review of this hotel. I mean like woww anyone can come to your room)

Ibrahim's POV

I had already made up my mind that I will not go to her and beg her to come.
Inayat is a kid for me, she will not be able to stick to her words for more than 2 days.

When she left, I changed into my lowers still shirtless. I sat on my desk ready to see the updates of my designs when my gaze fell on my kurta's pocket which I wore at the function.

I took my kurta up from the ground and saw the rose in the pocket which that idiot was carrying on her hair.

When I removed that rose from her hair, I put it in my pocket and forget to throw it away.

I took the rose and went to throw it at the dustbin, a little late but that doesn't matter.

It was about to fell from my hands to the dustbin when my grip got tightened on the rose, somehow something was stopping me to keep that rose away from me.

I closed my eyes in disbelief.
"What happened to you Ibrahim? Throw that thing away"

I said to myself but when I closed my eyes, all I could remember about was Amaya. Her smile, her eyes, her body, the way it shivered when I was so close to her. And then her tears, the way she told me to leave her hand, the hatred in her eyes for me.