Raah_e_Muhabbat (path of love)

18|planning

Saahir and his friends bunked their urdu lecture and sat somewhere near back door dump to discuss about the party happening this weekend.

Their urdu lecture mostly happens combined merging all three classes together making student toll more than 150 so few boys missing doesn't really gets noticed beside their urdu teacher was a least bothered old man according to him the one who misses the class is missing on his own will so attendance was never really a problem for boys to bunk.

They gathered in their bunk corner as they have liked to name it. It was basically a dump near back emergency door of school and the place was very pretty secluded so nobody really come theres and it was not even in a sight under cctvs.

The boys and few girls were discussing everything but Saahir was lost in his thoughts he was continuously thinking about the time he sneaked out last time. His brother was really close to remove his belt and the bashing he got was something he would never forget that is why he decided to tell him before leaving.

"Saahir kahan ha?" His friend snapped his finger in front of him.

"Kahi nahi dude! Tum log kia decide karahe the?" Saahir snapped back to reality and asked.

"Yar baqi sab choro ye bataou important saman kon laraha ha?" A girl name Aliha asked.

Everyone looked at Affan and Saahir.

"Me nhi laraha kuch bhii!" Saahir raised his hands up in surrender.

"Tere pass best vapes America ke Australia ke kuch to leaa yar!" Another boy peeped in.

"Nahi me nhi lunga I can't risk losing them life me ekdafa agaye so agaye ab wo mere room se bhar nhi niklenge!" Saahir replied.

"Chordo tum agar tum phas gaye to tumhare MLA bahi ki wajah se hum sab phas jaynge Affan tum hi kuch kro!" Aliha said.

"Wese Saahir tune itna class ka saman mangaya kaha se?" Another boy asked.

"Bhaiya ki party me ek larka ha wo mere liye aise kaam krdeta hai!" Saahir smirked.

"Wese mere papa kehte ha jis family se tu hai wahn shareef khabhi paida hi nahi hue sirf aye tere bhaiya ko chor kar leken tujhe dekh ke lagta ha tu solid apne baap dada jesa hai!" He laughed.

Saahir took the biscuit out of packet and threw directly on his face.

"Bakwas band!" He glared at him.

The boys raised his hands in surrender nobody wants to mess Saahir Ibrahim Khaanzada.

Saahir was one of the baddest boy in school he does have a reputation and people doesn't usually messes up with him he was famous even in his juniors because of bullying he and his friends usually does.

Except Muraad teachers also fears him because of the family name he carries so they don't report it to principal and that is why Saahir is safe until now but noone knows for how long he will remain safe.

"Choro faltu ki batein! Maal ki tension nhi leni me leaunga sab!" Affan smirked.

"Beer bhi laoge tum?" Aliha asked.

Saahir looked at him they have never crossed their limits this much he certainly have never it have always been vapes cigarettes and little bit weed and pods but never alcohol.

Saahir was young but he does know that his father was Alcoholic and his brothers hates it more than anything else in this Whole wide World.

"Uski koi zarurat nahi ha Affan!" Saahir pinned him under his gaze.

"Saahir please!" Another girl in crowd yelled.

"You won't do it got it?" Saahir ignored her and said firmly to Affan.