𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑮𝑶

6.𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔

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.AARIZ'S POV

I had come to meet one of my friends who lives in India. Just as I was about to step into the cafeteria where we had planned to meet, someone collided with me, almost stumbling. 

Reacting quickly, I caught hold of their wrist to steady them, but I was taken aback when I realized who it was. It was Saira.

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

(A.N: dekhlo guys Inka first ayeee hayee Wala moment. 🤭🙈Phir na jane kab dekhne ko mile)

The intense moment of staring came to an abrupt end when the sudden ring of my phone startled both of us, snapping us out of our thoughts.

As she squirmed in my grip, demanding to be released, I continued to hold onto her wrist firmly. Ignoring her protests, I retrieved my phone from my pocket with my free hand.

 With a quick glance at the caller ID, I decided to ignore the call and simply stated to the other person, "I will call you later," before hanging up.

She continued to struggle in my grasp, her irritation evident as she shouted, "choro mujhe!"

But I remained resolute, tightening my hold on her wrist. "No, I won't," I replied firmly.

 I maintained my grip on her wrist ,"Why were you running like a mad? What crime have you committed?" I inquired.

She retorted, "Ayeee. don't say that. And what I do is none of your business. Now, just let me go," she said, her frustration evident.

I maintained my firm grip on her wrist and reiterated, "No, I will not let you go."

She persisted, "Leave me, you ghamandi and dhokebaaz insaan, leave me!"

Angrily, I snapped back, "Stay within your limits, Ms. Don't use such words for me." My tone was laced with irritation and a hint of anger.

Meanwhile, a guy arrived, panting heavily, and came to a stop when he saw her. She exclaimed replying to me "To kaam hi aise kyu karte ho ke koi tumhe ye sab bole ha?!"

I was about to angrily respond " Shut the f--, but I stopped mid-sentence when she stomped her feet on mine, causing me to hiss in pain as her heels dug into my skin.

She glanced nervously at that boy and offered him a tense smile before attempting to run away again. However, I tightened my grip on her wrist once more, preventing her from escaping. 

In a murmured tone, she vowed, "I will take revenge on you for this."

I simply smirked in response, unfazed by her threat.

Then that guy approached her and inquired, "haa so what you did, threw coffee all over my clothes and water on my face, right? Ab tum uski bharpayi karogi" he said, sporting an evil smirk.

She snapped back at him, her voice laced with determination "mene kuch galat nahi Kiya tum karte hi aise kaam ho chomu jaisi shakal or shaitaani se bi battareen harkate. so you deserve that or agar tumne galti se bi agar pappa ko phir se contact Kiya na to mai tumhari Sadi howi aalo jaisi shakal ka muu noch lungi" She retorted, her voice dripping with defiance, as she stepped forward, ready to attack him.