CHAPTER 16

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Minha Ali
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As I made my way inside Maani's house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness bubbling inside me. Not only I was looking forward to the party, but the thought of seeing Shahmeer after so long filled me with excitement. However, deep down, I couldn't shake off the feeling that good things never stay in my life for too long.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my phone vibrated, interrupting me. As I checked my phone, my heart skipped a beat as I saw a message from someone I never wanted to hear from again - Shabbir Ali. My hands started to shake as I read the message, "I'm back and will be meeting soon-S", my mind flooded with fear and anxiety.

I couldn't believe he was back, but why would he want to meet me? I nervous started biting my nails, a habit I have always had when I'm scared or anxious. I knew it was him by the single letter 'S' but I couldn't understand why would he contact me. My life is going great, and I don't want him ruin it.

As I looked up from my phone, I saw Shahmeer standing with his brothers, staring at me intently. Our eyes met, and for a moment, I was lost in his gaze. But I quickly turn my head away, avoiding any interaction with him. I searched for Mishi, hoping to find some comfort in her company.

I saw her sitting in the garden, talking to Rabia bhabhi. Without hesitation, I made my way towards her. "Mishi", I called out her name, trying to get her attention. She smiled and patted the seat next to her, asking me to sit. I shook my head, unable to calm my nerves. "We need to talk", I said, biting my lips.

"What's wrong?", She asked, getting up from her chair and holding my hands.

"We can't talk here", I replied, looking around to make sure no one was listening. Even Rabia bhabhi was looking at us curiously. "Just five minutes", I insisted, taking Mishi's hand and walking away from the garden.

"He's back Mishi", I said, my palms starting to sweat with fear. "Who's back?", she asked, confused. I showed her the message from Shabbir Ali. "How did he get your number?", she asked, reading the message. "I have no idea", I replied, feeling scared and helpless.

"He said he would meet soon", I added, as tears formed in my eyes. Just then my phone rang. It was him.

"Assalamualaikum", he said, I swallow  the lump in my throat hearing his voice, mishi nudged me from the side to put the call on speaker, without replying to his salam, I asked him why he called me.

"I missed you jaan", eww how cringe and disgusting I thought rolling my eyes as I looked at my phone screen.

"Stop calling me".

"But I missed you jaan and I love you ", he said, his voice filled with longing.

"Shut up don't call me again", I mumble and ended the call", "I'm feeling scared", I said, turning to look mishi.

Then, my phone ringed again. "Kya chahiye yaar tumhe? Kaha na call mat karo", I shouted, glaring at the phone.

"Ahh, kitni pyaari lag rahi hogi tum, aise cheekhte hue", he said, with a chuckle. "Abe, chal bakwas band kar apni", I replied, if ammi came to know how I'm talking, then I will be homeless.

"Tumne black color ka frock pehna hai na", he said, out of nowhere making me freeze on my spot. How the hell does he know, I thought looking at my surroundings.

"Yahan wahan dekhna band karo, meri jaan. Haan ek aur baat, aapke liye ek surprise hai, kal mujhe university ke bad milna", he said.

"Jahannum mein jao", I replied, and just then my phone got a message, I see its a photo of mine standing here talking to him. What the hell?.

"Tum kahi aas pass ho kya", I asked, panic evident in my voice.

"Haan".

"Ask him where he his?", Mishi whispered, placing the call on mute.

"Kahan?".

"Tumhare dil mein", he said, with a laugh.

"Chhichhore, do number aadmi", I said, I felt like killing him at this moment.

"Tumhare, muh se bedzati bhi tareef lgti h", he replied.

"Bakwas band, call kyu ki hai?", I asked, feeling disgusted talking to him.

"Kal, mujhe milna h tumse, aur haan acha tayaar hokar aana, meri jaan", he said .

"Tumse acha main, zoro se hi na mil lun", I said, as I glanced at Mishi to see her giggling because zoro is our neighbours dog.

"Who the hell is zoro?" He asked, from the other side.

"Gali ka kutta", I replied, rolling my eyes.

"You will regret, saying this", he said, then again my phone got a message notification. I see a video of mine in my room at night, and I'm wearing shorts.

"Did you like it?", he asked, I can feel him smirking on the other side.

A chill ran down my spine as I watched the video of me sleeping soundly on my bed. I couldn't believe it, was he really stalking me? My palms began to sweat and my heart pounded in my chest. The thought of someone invading my privacy and capturing such an intimate moment filled me with fear and unease.

The bedsheet lay carelessly on the floor, my bare legs dangling off the side of the bed. How could he possibly gotten this video?  My mind raced with terrifying thoughts, wandering what else he could possibly have. I couldn't shake off the feeling of being violated and exposed.

"Delete the video", I said, as I clutched the phone tightly in my hand.

"Not before you say, you love me", he replied.

"Just delete the video, you bastard", I shouted. "You don't want your mother to see this video right", he asked, this kutta, and continued, I will tell her you sended me this video",

"No, I mumble feeling helpless, galti hamesha larki ki hoti hai, even if she didn't do anything.

"I love you meri jaan", he said, "love you too", I replied and ended the call and turn my head behind to see him standing there. With hurt in his eyes.

My fears were confirmed as I saw Shahmeer standing there, hurt and betrayal in his eyes. I felt like the universe was conspiring against me.

Why do you always do this me? Why can't any happiness last in life?", I thought, gazing at the sky. In that moment, I knew Shahmeer had overheard our conversation and misunderstood some thing.

Sadly, this was just another instance where my happiness was short-lived, and I couldn't do anything to change it. My heart was heavy with fear and dread, and I couldn't help but question when my luck would finally change.

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Allah hafiz 💕💕

Allah hafiz 💕💕

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