𝗗𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗮𝗿-𝗲-𝗗𝗶𝗹

اضطرارِ دل ۳۔

تم ہار کے دل اپنا میری جیت امر کر دو~

Tum haar ke dil apna meri jeet amar kardo~

By losing your heart, make my victory immortal~

It was around 5 p.m. when she returned to her house, utterly drained of energy.

All day, she had been consumed by fear of Ibrahim revealing what he had seen in the café. She was deeply ashamed. Yet, from his side, there was only silence. Dead silence.

This was peculiar for Inaya, as she knew she would have revealed everything if she were in Ibrahim's place. She thought he would seize the opportunity to take revenge for all those years by exposing what he knew. She certainly would have done so.

Inaya first met Zaviyaar during her A-levels. He was her senior, admired by many girls for his personality and excellent grades. However, Inaya rarely saw him because she didn't attend many functions or go to school often.

When she was admitted to the BDS program, she discovered that Zaviyaar was also her senior there, as he was pursuing BDS as well. Their first proper interaction occurred during the seniors' ragging.

Flashbacks;

"Oye naye batch ka aaj pehla din hai sab ragging kar rahe hain aaja ham bhi karen!"

(Hey, it's the first day of the new batch, everyone is ragging them, let's join in too!)

Zaviyaar was persuaded by his friend Ahmer to join him in ragging their juniors. When they arrived at the place where many first-year students had gathered, Zaviyaar noticed a girl being ragged by the final-year MBBS students. She looked eerily familiar.

"You there, introduce yourself and add 'cupboard ke ander' after every sentence."

(Inside the cupboard)

Aamir ordered, followed by a boisterous laugh.

"Mera naam hai Inaya Khan cupboard ke ander. I've done A levels cupboard ke ander. I ought to be a dental anesthesiologist cupboard ke ander-"

(My name is Inaya Khan, inside the cupboard. I've done A levels, inside the cupboard. I aim to be a dental anesthesiologist, inside the cupboard-)

With sheer confidence, Inaya completed the task, forcing Aamir to stop her. Zaviyaar watched her with amusement; she was truly something else.

"Alright, now Bilal is going to play "Billo Rani", and you're going to dance in front of all of us!"

Aamir said with a smirk on his face. Although he was teasing her, it was true that juniors were compelled to listen to seniors, as they couldn't afford to fall out of their favor; they needed their guidance. Juniors simply couldn't say no to seniors. Disgust washed over Zaviyaar's face, and he was about to tell Aamir to shut up when Inaya spoke up herself.

"Come again?!"

Her voice didn't waver, yet it conveyed a mix of confusion and anger, as if she had misunderstood his words.

"You heard it the first time!"

Aamir said, glancing at her and checking her out.

"Stop reflecting your brought up through your actions! Get a grip and get a life! Ajeeb jaahil log pata nahi kahan kahan se uth kar aajatey hain!"

(I don't understand where these types of ignorant people come from)

Her voice remained steady, but her words incited Aamir's rage while making Zaviyaar burst into laughter. He thoroughly enjoyed her retort.