CHAPTER-2

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"Trust me‚ princess I would rather end end my own life than ask you to do anything that might hurts you”

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"Trust me‚ princess I would rather end end my own life than ask you to do anything that might hurts you”.
reading out my favorite quote from my favorite novel Twisted series.
I buried my face in pillow and screamed.
My scream was interrupted listening my mother's scream "INAYATTTT!!!!".

“Ab kisko mout aagayi”. I ran downstairs wearing my glasses and flip-flops stumbling on steps I reached down finally to see my mom boring deep holes in my soul.
"Kya hua ammi? Kyu subah subah aawaz ka pradarshan kar rahe ho". Her glare intensified "your order has arrived". “Which one??” “a book again"
I nervously laughed playing with my fingers.“That's not mine” “Yeh chuna apni saas ko lagana bewakoof samjha hai Inayat Raza aur kon hai yaha”
“Hehe sorry” “This your third book within a week inayat”. My mother stated keeping a hand on her waist and other gripping the spatula.

  “Mein kya hi karsakti hoon agar apke damadon ki list badhti jarahi hai toh”. I murmured to myself “kya bhonke jarahi ho?” “Ammi yarr!! Kuch to lihaaz kare badi beti hoon me apki” I said being offended.
She royally ignored my words and went into kitchen “badi beti kya hoon ghar mein koi izzat hi nahi rahi koi na mera bhi time aayega”. Embracing myself I went to my room to get ready for university.
    
     Wearing a short sky blue chikankari kurti combining with pants putting on oxidized earrings I can die for such jewelry I tell you!!. Applying a small amount of tint on lips spraying my favorite cherry fragrance cascading my brown mocha hair I took my bag and headed downstairs picking a bread slice stuffing my mouth with it giving my mom a side hug made my way outside only to witness azhar waiting in his
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  Impatiently I ran towards his car settling myself giving him my cheeky smile he just ruffled my hairs. Azhar is always like a brother figure to me. He isn't like his bastard brother. He is a walking green forest unlike that red carpet. Whatever why am I even thinking about him.
  
     Roaring the engine to its life we made our way to university. I broke the silence
“Azhar?”.“Yes twinkle?” “what happened at bike race?”. He stopped the car. And looked at me and sighed “Nothing” “Seriously? You're gonna dodge the topic saying a "nothing". “Bhai promised me not to tell anyone”. “Okayy”. I slumped my shoulder in defeat. “Don't get sad twinkle”. “Im not its anyway not of my concern”. I said giving a lazy smile to him he patted my head. We reached university only to see asher and that daniyal guy glaring at each other. Making our way towards them. “Now kiss”. I said in a boring tone they both looked at me.
   
“what? If you both are gonna stare like that to each other anybody can have a wrong idea”. I said defending myself. Asher's eyes raked on my body then at my wrists . Clenching his jaw he looked away. Is he bipolar? No he's a hottie. This bitch interrupted again.

  “where's izzah?” I asked Azhar. “Her cousin is getting married so she didn't came” I made an O face.

     Azhar went to library he had to pick some books I was heading to classroom I was about to enter that bastard kept his hand stopping my way.

     “What you want siddiqui?”. “You”. My eyes came out of my sockets “Whattt”. He bursted out laughing “look at your face ayat”. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. “Its inayat”. “Why dont you like it when I say that” “No” “Don't lie tereso”. ““Its inayat” “Ok ayat” winked at me “I HATE YOUUU” “Feelings are mutual tereso”. “Ughhhh”.

  He took my wrist in his hand. “Who did this to you?” “yaha koi film ki shooting horahi hai?” “Nai kyu” “Toh tum kyu saste hero banrahe ho” I retrieve my hand from his hold he gripped more “I said who did this to you”. His tone firm not like usual giving me chills in my spine.

   I composed my posture and said “An idiotic monster called Asher siddiqui” His eyes softened and he pulled me into his chest. Creases formed on my forehead in confusion he just rubbed my wrist in circular sensual manner gazing at me I don't know with what emotion.

    Sensing the situation he cleared his throat leaving without saying a word. “Huh is he really bipolar?” . Shrugging my unnecessary thoughts I went in classroom.

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