Junooniyat|✔

CHAPTER 92

Maryam Chaudhary
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Amna and I were sitting in the canteen, chatting and enjoying our food. I couldn't help but express my worry.

"I don't remember what I wrote in the exam paper. And I'm definitely sure that I'm going to fail. I sound shameless thinking like this, but seriously, I don't even remember the questions and my answers are so far from being right".

Amna tried to reassure me, "I don't think you'll fail". I took a bite of my French fries and replied, "you may not think so, but iam sure I'm going to fail".

Just then, we heard footsteps approaching us. I turned to see Irfan bhai walking towards our table. He is a handsome man no doubt, with his warm brown eyes, perfect lean body, and well-groomed beard. In addition, his dressing sense is impeccable. His overall appearance exudes confidence and charm, making him quite the eye-catcher.

But my Danish is even more handsome and sexy in my eyes. It's his mesmerizing green eyes that first drew me to him, along with his deep voice, charming smile, possessiveness and obsession with me that make me love him even more. The way he cried in jealousy only deepened my love for him. But why the hell am I comparing them.

"Assalamualaikum, irfan bhai", Amna and I greeted irfan bhai as he sat beside me at the table. "Walaikumassalam", he replied, taking a French fries from my plate. I smile as he ate.

"How was your exam?", he asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"Main fail hone wali hu pakka", I admitted without shame.

"Heh, you're the only girl i have ever seen who's talking so proudly about failing, woh bhi bina roye", he said in disbelief, which made me giggle. "I know, I'm unique", I replied, as I patted my shoulder.

"How's everything going, how's life treating you?", Irfan bhai asked, pausing his munching on the French fries to look at me.

"Alhamdulillah, things are going well", I replied with a smile, nodding my head.

"Good", he said, taking a sip of chocolate shake from Amna's glass. I reached for my phone from my backpack and messaged Danish to ask where he was. I kept my phone aside after sending the message.

"Did you open the cover I gave you?", Irfan bhai asked, exchanging glances with Amna.

"No", I replied, feeling embarrassed. I didn't get the time to open it since he gave it to me that night. I don't even know what's in it.

"Why would you even open it?", he said with a sad smile on his face.

"What do you mean?", I asked, my darting between brother and sister.

"Never mind", he mumbled, wiping his mouth with a tissue.

"What's in it? Why are you so curious?", I asked, leaning forward in my seat and resting my chin in my hands.

"Nothing, just forget it", Irfan bhai said, avoiding my question.

"What was in the cover?", I inquired. Irfan bhai was hesitating, but Amna said, "there was a present for you in there. It was his way of expressing his feelings for you". I looked at Amna in shock, "his feelings?", I repeated, taking a bite of chocolate cake to hide my emotions.

"Yes, my brother loves you. But you were too caught up with Danish to even notice it", she said, giving me a disapproving look. I sat there trying to process this new information. I had no idea that irfan bhai had feelings for me. But even if I did, I couldn't reciprocate them. I loved Danish with all my heart, and the thought of irfan bhai having feelings for me scared me.