My Cure

~Chapter 10

Armaan's POV:

I kept the boxes of sweets and gave her my charming smile as she thanked me for helping her. Suddenly, an elder citizen grabbed her wrist and dragged her. I think he is Zaisha's father. I was going to follow my jaana because I sensed something wrong would happen to her. And her father held her burnt wound, she must be feeling pain. 

My chains of thoughts broke as a group of girls came to me. Girl #1 smiled and asked: "Hi! Are you from the groom's side?" I replied coldly because I'm not interested in any of these girls: "Why? Is there any problem?" Girl #2 smiled and replied: "No, there isn't any problem! We were just asking!" Girl #3 spoke: "You have good taste in fashion, though!" Girl #4: "I was wondering if you're matching Zoya or her cousin?" These girls are talking more to my liking. Can't they get the hint from my cold voice that I'm not interested and what's with these tacky clothes and heavy makeup on them? They look cheap to me. I replied coldly: "Why does it concern you?" Girl #1 laughed nervously: "Arey ap rude ho rahy hai! And sorry for not introducing ourselves. I'm Mahnoor, she is Rabia, Aliyah and Komal".

(You are getting rude to us).

I didn't pay any attention to these girls and raised one of my eyebrows: "So?" Girl #1 replied: "Kuch nahi, kal humny apko Nikkah par dekha tha".

(Nothing! We saw you yesterday at the Nikkah ceremony).

One of the girls asked: "Can we add you on Instagram?" I replied with the same cold voice: "Not interested". Can I just bang these girls' heads on the dance floor? I fucking need to move away from them. Girl #3: "Kyun? Hum bury log nahi hai".

(Why? We are not that bad).

I'm controlling my anger. I'm trying my best but these girls seem to not fucking understand no means no. I'm on the verge of breaking their neck. I rolled my eyes and saw Zaisha coming with a smile. I looked at her carefully and my blood boiled after seeing her. Her eyes were red which means she cried. I felt someone's hand on my back and turned in anger to see the person. It was Irum. Irum: "Armaan, I'm so sorry! I'm late". I sassed with her: "Function khatam ho jata, tab aa jati".

(You should have come when the function finishes).

Irum replied with a disgusted face: "I was late because of Nabeel". I nodded. From my peripheral vision, I saw that a girl was about to speak when Irum interrupted: "Armaan, yeh sari huwi sabziyan kaun hai?"

(Armaan, who is this rotten-looking vegetable?)

I controlled the urge to laugh so hard at their face. All 4 of the girl's jaws were touching the ground. Girl #1: "Kis angle sy hum sari huwi sabziyan lagti hai?"

(From which angle, do we look like rotten-looking vegetables to you?)

Irum looked at their faces carefully and replied: "Left, right, uppar, neechy, har angle sy."

(Left, right, up and down, from every angle).

My focus was on Zaisha's gloomy eyes. She was smiling but her eyes were telling a different story. Girl #4: "How dare you?" Irum shrugged her shoulders. Girl #3: "Tumhara koi haq nahi banta humari insult karny ka".

(You have no right to insult us).

Irum replied: "Does that mean you rotten-looking vegetables have the right to force a person to give his Instagram ID or be friends with you?" All 4 girls clenched their jaws. I didn't give two fucks to these 4 girls. They can go to hell or rot in hell, I don't care. Irum said: "Now will you get lost or do you want me to insult you more?" All 4 of them left in anger. I sighed in relief and said: "Thank you!" Irum replied: "Leave all that! *Irum had a teasing smile on her face* you matched outfits with Zaisha?" I didn't answer as I didn't feel the need to. Irum looked at Zaisha and said sadly: "Lagta hai, phirsy kuch huwa hai ussky saath!"