ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 63.

AMYRAH.

Me and pari were busy doing our assignments in the library while bunking our class. The project which got assigned was done already and now I'm free from that guy. He wasn't some creep or anything but something in him didn't give the vibe.

Even Pari felt that so I wasn't overthinking. Shaking away these thoughts I focused back on the assignment. Well one of them was done by Aaban as his punishment and I didn't feel so good before.

Hehe!! I really became evil. I am thinking of fighting with him again and let him do the rest of my pending assignments as punishment but he has been off lately as there is a lot of work at his office and he is coming late at night. Well not only him but Baba too.

Maama said it isn't something new to her so chill and we together had some fun. I was brought back to reality when I heard a banging voice. I looked at Pari and saw her banging her head on the desk in frustration.

"Again, why on earth did I choose this subject? If I had to die then I should've picked an easy death but no I was full of myself and thought I would do wonders choosing it but now I wonder if I could even get promoted to next sem."

Her ranting session started. It starts every five minutes and goes on till her throat feels dry. She is writing less and crying and cursing herself for choosing this as a major. It is such a comical site that I enjoy it fully.

"No. Answer me Amyrah why we are being forced to write 50 pages for just 5 marks and after that our hard work will go straight away in the kabaadi."

I just nodded and was trying hard not to laugh looking at her state. Her hair was a mess as she kept pulling it from time to time. Her bag was thrown in one corner with her dupatta tied on her forehead and in it the pens were stuck as if it was some kind of pen stand. She was sitting cross legged on the chair, with her hands clutched on her head.

We were sitting in the place where Aaban and I used to sit before. Well his mini bunking spot which hides us from the others.

Pari's face was getting pinkish red in anger. She has the fair complexion and she blushes a lot, be it any random talk or from laughing too much or in anger even in embarrassment. She blushes like every time of the day. 

After venting our anger and cursing the management we started writing again. She stopped in the middle, took some random books and kept one over the other and laid on it. "I'm done for today, do wake me up before leaving." She mumbled and closed her eyes.

Shaking my head I resumed my work. After half an hour the time was up. She was deep in her sleep and Masha Allah, she look just like an angel in the form of a human. She is indeed so beautiful and not only from the physical appearance but even from inside.

"Pari." I shook her a little but she didn't even budge.

I shook her again but she grumbled some incoherent words and turned her head on the other side. I called her again shaking her body but she just groaned. Okay she signed for it.

"PARIZAY UTHOOO" (PARIZAY WAKE UP). I yelled in her ear and she woke up as if an earthquake came and the ceiling fell on the ground. I couldn't help but start laughing looking at her condition.

She looked up at me from sitting on the ground and rubbing her back. "kameeni zaleel aurat." She cursed while leveling up her breath and stood up from the ground to beat me but I ducked down and ran out taking my bag with me.