Her Hated Feelings

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗

“To claim what’s mine,” Mahir declared, and Shameer felt an icy chill. He knew something dangerous was about to happen.

“Go to Shahab and delete the recent video in the group, or else…” Mahir’s voice was low, his words carrying a menacing weight. Without another word, he slid into his car and sped off. Shameer stumbled, racing back to the manor. He knew that if Shahab saw that video, it would be worse than his worst nightmare.

He spotted Shahab and Fariha emerging from the elevator and ran to meet them, breathless.

“Bhai, h…have you seen the video?” Shameer gasped.

“What video?” Shahab asked, unaware of the brewing storm.

Shameer took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “I don’t know. Ali sent a video in the group, and now Mahir’s acting strange. He said something about ‘claiming what’s mine,’ and then told me to delete the video or else... I don’t know. He just got in his car and drove off.” He looked up, his eyes wide with worry.

Shahab’s expression darkened. “WHAT?! That’s nonsense. Alright, alright…” Shahab quickly deleted the video, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Mahir’s out of his mind. Tell me, where did he go?”

“I don’t know. I asked him, but he just said he’s going to ‘claim something.’”

Shahab turned to Fariha, who was equally confused. “Okay, you go drop Fariha home. I’ll go find Mahir and try to calm him down.” He looked at Shameer, who nodded.

The two men parted ways, each heading in a different direction.

Mahir Durani was driving recklessly, his car speeding through the streets. Police attempted to follow, but he was too fast, and soon, they lost him. His car roared into the gates of Loost University. His eyes burned with an intensity that only one thing could fuel.

There, standing in the middle of the road, was Ali.

Mahir slammed the brakes, and the car skidded, stopping mere inches from Ali’s body. Ali stood unmoving, a smirk on his face. Mahir stormed out of the car, fury written all over his face, and punched Ali hard.

“How dare you?” Mahir growled.

Ali grabbed Mahir’s collar, his voice filled with accusation. “How dare you, Mahir? You would hurt your own blood for that mere girl?”

Mahir’s fist connected again, and Ali spat blood. “MINE! SHE IS MINE!” Mahir roared, landing another punch to Ali’s stomach before throwing him across the road. Ali tumbled, but his laughter rang out, even as he struggled to rise.

“You’re just like beasts,” Ali sneered, “claiming beauty.”

Mahir stood motionless, his expression unreadable. “Wrong,” he muttered under his breath before turning and walking back to his car.

He sped toward Aena’s hostel, his mind clouded with a single thought—Aena.

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Mahir entered the hostel and approached the guard, who looked at him warily. The guard knew Mahir wasn’t the type to cause trouble, but he also wasn’t one to be crossed.

“Beta Mahir, what happened?” the old guard asked, concern in his voice.

“Nothing. Give me the keys to Aena Kamran’s room,” Mahir ordered.

The guard hesitated but handed him the keys. “Beta,” the guard said, his voice filled with caution.

Mahir nodded curtly, walking toward Aena’s room. He opened the door to find four beds—one empty, and Mia and Soha sharing a bed. He focused on Aena’s bed, where she lay sleeping. His gaze softened, and with a deep breath, he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.

Despite the chaos within him, Mahir smiled. “Sleep well, my love,” he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

Why did Mahir behave this way? Because Mahir knew how to cherish, not exploit. He didn’t just want her body—he wanted her soul, her heart. The vulnerability on Aena’s face, as she slept so peacefully, was his to protect. His love for her wasn’t born from the video—it was born from her spirit, her essence.

Mahir walked out of the hostel and saw Shahab standing outside. Shahab grabbed Mahir by the collar, his voice low and dangerous.

“What did you do to my sister-in-law?” Shahab demanded.

Mahir merely smiled, unfazed by the confrontation.

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EARLIER…

Shahab’s car pulled into the university gates as he was on the phone with Mr. Zahid, the family agent who had been tracking Mahir’s phone.

“Sir, location found. I will send it to your car now,” Mr. Zahid said.

Shahab ended the call and watched as the location appeared on his screen. His eyes widened. “Why is he going to the hostel?” Shahab muttered, glancing up just in time to see someone walking along the road. It was Ali.

Shahab immediately got out of the car and rushed over to Ali, who was clearly in pain.

“Who did this to you?” Shahab asked, his concern evident as he supported Ali.

Ali looked up, smirking weakly. “Mahir did this to me.”

Shahab’s expression turned serious. “Impossible. Mahir would never hit you.”

Ali laughed bitterly. “He’s changed, Bhai.”

Shahab’s suspicion grew. “Ali, you must have done something to trigger him. Tell me what happened.”

Ali hesitated, but under Shahab’s unyielding gaze, he eventually spoke the truth.

Shahab’s face hardened with disbelief. “You guys,” he muttered, exasperated. “When will you grow up?” He turned on Ali. “You said terrible things about Aena in the first place—that’s why Mahir grabbed you. Ali, if you keep fighting like children, things won’t end well.”

Ali bowed his head, unable to argue. He knew better than to defy Shahab.

Shahab paused for a moment before speaking again. “Can you drive? I need to go check on Mahir before he does something to Aena.”

Though Shahab and Fariha had their own reasons for wanting Aena out of the picture, they didn’t want her hurt, not in the way Mahir was capable of.

Ali nodded reluctantly, and Shahab handed him the car keys. The two sped off toward the hostel.

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TO BE CONTINUED…