Tangled Fates!

chapter 6: Bitter begginings pt 1

Adaah's eyes flashed with anger. "Alexander the Whatever! How dare you not let my Bebo stay! And Allah, why are you holding me like I'm some delicious chocolate fudge? Let me go!" She said this while clutching his shirt tightly, shaking it with all her might.
As he realized he was still holding her, Sikandar tried to loosen his grip but found himself unable to let go completely. His frustration was evident as he looked at Adaah, his voice tinged with irritation."Why do you have to meddle? Can't you just leave Bibi alone?" he demanded, his tone sharp.

Adaah shot back defiantly, her hazel eyes blazing with anger. "Why won't you let Bibi be happy , cant u see how happy she is? And first of all, let me go! Do you have a habit of grabbing everyone around?"Sikandar frowned, his jaw clenched. "Do you have a habit of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong?" "Can't you see who's holding whom?"Realizing she was still gripping his shirt, Adaah quickly released her hold, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I was just... trying to get up,"

"Next time, wear lenses to see better who's holding whom and why." She had been so focused on her grip on him that she forgot he was the one restraining her, his strength keeping her in place while she exerted all her energy against his hold.

He thought to himself, *What a foolish girl.* Now aware of their position, Adaah quickly pulled her hands back, leaving his shirt rumpled from her grip. She crossed her arms in an X, ready to fight, and rolled her eyes. With a sly smile, she warned, "I know karate, Sikandar. One chop, and you'll be seeing stars. So, unless you want a free trip to dreamland, let me go."

Oh, really? you took karate classes From Tik Tok, was it?" he quipped with a smirk, clearly making fun of her threat.

In her heart, Adaah wondered how did he know.

Sikandar lowering his head locking eyes with her. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and challenging. With that, he released her, watching her stumble to the ground with a thud.

"Ewwww, hot chocolate fudge!" she shouted. "You mean, Sikandar!

"Next time, think before you ask for something" he said curtly,his fustration palpable.

Adaah straightened up, her voice low but defiant."Next time,may be learn to let go before someone has to remind you."

Suddenly reminded of how roughly he had thrown her to the ground, Adaah's anger flared, and all she could muster was,

"You are, without a doubt, the most gloriously stubborn fool I've ever had the misfortune to meet," she quipped, raising an eyebrow. "Next time, if I'm sinking in quicksand and you offer me a hand, I'd sooner shake hands with the sand itself. At least it has the sense to stay put! I hope you always find a stray hair in your soup and your shoes never quite fit right."

With a huff, she rubbed her leg delicately, wincing slightly from the lingering discomfort of the fall. Her curses echoed loudly, ensuring Sikandar heard every word.

Sikandar's face flickered through a range of expressions. She was infuriating with her childish antics, yet oddly amusing. Her open dislike stoked a fire in him, leaving him unsure whether he was more annoyed by her audacity or irritated by her disdain. Despite this, he felt an unexpected satisfaction and was almost impressed by her boldness.

"Great," he shot back with a smirk.. That way, I won't have to waste my time saving someone who's too stubborn for their own good. You can wallow in your own mess."

It was not the first occasion Sikandar had encountered dislike. His looks, family name, and societal standing shielded him from such open contempt; most concealed their true feelings beneath a veneer of deference. Adaah, however,was different. In their brief encounter, she boldly expressed her dislike, unreserved and direct.