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AUTHOR'S POV
Time seemed to slow as she watched the milkshake cascade through the air, landing squarely on Kamran, the school's heartthrob. His perfectly styled hair was instantly drenched, and the cool, calm demeanor he so effortlessly exuded shattered like glass. He stood there, dripping chocolate and glaring at her, his normally charming blue eyes narrowed into slits of annoyance.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Kamran snapped, the edge of his voice sharp enough to cut through the noisy cafeteria. The laughter from their classmates dropped to a hush, all eyes now on Sakina.
Her stomach twisted into knots, humiliation washing over her as tears threatened to spill. “I didn’t mean to! I... I’m so sorry!” she stammered, her emotions tumbling like the milkshake.
“Sorry doesn’t fix this, idiot!” he retorted, his voice dripping with condescension. “Just stay out of my way.” With that, he stormed off, leaving behind a bemused crowd and a heartbroken girl.
Aziya rushed to Sakina's side, wrapping her arm around her shoulder. “Hey, don’t let him get to you. He’s just a jerk.”
“Easy for you to say,” Sakina replied, wiping her eyes. “He makes my heart race every time I see him. What’s wrong with me, Aziya?”
“Don’t even think about it. He’s not worth your tears. Let’s just go to class,” Aziya suggested, guiding her away from the lingering stares.
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Later that afternoon, as Sakina approached the bike rack, she noticed something was amiss. Her bright pink bicycle was tipped over, its wheel bent at an alarming angle. “No! Not my bike!” she cried, rushing over.
Aziya gasped beside her. “Kamran did this, didn’t he?”
“I don’t know... I can’t believe he’d stoop so low,” Sakina whispered, her heart sinking further with each passing moment. The evidence was all too clear, Kamran had always used his social power to intimidate others, and today was no exception.
“Forget this. Let’s report it!” Aziya suggested, anger flashing in her eyes.
“It won’t matter,” Sakina said with a defeated sigh. “Everyone’s scared of him. He’ll just deny it, and nothing will change.”
The following day, as Sakina entered the cafeteria with a heavy heart, she was met with an unusual sight. The counters usually lined with milkshakes were conspicuously barren. She reached for the menu board, and a sinking feeling filled her as she saw a note in bold letters announcing, “No milkshakes today!”
“What’s going on?!” she exclaimed, looking around.
Just then, Kamran strutted in, a smug grin plastered on his face. He held dozens of milkshake bottles, each one tightly sealed, like trophies of his malevolence. “Oh look, your beloved milkshakes. Gone! Every single one of them!” he taunted, waving the bottles around.
“Why are you doing this?” Sakina shouted, fury igniting within her.
“Because you need to learn your lesson, Sakina. You shouldn’t mess with me. You’ll regret ever crossing my path.” His tone was both chilling and mocking.
The humiliation was unbearable. Students who once flicked their gazes at her now averted their eyes in fear. Kamran’s hold over them was absolute.
The next day brought another dread-filled morning. As Sakina made her way to class, she felt the weight of the hallway's silence close in around her.
Kamran stood, arms crossed, surrounded by a group of eager followers, all whispering and pointing her way.
“Listen up! Everybody!” he called out, his voice reverberating through the corridor. “Any of you who hang out with Sakina will wish you hadn’t!”
"Do not talk to sakina" kamran said.
The students shuffled, avoiding her glance as they parted ways like the Red Sea. Sakina’s heart sank further, her confidence shot to pieces. She had always been shy, but now she felt utterly isolated.
Aziya walked beside her, defiance in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them, Sakina. They’ll come to their senses eventually.”
But deep inside, Sakina doubted that. She felt like a pariah, someone discarded and alone. All because of one boy’s cruel games.
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The following day held an even deeper torment. As Sakina reached into her bag for her locket, a gift from her grandmother, her heart skipped. It wasn’t where she’d left it. Panic set in as she searched frantically.
“Lost something, Sakina?” Kamran sneered, appearing out of nowhere. With a flick of his wrist, he sent her cherished locket clattering across the floor, its metal glinting mockingly in the sun.
“No! Please, stop!” she cried, lunging for it. But he was quicker, and he stomped onto it with a sneer, the locket cracking under the pressure.
The sound of metal breaking was like glass shattering in her heart. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she reached down, gathering the broken pieces in trembling hands. “You don’t understand! This was my grandmother’s! She gave it to me!”
For the first time, Kamran shifted, the weight of her words sinking in. He had crossed a line, and the look in his eyes softened, albeit briefly.
“I—” he faltered, but arrogance quickly masked his guilt. “You shouldn’t have bumped into me. Now you suffer.”
His callousness pushed Sakina over the edge. She wept openly, openly mourning the loss of more than just a locket, it felt like losing a part of her family, of her memories.
It was the time after the school ends, it's basically just both of them right now.
Sakina has fell on her knees and was crying badly, she sobbed looking at her locket, kamran sat beside her, and kept his hand over her shoulder. Meanwhile her who shifted away.
"I- i am sorry" kamran said, he never in his life has uttered the word sorry. But he did. Today.
"You- you broke me along with my loc-locket" she sobbed.
Kamran didn't knew how to make her stop crying, he went towards her and engulfed her in a hug, a friendly one though.
"Wh-y?" She sobbed hitting over his chest.
"Shh I'm sorry" kamran apolozed yet again.
She cried more and more. Making him die out of guilt.
As she was now done crying, she realised that kamran has yet again punctured her cycle. She sighed as she now will have to go back home alone, while walking.
"Hey wait, I'll drop you off on my bike" Kamran said, but she refused and made her way back home while walking.
After the confrontation, Kamran felt an unexpected pang of guilt gnawing at him. As he lay in bed that night, he replayed the scene over and over in his mind the despair on her face, the sound of the locket breaking. It rattled him to his core.
“I’m not like this,” he whispered into the darkness, the weight of his actions heavy on his chest. He couldn’t shake the image of her tears, melting away his facade, revealing the deep-seated insecurity that drove him to lash out in such a manner.
The next day, Kamran tracked her down between classes, his heart pounding in his chest. “Sakina,” he called softly, urgency accompanying his tone.
“What do you want?” she snapped, bitterness and pain forming a barrier she couldn’t let down.
“I... I’m sorry,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “About everything. I didn’t mean to...”
The vulnerability in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. “You don’t get to apologize now. You’ve ruined so many things,” she replied, crossing her arms defiantly.
“I fixed your locket. I couldn’t sleep last night,” Kamran admitted, pulling a small box from his backpack. “I—I hope this can make up for what I did.”
Sakina’s eyes widened as she opened the box to find her locket, repaired and shining, the imperfections of the past nearly erased. “How did you fix it?" "It was broken so badly" sakina asked.
"Don't ask how, i just did, don't think I've changed or something! I still hate you the same." kamran said and walked away leaving her dumbfounded.
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That's it for today!
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