Closer than we knew

Chapter 7

Next Morning

Salar stormed into the classroom, his face hard with anger. He walked straight toward Qasim who sat at the back of the room chatting with some friends. Without a word Salar grabbed Qasim by the collar and yanked him out of his chair. He slammed him to the ground, pressing him harshly against the floor.

"What the hell, Salar?" Qasim shouts, trying to free himself from his clutch. But Salar didn't let him. He threw his fist at Qasim's face making his nose bleed instantly.

The whole class froze, shocked. Some students gasped, and others pulled out their phones to record the scene.

"You thought no one would find out, huh?" Salar screamed. He punched Qasim again, and held him by his collar.

"Uploading that picture," Salar muttered, punching him again. "You wanted to ruin her life for what? For fun?"

Qasim smirked, wiping off the blood from the side of his mouth, "So, you found out, huh?"

Salar's grip tightened, "You think this is funny?"

Qasim laughed, "You're too soft, Salar. She's just a girl and why do you even care? Isn't she your rival? You know her better than me, c'mon. Maybe everyone should see who she really is. I know you are equally annoyed by her. You should thank me instead."

Salar gripped him tighter, "Just shut the fuck up!" Salar said, stressing on each word.

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Garden

Sitara sat alone in the garden trying to find peace. She did'nt wanted to come to university today. She felt exposed after that incident but it wasn't her fault, so there's no need for her to hide. Her thoughts were interrupted when Sana came running toward her, looking panicked.

"Sitara! Come with me!" Sana shouted, breathless.

"What happened?" Sitara asked, standing up quickly.

"Salar.... He..," Sana panted, trying to catch her breath. "He's beating up Qasim in the class, he found out Qasim was the one who uploaded the picture of your dress—your malfunction. Everyone's watching. He's really going to hurt him. Lets go before situation escalate further." Sana said panting.

Sitara's heart started beating faster. Salar is gonna land in trouble. She ran towards the classroom to stop him before situation turns worse.
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Classroom

Sitara and Sana reached the classroom to see a group of students forming a wide circle, with phones their in hands. She pushed through the crowd and saw Salar who held Qasim by his collar, his knuckles smeared with blood. Qasim face was covered with blood.

"Salar, stop!" Sitara screamed rushing forward. She grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away. "You are going to kill him this way!"

Salar barely glanced at her. His eyes were still full of anger, "He's not getting away with it, Sitara," he said, his voice rough. "He posted that picture. He deserves this."

"Salar please" Sitara said, her voice hoarse. Salar looked at her, she was crying. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, he let go of Qasim, pushing him to the ground.

Qasim got up slowly, stumbling upon his steps. Salar turned around, pointing a finger at Qasim, "Just remember, I am not gonna leave you. I've got the proof. You are going to pay for this." His voice was firm and clear. "And if you ever even think about Sitara again, if you even look at her, I swear I'll make you regret it."

Qasim wiped off the blood from his mouth, and scoffed. "You can't do anything to me, Salar. This isn't a movie. My dad will hear about this"

"Watch me" Salar challenged, "And yeah I don't give a single fuck about your dad."