Railway Tracks|✓

Chapter no. 3 (Rewritten)

I can't believe it.

Oh Allah.

I really can't believe it.

"Everything is alright? Why are you screaming?"

"I was screaming?"

"Yes you were and now tell me why were you screaming?"

"Uh... nothing." He stared at me for a moment then picked up the laptop.

He stared at the screen with wide eyes.
His eyes then flipped to me with shocked and proud both evident on his face.

He carefully put the laptop on the bed.The next thing he did caught me off guard. He hugged me Very tightly. I stood there , with my arms hung on my sides. I didn't know what to do.

Should I hug him back?

His scent overwhelmed me. I felt secure in his arms. For a moment, I forgot how he broke my heart Into fragments. o
I still didn't hug him back. I had no right to do so. And he didn't have the right either. 

He must've felt my uncomfortableness , he let go of me and looked around the room.

"Get ready. I'll take you college to get your Result and other documents," he left, I stood there.

I wiped the lone tear that fell down.

He always does that. Making me assume things and then embarrass me.

I went towards my Cupboard. November had started , it was getting cold in Pakistan. I grabbed a pair of jeans from my drawer and a white frock that was hanging in the cupboard. It was simple with blue and pink detailing on neckline and upper waist. I grabbed a jacket and a black scarf, which I rolled around my neck. I pulled out my favorite dark blue joggers and put my hairs in braid to the side.

I kept on thinking about the  moment, me and Hashir had just  shared. It was running through my mind all the time. Sometimes l, I regretted not hugging him back. The other times, I was thinking if he had any feelings for me that he hugged me so tight.

Why would he like you, Hareem?

You must've lost your mind.

"Okay Hareem Nasir Ali Khan, stop hallucinating your mind," I took a deep breath and walked out.

I pulled out my mobile that was on charging in lounge and slid it into the pocket of my jacket. My headphones were in my hand already, I really needed them while I was driving with Hashir.

I put on my headphones and played 'Suno Chanda'. I couldn't get tired of this drama. I've always had watched Farhan Saeed singing and doing arrogant and attitude roles. But in this drama, he was cocky, rude, funny, adorable.

I loved this drama. I played the title song again and again, finally we reached my College.

"Oi, Harry," I recognized the voice in an instant.

"Stop calling me Harry, Yashfa!" I scowled at her.

"But your name is very much like Harry, you know first come haree then comes 'm'. So it's Harry," she explained with the movements of her hands.

"You and your logics," I shook my head at her.

"You can't come in,"I heard the guard's voice.

I turned to look,Hashir arguing with guard. Of course, why would the guard let him in some girl's college.

"Excuse me,he's with me. Let him in," the guard let Hashir come in.

Yashfa looked at me with wide eyes. I knew what was she about say, "Oh My God! Is he the famous Hashir Farooq Ali Khan?"