Railway Tracks|✓

Chapter no. 9

Never had I ever thought that I was going to do this. After what he did to me.

But I had to be a nice person with a friendly behavior.

But guess what, here I was. Standing in front of his door. Ready to knock!

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

"What the hell!" The way he yelled startled me.

"It's me, Hareem." I said, gaining confidence.

I entered his room. And I was shocked to see that his eyes were red and his hair was ruffled badly.

I looked around his room. It seemed like it had been hit by a storm. Clothes were lying around, bedsheets were misplaced badly. Pillows were falling down and what catched my attention was tablets were lying down.

"What is this?" I bent down to pick them up.

"Stop it!" I grabbed my hand.

I was scared to be honest. He looked like a monster at that time.

"What? Are you sick?"

He picked up the tablets hurriedly and shoved them in his cabinet.

"I'm very fine, okay?" He hissed.

"I wanted to say sorry for my previous behavior. But after seeing your this attitude. I think you deserved it!" I hissed back.

He inhaled sharply, passed his fingers through his hair and looked at me with a look which could kill me at the spot.

"I deserve it, huh? I deserve every single abuse in world? Then why did you come to say sorry? Why did you ask if I was sick or not? Do the hell with you! I don't care!"

"I don't care either. Mister Hashir Farooq Ali Khan! You're a self obsessed jerk! Why are you yelling at me!"

He grabbed head and groaned hard.

"Please! For God sake! Get out of here!"

Tears burned at my eyes. I stared at him with disbelief.

So much for thinking he's hurt.

"I felt bad for yelling at you, then. I thought that you're hurt by my words. I was wrong. You-you have the tendency to do that, Hashir. Mend my heart and then break it! I'm done with you."

I literally ran away from him. The monster.

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Hashir Farooq Ali.

I regretted yelling at her before.

I should probably go apologize.

I went to her room, sneaked inside. She was not in bed.

Must be on balcony.

I pushed the door open , saw her head resting on her table.

I went near her and sat on the chair beside her. There she was , sleeping peacefully.
Under the orange , brown light of lantern. Her not so dark hairs shined.

Her perfectly curled up eyelashes were close. Her cute nose , I was resisting myself not to tap it. Her lips were pouted slightly , because of the position her head laid.

My fingers went up to touch her soft darkest brown hair. My fingers trembled near her hairs , I pulled my hand back to my lap.

I also laid my head near her, eyeing her softly. I put my hand near her face , causing the her breathe hit my hand.

When I couldn't contain myself, I spoke up.

"You know what. Sometimes I hate myself. Scratch that , I hate myself everytime. How could I be so heartless to hut such an angel like you. You're the angel, the fairy that only can be founded in heaven. And I'm bad boy, I don't deserve such and heavenly angelic creature. I regret last year, not because of the promises I made to you but those times you cried for me."

I took in a long breath.

Before continuing;

"But now, I'm glad that your over me. How you can ignore me as much as you want. You don't care about me anymore. I'm happy.
But-but it hurts. It hurts Hareem, to see you going away from me. Sometimes I think that I should tell you that I-i, th-that I-i"

I paused, alarmed by my brain.

What the fuck I was going to say?!

"No I can't say to you. Ali had said, it's good to keep this away from you. It's good to hurt you than to ruin you. You'd be devastated if I tell you it. I won't let you fall Hareem. Just be stronger enough to let me go."

I whispered so softly.

Tears were also falling down silently.

"Maybe this is the last time I'm seeing you from this close. With so much peace."