《The nerd and Mr. Popular✔️》Chapter 10
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"Zaynah, I'm so sorry..."
"Shhh, it happened cuz of my clumsiness," I threw my body on the bed and closed my eyes.
" Umm okay but you don't look fine, so we will do the work tomorrow, today's a girl night," she cooed and hugged me from behind.
" Zara, I don't wanna waste time. Let's work, I'm fine, don't worry," I gave her a firm look, her face fell instantly but soon it was recovered from a small smile.
We worked for hours and soon we were craving food.
"Zaynah, I'm going to the kitchen to grab something, Can you please call Wajahat? I mean he would be hungry too, but if you don't wanna go then it's okay," Zara asked me with a little hope.
I didn't wanna face that guy again but refusing her would seem rude so I just agreed. I wrapped a pink color dupatta on my head and started walking to his room.
I knocked, but there was no response. I knocked again and again but still, there was no response. I didn't know what to do... Should I enter? Or just wait???
After arguing with myself, I stepped inside pushing the door. My eyes widened as they landed on the figure lying on the king-sized bed. His eyes were closed and he had a cigarette in his hand, the smoke was blowing from his mouth, he looked in some deep thoughts. I decided to turn my heel but unfortunately, he felt my presence, he opened his eyes and stared at me in some confusion. As the realization hit him he roared "What the heck are you doing in my room,"
"Umm... Zara asked...me..to ...cal.. call..." I was stuttering from nervousness and humiliation.
"Tf.. don't you have any manners? Don't you know how to knock?" He stood from his bed and walked towards me.
" I knocked but there was no response," I said in a crack voice and tried to push the tears which were willing to come.
"I see..." He moved his steps closer to me. " I see how you're using Zara and her friendship, and how you're dying to get attention from me" he smirked.
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" What do you mean?" I widened my eyes as the words rang in my ears.
" Nevermind sweetie," he showed me his signature smirk again and looked directly into my eyes, our eyes met and I was lost in his beautiful pair of eyes. As I realized what I was doing, I pulled away instantly. My heart picked a pace and started racing for God knows what reason. I moved my steps away from him and sighed. His voice kept repeating over and over in my head. Did I seem some golddigger or slut to him?
I didn't wanna stay at that place anymore. I just wanted to go back to my room. I looked at the wall clock, it's probably dark outside but I couldn't stay here after that insult.
Zara was still in the kitchen and I knew she won't allow me to go. I quickly picked my bag and shoved my stuff into it and then swung on my shoulders. Without speaking or informing Zara, my feet crossed the entrance of her mansion.
I was walking holding my phone when my phone rang from the notification.
Hello! How have you been lately?
My eyes became watery, Wajahat's words were still ringing in my head.
I don't know
Heyy, what's wrong? Is everything okay Zaynah??
I don't know...I hate him...
Who?
He thinks I'm some golddigger or slut. How could he? I hate him...
I didn't realize that I was writing my heart to a stranger, to a person I don't know. But I was broken asf. And I needed someone, I needed someone with whom I could cry.
I don't know what are you talking about?
Nevermind... sorry!
Naah, wait...talk to me.
Can't talk ....TTYL!
I locked my phone and started walking. The sky became darker and I was walking God knows where? I realized that I had lost my path. A shiver ran down my spine. Why it always happens to me? I started reciting Aytal kursih! I looked around for some taxi or cab but there was no sign for any transport. Suddenly I heard the giggle of some street boys. My heart shivered and my breathing got heavy.
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As the boy noticed my presence their giggles turned into loud chuckles and whispering. I could easily hear all the shit they were talking about me. My heart was shaking from fear and my whole body was cold as ice. I wanted to run but my body was numb. I was trapped again!
I unlocked my phone to call someone but the notification drew my attention.
Azlan, a few drunk Street loafers are chasing me... I'm lost... I don't know what to do.
I really didn't know why my heart wanted to trust that anonymous guy.
Send me your location, Zaynah!
I sent him my location and started reciting all the surah I knew.
" Oohhh hello ma'am" a guy moved his steps closer to me and asked in a flirtatious tone, and the rest of them started whistling. Tears were slipping from my eyes and I was tried to control the panic attack.
All the guys surrounded me from all sides and started undressing me from their gaze and nasty comments. My body was freezing and my lips were only reciting His name. I knew Allah was gonna save me.
"Why are you crying, honey?" A guy moved a step towards me and touched my cheeks. I flinched and jerked his hands away.
"Aww, baby" another boy whispered in my ear. The smell of alcohol hit my nostrils and I wanted to puke. I didn't utter a word, I was just reciting surah. I hate myself for being such a coward. I was too coward to even move my body, I should fight with those guys. But they were six and I was alone.
I closed my eyes and remember the Almighty with all the trust and faith.
"Stay away from her or I'll beat y'all to death," a strong voice rang in my ear. I knew this voice...this voice... It was familiar!
"Azlan..." I called him, he came closer to me and pressed my hands to assure me. I flinched from this touch, I knew this touch. Why everything was so familiar?? When and how I heard or touched Azlan? Maybe at the night when I blacked out! Maybe I forgot but my body still recognized him.
There was enough darkness on the road to hide his face from me. I wanted to thank him, cuz the boys were nowhere to see. They probably realized that I wasn't alone anymore.
I wanted to talk to him, wanted to see him but he didn't give me any chance. He stopped a taxi and said something to the driver and signaled me to sit there. My body wasn't responding according to my mind. I quietly sat inside and the taxi started moving. Then I realized I didn't even thank him, I didn't even see him properly.
The taxi stopped in front of my hostel and once again I became stunned. When did I tell Azlan that I live in the New girl's hostel? I mean yeah he probably guessed but how could he be that sure? And I was damn sure I never told Azlan about it. My head was spinning from all the incidents and I silently stepped inside the hostel. I unlocked the door, Farwa was nowhere to be seen. I thanked Allah for this and laid down on the bed.
"Thank you Allah for sending my savior," I instantly thanked Allah and opened my phone to thank Azlan but my whole body froze as my eyes read his last message which was sent by him a minute ago.
Zaynah, I can't find you...where are you??
So the guy who saved me wasn't Azlan then who was he? And how did he knows about my location? How? And why would anyone save me?? And why he felt so familiar??? My heart shivered and became more confused.
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