It was almost midnight when I reached home, I was feeling guilty for leaving Zara's party like this. I knew she would be worried and people got a new topic for gossips.

"Wajahat," I was climbing the stairs when she called me.

"Zara, I'm sorry," I looked at her and sighed.

"It's okay" she came closer to me and hugged me.

" How's Zaynah? "

" I don't know"

" Wajahat, Do you love her, " she gave me a questioned look.

" Noooo, have you gone crazy?" I cut her off immediately.

" I know you love her, " she sighed.

"Zara," I gave her a tired look.

"Okay, We will talk about it later, but just remember don't get hurt by anyone again, you're my brother and I can't see you like this, " she passed a hurt smile at me and headed upstairs.

I put the towel aside and started combing my wet hair, "Ohh, hii sweetie," Farwa smiled at me while opening the bottle of lotion

I ignored her completely and put my all focus on my hair.

"Aww, someone's in bad mood," she smirked at me.

I didn't wanna mess up with that bitch so I was still ignoring her.

"So Miss Cool Zaynah, how does it feel to realize your standard," she definitely wanted a fight as she was asking these questions purposely.

"So it was you who sent me that message from Hammad's phone," I gave her a plain look.

" Pretty smart," she giggled and her giggles pierced my ears.

"I don't know why are you so obsessed with me. Isn't it weird that you're taking me as your competition, I mean a stupid, dumb nerd like me?" I raised my eyebrows amusingly.

" Do you think like that? Really? Miss Zaynah I just wanted you to realize your reality and standard. You can never match us. Getting admission in IISC won't change your reality, your background, you're a bloody clown, with the costume and without the costume, a clown," her voice came out like venom and it felt like she slapped me in the crowd.

"Nice to see that you think so much about me," I turned my all attention at her pretty face and spoke in the sweetest bitchiest tone, "But did you ever try to think about yourself? The popular girl with no friends, only haters, Do you even know the reason behind your popularity? People hate you, everyone here hates you, no one wants to be your roommate or your friend. Did you ever realize that no one likes you in Shah Family, Zara, Hamza, Hammad, and even their family?

You probably don't know this but let me tell you, MISS FARWA, YOU'RE JUST AN UNWANTED PIECE OF SHIT AND NO ONE WANTS YOU," I didn't know that I could speak all these things in the same tone.

What was she thinking about me? That I'm some goody two shoes or some TV serial main actress who will listen her senseless bullshits. Give respect, take respect!!

I was waiting for a good comeback from her but she didn't speak a single sentence. Her face became pale and white and her eyes were welled up from tears. She was crying, seriously???

So me, I mean me...me...Zaynah Fatima can make some bitch cryyy....omgggggg

She put a glance at me and ran to the washroom.

Well, now it was weird! She's overdramatic, bro! And if she really wanna be a mean bitch she should learn how to control her emotions, I mean I had never seen any rude mean bitch getting affected like this by someone's word!

But why the heck I'm calling her "bitch"

It's mean and Haram! Astaghfirullah...

Okay, but what is she doing in the washroom?? Is she planning to kill me? Who knows she hid knives or bombs in the washroom and now she's gonna kill me...

You're dead Zaynah! I don't wanna die this early. Why everyone wants to kill me.

I heard loud noises, she was breaking things.

YA ALLAH please save me! She seems really mad, very mad.

My heart was beating fast, I came closer to the washroom and put my ears on the door to hear her planning.

All I heard were hiccups and her broken voices from crying. It was really really odd! She was crying cuz of the things I said to her. But I just said normal things...

Okay, not the normal things but she said a lot of worse things than this to me.

But whatever I had hurt her and now I was feeling bad and guilty. I laid down on my bed but my eyes were glued to the door.

The hours passed but she didn't come outside, now my heart was jolting from fear.

Suddenly, my room opened with a loud thud revealing worried and exhausted Naina. She gave me a sharp look and mouthed some curse words. I averted my gaze and started looking in my books.

"Farwa, open the door," Naina shouted from the top of her lungs.

" Farwa, open the door or I'll jump from your fucking window," I gulped my saliva. Wasn't they overreacting?

They are gonna send me to jail. Okay bro I understand you have fantasies but please don't involve me in this.

I mean, Did Farwa ever think what her words affect people?? If you can't hold disrespect then why are you disrespecting others.

Naina threats worked and the door opened revealing a different Farwa with large, red puffy eyes, deshelved hair, and a hurt face.

Her conditions were making me guilty, to be honest.

"Let me call Wajahat," Naina helped her to sit on the bed and gave me dirty looks, I rolled my eyes back to her. I mean why should I fear, she started this so it was her fault.

"Noo, it's okay, he might be sleeping," Farwa stopped Naina.

"But only he can handle you," Naina sighed.

I didn't know why but only the name of Wajahat shattered my heart. Why couldn't I see that they love each other?? They had a bond, a different connection.

Naina was giving me dirty looks continuously, I frowned and opened my phone.

It had a text from Azlan like always, my lips formed in a smile and I opened the text,

My heart skipped a beat and I started thinking about him. He was so nice to me, he cared about me, he was my savior, he could be the dream of any girl. And the other side, Wajahat had only hurt me in all his possible ways, he didn't like my presence, he was always rude, mean, and arrogant to me then why my heart still wanted him??

People had hurt me a lot, now I didn't wanna get hurt anymore by anyone. I should accept the fact that Wajahat and Farwa are made for each other, they love each other. I should stop thinking about him. I sighed and typed a message,

My screen popped up from the notification.

My heart started racing, I typed another message,

"Playing

Damn....it was so straightforward.

Wha-

It was sooo... He was flirting with me.....damnnnn...

His words brought fire to my heart.

I locked my phone and touched my heart. It was beating fast. This guy knew some magic. I like him....wait tf...

Like???? Ummm...

Yeah, I like him...

I smiled at this confession and soon drifted to sleep.

********

"Zaynahhhh," Zara pulled me in a bone-crushing hug.

I gave her a weak smile.

"I'm sorry Zaynah," She looked at me with concern.

" It's okayy, I'm fine,"

"Are you free after college, we will go somewhere to celebrate my birthday,?" and then I realized I didn't even give the birthday present to her.

"Umm Zara, We will go another time, I'm not free today,"

" Why?? I know you're gonna give excuses of your studies, Miss Zaynah Fatima, no one can come between us, not even your studies," she hit my arm and started dragging me along with her.

"It's not about studies, it is..." I was so nervous and shy to tell her about it. I mean I hid about Azlan and I knew she was gonna be mad at me.

"It is???" She turned her all attention at me.

"I'm going out with..... Ummm... someone," I closed my eyes with nervousness.

"Do you mean a date?" She raised her eyebrows.

" Lol no, it's not date, We are just good friends," I started playing with the corner of my hijab.

" A friend whom I don't know and why are you looking flustered," she was behaving like an investigating officer.

" Okay... I think...umm... I like him," I finally said this to her.

" Ohh, cool," she gave me a plain look with a fake smile. She didn't say anything and changed the topic. She wasn't mad at me for hiding this, she wasn't happy or surprised...I didn't understand why she behaved like this. She was my best friend, I was expecting something else but here her face was showing a different thing.

Whyyyy???