HOORIYA
"yaar uski reputation thik nahi hai ladkiyon ke hawale se", said Maryam as we both walked into the cafeteria.
"Mujhe kya usse shaadi karni hai, nahi na? I just praised his beauty", I replied, rolling my eyes and taking a seat on the round table in the cafeteria.
"You shouldn't have, uske dost ne sun liya hai", Maryam said, panicking.
"Sunne de, main kya karun?",
"Yaar tu khud bhi maregi, mujhe bhi marwaegi", Maryam groaned slamming her fist on the table.
You see Khalid Hassan, who has a reputation of being a badboy, he and his minions are famous for being the worst and heartless jerks. And I even heard that Mr. Haasan is a playboy, he loves playing with innocent hearts.
So, I decided to play with his heart, and show him and make him feel how it feels to play with someone's heart and emotions.
"Woh yahi aa rahe hai", Maryam said, making me glance up from my phone.
Yeap, there comes the badboy.
He is clad in a black jeans, black t-shirt, with a black jacket, and a silver chain around his neck. He gulped his americano making his Adam's apple to bob, which made him look sexy, not gonna lie.
I didn't pay attention to his approaching figure and took a bite of french fries. I hear his footsteps coming near and near and my heart beating fast, but I was trying to act brave and normal.
"Heard you were talking about me", he said, keeping the cup on the table and leaning closer to me.
I acted as if I didn't hear his voice and scrolled through the insta, laughing at some reels.
Suddenly, a manly hand snatched the phone from my hand and kept it aside making me raise my head and glare at him.
"Mohtarma, main aapse baat kar raha hun", he said in his deep husky voice.
"Par mujhe aapse baat nahi karni, and let me tell you something if you dare to snatch my phone like that ever again, you will not like the consequences", I stated narrowing my eyes at him and grabbed my phone, my heart was pounding against my ribcage, but I tried to act brave.
"Aap nayi hai iss college main?", he asked, making himself comfortable on the chair.
"Main aapko kyun btaun?", I shot back making his jaw to clench in anger.
Oh goddd, I'm loving this so much.
"Behtar hoga agar aap apne baat karne ka lehja badle", he warned, his fists slamming on the table.
"Oh please, aapke liye behtar yeh hoga ki aap apne kam se kam rakhe", I retorted in the same tone and looked into his eyes.
"Tumhe pata aaj tak kisi ki itni himmat nahi hui ke mujhse iss lehje mein baat karein", he yelled, standing from the chair and throwed it across the cafe making me giggle.
"You're embarrassing yourself, see everyone is watching you", I said laughing and pointing at the student who was murmuring about us, and looking at me with wide eyes.
"Trust me, you new chubby little girl, you are going to regret your behaviour", he exclaimed, walking out of the cafeteria with his jaw clenched and hands formed into fists.
"Why did you do that you stupid girl, pata hai uska bhai koun hai? Rumours hai ke uska bhai gang ka leader hai, and his brother is the trustee of this college too", Maryam stated, smacking my head, making me return it, twisting my mouth in annoyance and continued eating my fries.
"Main kya karoon, mujhe kyun bata rahi ho tum? woh gang ka leader ho ya country ka president, mujhe koi farq nahi padta", I replied shrugging my shoulders.
"Tumhe farq padna chahiye pagal ladki", she said in a worried tone.
Little did I know that Maryam was right, I should have been careful with myself and should've never encountered the badboy.
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