Party

The next day, Izra walks inside the campus, her eyes scanning for Daniyal. She spots him sitting with his friends, laughing, completely at ease. Just as he is about to leave, two girls approach him and his friend Sabiq.

Bushra excitedly said "Sabiq, Daniyal! Thanks for coming yesterday, it was so fun. My dogs liked both of you so much!"

Daniyal smirking "No problem, Bushra ji. We can come anytime."

Sabiq holding his girlfriend’s hand "Of course, baby. Even if we have to walk two hours for a good time, we are always ready to come."

Izra freezes. Her blood boils as their words sink in. He drove two hours to meet these girls, but when she had begged him to come, crying on the phone, he said he was busy.

Her hands clench into fists. How stupid I am  Waking up early, cooking for him, making biryani just because he loved it. She wanted to see him happy, wanted to make his day better.

Without thinking, she walks over to a garbage bin and throws the tiffin in, the metal clanking loudly. A few heads turn at the sudden noise

Daniyal, mid conversation, notices her his expression unreadable. But he doesn’t get up or react.

He watches as she storms off, her anger radiating from every step.

Daniyal leaning back, muttering under his breath "Phir shuru ho gayi..drama queen."

He shakes his head and turns back to his friends, choosing to ignore her.

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Izra entered the classroom and took a seat next to Mahira, who was busy flipping through her notebook.

Mahira glancing at her notes "Izra, did you go through the endocrine system chapter? I don't understand anything."

Izra sighing, rubbing her temple"I did study a little, but I was so distracted anyway, tell me what you don't understand"

Mahira pointing at her book ". I don't understand negative feedback mechanism part, i don't understand it's concept"

Izra explaining "Basically" Mahira nodding as izra explain her everything she knows

"Ohhh! It's a self-regulating process hai?"

Izra smiling slightly "Exactly!"

The class continued with their discussion until the professor arrived. After the lecture ended, Izra gathered her books and made her way toward the library.

She entered the quiet space, the scent of old books filling the air. Walking to the science section, she picked out a thick textbook and sat down at an empty table. This was her only chance to study in peace.

As she focused on the pages, a boy hesitantly took the seat next to her. He looked awkward, fidgeting with his pen before turning to her.

Boy nervously ask her "Uh excuse me..can you please help me with this topic, it's hard.."

Izra, always kind to those who needed help, gave him a reassuring nod and started explaining.

She had barely begun when someone else pulled out the chair on her other side.

She turned and froze.

Daniyal's sharp gaze was locked onto her, his expression unreadable, but she could feel the tension off of him.

Izra immediately shut her book, looking at the boy.

Izra hurriedly said "i need to go, please ask someone else .. excuse me"

Before the boy could respond, she stood up, grabbed her things, and walked out.

As soon as she reached the staircase, a rough hand grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her.

She gasped, pain shooting through her arm.

Daniyal said in low, dangerous tone "Ek din ke liye main nahi aaya, aur tum kisi aur ke saath date pe bethi ho, Izra?"

( I didn't come for 1 day and you are on date with another guy)

Izra struggling against his hold."Tumhare dimag sahi hai, Daniyal??! Woh bas mujhse kuch pooch raha tha!"

(Is your mind okay??! He was just asking for help )

Daniyal twisting her arm more painfully making her cry out in pain "Toh? Tum uski teacher ho? Ab tum usko aur kya sikhane wali ho? Aage kya Jaise mujhse chhup chhup ke milti ho, usse bhi milogi?"

(So? Are you his teacher? What else you gonna teach him? Next what?? You will meet him like you meet me)

Izra winced, trying to push him away, but he was too strong. His grip on her wrist tightened, making her breath hitch in pain.

Izra angry, eyes burning "Tumhari yeh baatein kabhi kabhi hadd paar kar deti hai, Daniyal! Chor mera hath!"

(Your words sometimes cross the line, Daniyal! Let go of my hand!")

Daniyal said with mocking smirk "Oh, ab yeh meri galti hai? Main party kar raha tha toh tumhe problem thi, lekin tum kisi aur ke saath bethi thi toh woh sahi hai?"

(Oh now it's my fault? When i was partying you had many problems now you are sitting with someone else, is it okay??)

Izra glaring at him "Aur kiski galti hogi?! Tumse toh baat karna bekaar hai! Jao mujhe farq nahi padta, mujhe class jaana hai!"

(Who else fault it be? It's just stupid to talk to you, go away from here I don't care I want to go to class)

Daniyal firm, voice dropped as he said pulling her closer "Tum kahin nahi ja rahi ho. Pichhe milo, hum kahin ja rahe hain."

(You are not going anywhere meet me at the back. we are going somewhere)

With a sharp jerk, he released her wrist, and she stumbled slightly.

Izra gritting her teeth "Main nahi aa rahi. Wahin baitho poora din, mujhe koi fark nahi padta."

(I am not coming, sit there whole day, I don't care)

Daniyal smirked, taking a step back."Main intezaar karunga."

( I will wait)

Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving Izra standing there, her heart pounding.

Izra sat in her class, staring at the board, but nothing made sense, because daniyal had asked her to come.

He never planned dates, never asked to meet anymore, If she didn’t go now, she knew he wouldn’t ask again for a long time. And she hated waiting.

Her hands tightened into fists on the desk before she slowly stood up, slipping out of the back door without anyone noticing.

She made her way to the back of the college, soon as she reached, she saw him.

Daniyal stand sit on his bike, smoking a cigarette. His face looked unreadable, lost in thought.

The moment he saw her approaching, he immediately threw the cigarette away, crushing it under his shoe.

Izra frowning, frustratedly said "Phir se?! Kitni baar mana kiya hai maine, mujhe yeh gandi cheez bilkul pasand nahi!"

(Again. I have said many time to stop this disgusting habit, I don't like it)

Daniyal said running a hand through his hair "Stress ho raha tha, Izra.."

( I was stressed izra..)

The anger drained from her face. Worry took over as She stepped closer, gently taking his palm in hers, squeezing it tightly.

Izra softly ask, searching his face  "Kya hua? Mujhe batao na.."

(What happen, tell me na)

Daniyal looking away, voice low

"Chhod na, kuch nahi."

(Leave it, it's nothing)

"Nahi bataoge?"

(You won't tell?)

"It’s a family matter… personal hai babe"

(It's a family matter, it's personal babe"

She always told him everything. Every little thing about her family, her life, her problems. For her, he was family. There was never anything “too personal” between them. And now he was saying this

Her fingers loosened around his hand.

Izra ask with hurt, voice small "Kya main tumhari family nahi hoon? Tum toh kehte the ki main tumhari sabse close hoon.."

(Am i not your family, you used to stay om closest to you)

Daniyal sighed and pulled her closer by her wrist. He was still sitting on his bike, and now she was standing between his legs.

Daniyal said quiet seriously "Kuch cheezein nahi batai ja sakti, Izra."

(Not everything can be told)

Izra looking straight into his eyes "Toh kuch cheezein maine bhi nahi batani chahiye thi, right"

(Then i also should'nt have told you some things, right?)

" tumne batayi kyunki tum mujhse pyaar karti ho or tumhari choice thi batana babe."

(You tell me because you love me and it's your choice babe)

Izra expression hardening as she ask "Toh tum keh rahe ho ki tum mujhse pyar nhi karte or ye nhi batana choice ha tumhari?"

(So you are saying that you don't love me and not telling me anything is your choice?)

His jaw clenched.

Daniyal frustrated, voice rising "Izra, mera dimaag already kharab hai, usko aur mat kharab kar!"

(Izra my mind is already fuck,ed, don't fuck it up more)

She flinched at his sudden yell but quickly steadied herself, her expression shifted.

Izra mocking said, crossing her arms "Haan, obviously stress hoga.. dimag kharab hoga...tumhara last year chal raha hai na? Lekin phir bhi tum ladkiyon ke saath party kar rahe the! Apne doston ke saath maze kar rahe the!"

(Yes, obviously you will stressed, mind will be fucked,. It's your last year right ?but still you are having party with girls and having fun with your friends)

Daniyal exhaled sharply, looking away.

Daniyal: "Izra, kya main bas apne friends ke saath enjoy bhi nahi kar sakta? Waise bhi tumne already mujhe meri saari female friends se door kar diya hai!"

(Izra can't I enjoy with my friends you anyway had already made me separate from my female friends)

"Aur jinke saath gaye the, woh kon thi!?"

(The one you sent with, whom they are?)

annoyance mask his face as he said "mere friends ki girlfriends, Tumhe kya problem hai?!"

(My friends girlfriends, what's your problem!?)

Izra stepping back, voice sharp "Problem yeh hai ki tum chhoti chhoti cheezein leke mujhe paagal karte ho! Main bas kisi se casually hello bhi bol doon toh tum pagal ho jaate ho, aur tum poori raat ladkiyon ke saath party kar rahe the? Mujhse jhoot bola ki busy ho, jab maine call pe ro ro ke tumse baat karni chahi toh tumne ignore kiya, aur milne bhi nahi aaye!"

( The problem is you make me feel crazy for small things, if I said casual hello to someone, you become a crazy man and you yourself is partying with girls, you lied to me that you were busy , when i called you crying to talk to you , you ignored my cries and didn't even come to meet me)

Daniyal expression darkening, voice dangerously low "lecture mat do mujhe! our abhi main yahan kya kar raha hoon? Tumse mil hi toh raha hoon na"

(Don't give me lecture and what I am doing still here, I am meeting you na)

Izra laughed, coldly "Haan, ek baar mil rahe ho jabke unke saath roz hote ho! Pur mujhe ignore karte ho" She took a step back, shaking her head.

(Yes meeting me one time and meeting your friends everyday and you ignore me)

Izra soft, broken whisper "Kya tumhe ab bhi mujhse milna pasand bhi hai, Daniyal?"

His hands tightened into fists.

Daniyal gritting his teeth "Agar pasand nahi hota, toh tumhare saath kyun hota? Seriously, Izra, tum dimaag kha rahi ho. Tumhe bulana galti thi."

(If i didn't like you, why would I been with you, seriously izra, you are eating my brain, it's mistake to call you)

Izra’s chest tightened at his words ahe lifted her chin, masking the pain.

"Ha mei ab galti hi hoon, jao phir"

(Yes I'm wrong, go)

Daniyal stared at her for a long second. Then, without a word, he got on his bike, started the engine, and looked straight ahead.

Izra stood there, arms crossed, refusing to move.

For a moment, he didn’t do anything. His jaw tightened, his hands gripping the handle. Then, he tilted his head towards her.

Daniyal co

He said "Baith."

(Sit)

Izra didn’t react immediately but than without hesitation, she climbed onto the bike without saying a word, arms crossed tightly over her chest.