Chapter 11: His Other Side

•Aimaan•

"I woke up today much earlier than the usual time, before Ihzan was supposed to come.

I immediately grabbed my stuffs and looked at my wrist watch to know the time. But, what I saw gave me a mini heart attack.

My wrist which was wounded by Ihzan's behaviour yesterday was just bandaged.

It was the sweater yesterday and now the bandage. There's someone playing. I wondered whether its Brody, a wreck less flirt. But I saw him leaving yesterday evening.

As I was lost in my chains of thoughts, I heard Clara calling for me. We became besties, and it's she with whom I hangout the most.

"This is the main reason why I urged to quit the job." Clara said. "I hate being his secretary."

"Same there." I said, letting out a grief-stricken sigh.

*****

"What about pizza? That would be great!" Clara exclaimed.

"Seriously girl, I don't have the appetite." I finalised. "But I do!" She said. After some pretty minutes, we saw Ihzan's car entering.

"Hey Aimaan!" I heard Brody screaming towards me. Clara was in the queue, waiting to get the food. Even if the time was earlier, the people used to visit to book the appointments as early as possible in  Floras that they start to come my six in the morning, and too the customers.

He came and took a seat near me.

"Hi." I replied with disinterest mixed in my tone.

"This grey scarf is matching to your skin. Flawless!"

I dead planned not to shout at him. Really I am weak, for time being.

"Did you had your breakfast?"

I shook my head.

"Excuse me, I said I don't need. Are you deaf?"

"Oye, you are beautiful when you are angry."

I placed my palms in my head due to frustration.

"Whatever, I will buy for you." He said, pressing my shoulder. As I was about to shout at him, we heard another thud.

"Brody!!" We clicked our sight towards the source. I seriously was super startled by his sound, that I was trying to calm my jumping heart by patting it.

"Let me see what that badass wants." He said and gave me another squeeze on my shoulders. "YOU!" I screamed at him.

I saw Ihzan and Brody arguing with each other. After a pretty time, I saw brody throwing some random files to the floor and marching out angrily.

"Aimaan!" My call came. But this was not that loud as the previous one.

"Didn't you get any room? If you need him to get into your pants, don't make that public. It is a well reputed company." He spat out. Tears threatened to roll down. My lips started shaking. I bit my lower lip to control myself.

"Now, get lost!" He demanded.

I left as immediately as possible. I didn't even informed Clara. I drove off to my home, get freshened up, and went to college.

*****

"There will be our dance this evening!" I heard some students speaking with enthusiasm. Everyone who had their programs were roaming here and there, and the rest were sitting in the front rows celebrating. They were singing and dancing and playing, all seemed to be happy.

I was in my seat, in the last seat of the last row of Room Fourteen, all alone. My only good friend, Waniya, was with someone who was her fiance's cousin. And she need to show herself in front of him. I smiled as if my screw was lost, looking at their happiness.

No one noticed me. How could they? Because no one cared.

*****

The programmes begun soon after the lunch. I was sitting in the last row. But seriously, later I regretted for that. Those alcoholic shameless kiddos were disgusting. As the sky started to switch off its light, I anyway escaped from them and walked towards the building terrace.

Fairy lights of different colours were brimming. There were hardly any people away from the venue. Some of the couples were making out here and there inside the building; in dark.

Do I need to specify again and again that my dear bossy was there?

He was under the stairs with Sienna.

I climbed the stairs as if I don't care.

Seriously Aimaan, then you actually care? Are you jealous?

Shut up you idiot. Sometimes, this inner mind thinks as if I was living inside it. For a split second, our eyes were locked. I ignored him and went away.

*****

The cool breeze hit my face, like it was craving for my presence. The wind was smooth, cool and welcoming. I enjoyed the sight infront of me. The frozen trees were dancing along the wind. The moon was lit up. Some stars were twinkling. Anyway, I kept some distance from the rail.

Seriously, I was afraid of height.

"Definitely all stars are laughing, right?" I heard someone saying, a man. He stood near me. I didn't looked up to see who he was, I can't since my eyes were fixed on the stars.

"Yes, but that star is all alone, seperated from others, weeping from inside but making everyone smile." I pointed to a star.

"But that star is the beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, the star everyone wish to see." He said. I looked up to see who it was, and ended up in hanging my mouth open. That was Ihzan.

"W-why are you here? Are you a kind of following me?" I questioned him, taking a step backwards.

"Yes, ah, oh no, but yes, ugh no!" He searched for words, scratching the back of his neck.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Um- actually I'm sorry for behaving like that today morning. Actually I-I just tried to save you from that flirt. Did he behave rude to you before I come?" He asked me with full concern.

Did he just fell in bathroom?

Damn, his other side was much better. His dark hair was perfectly combed.

How I wish to run my hair through it!

Seriously Aimaan?

"Someone fell for me." He cooed and snapped his fingers. I just looked away, hiding my blush.

Could anybody please tell me why I have this effect on him?

"I saw you were damn jealous when I was with Sienna." He said, breaking the silence that filled the air between us.

Did he saw that?

"Ooh oh, then who was that who just announced to save me from Brody?" I placed my hands in either sides of my hips.

"T-that.." he trailed off. His ears became red.

Woah! The great bad boy is blushing!

"I have one request to you Aimaan." He said, looking deep to my eyes. He held both of my hands, and that sends shivers to my body. His touch was sensitive to my body, a touch that my body doesn't need to let go off.

I made my face a question mark.

"Marry me."