I love it when you call me Señorita,

I wish I could pretend I didn't nee...

Abeer's phone blared loudly when she was busy going through her wardrobe. She turned around to grab her phone from side table and received the call from Zara after checking the caller Id.

"Hello!"

"Hello ki bachi! University kyu nahi aai aaj abtak?"

(Damn your hello! Why aren't you at university today yet?)

"I never expected you to miss college on Mondays!"

Zara and Maya yelled together from the other side resulting Abeer to pull her phone away a little grimancing to save her ears from damage.

"You idiots!" She gritted out in annoyance "Didn't I tell you about my cousin's wedding this week? Its her Haldi today."

"Oh rigghht!" They replied together sheepishly when they remembered she told them weeks ago about her cousins wedding.

"Good!"

"By the way I have something to tell you." Maya started excitedly.

"what?" Abeer frowned pausing for a moment.

"They are coping your style from yesterday's match now!" Maya and both bursted into laughter while telly it to her.

"They? Who?" Abeer is still confused.

"Geezzz!" Zara rolled her eyes on other side of the line. "The girls from our college of course!"

"Urgggg!" Abeer grumbled. "I don't understand why they even do that. I am no diva like that senior Kiara Malhotra."

"Don't be peachy." Maya retorted "That's because they think Omer will start noticing them too if they will look like you." She explained.

Abeer rolled her eyes in exasperation. She still doesn't understand the need to do that. For heaven sake! She is just a simple girl who wears reading glasses and dresses modestly unlike Kiara Malhotra. Kiara is the most popular girl in university. She is everyone's fashion ideal then what's this new change now? She isn't liking already wherever it is going because she no way in hell wants Kiara to hate her even more for such stupid reasons.

"Darling the time is gone when girls wanted to be Kiara Malhotra now the campus has turned into wanna-be-Abeer and trust me its so funny to watch! Everyone in those thick rimmed specs and all. No offence!" Zara laughed along with Maya.

"And all these just to get Omer's attention!" Abeer exclaimed in amusement.

"Honestly though, I feel bad for those girls because Omer is still too obvious." Zara clicked her tongue feeling sympathetic for those girls.

"And don't even start with Kiara's reaction....."They again rolled while laughing.

"By the way there's another news..." Maya mumbled.

"What again?"

"Rayan is giving a tough time to Omer since morning. I haven't seen Omer looking this miserable in my entire life, the way he is trying to get Rayan's attention its commendable....."It was another gossip from them.

Trust this two girls to fill Abeer with every information about college even if she bunks or misses. Maya and Zara are the perfect example of snooping aunties. They have full investigative report of every event either it's about someone's relationship or family history and background. You name it!

"Why?" Abeer asked curiously because as far as she remember they both were cool last night and its hard to ever witness them angry with eachother. And if its ever happens it was always other way around. Rayan trying to convince Omer of something.

"Don't know exactly but something happened between them yesterday regarding match." Zara shrugged casually.

"By the way Rayan was also asking about you, he wanted to talk to you about something I guess." Maya pass on another information.

"Me? Okay I will handle." Abeer replied not stressing herself too much.

They three talked for a while discussing more gossips and topics and ended the call after telling Abeer not to forget to send her pictures from her cousin's wedding.

Abeer sighed and extended her arms to put her phone back on the table but her phone screen lighten up with a new message notification stopping her mid way. She took a closer look and smiled warmly after reading the message from the sender.

Hey! Looked everywhere for you today and eventually decided to text when didn't see you at uni. Actually I just wanted to thank you about last night. Maybe you don't realize but it means alot to me. Doesn't matter if you really came for Omer or whoever but your presence it meant alot to both of us. And before you stress yourself too much with confusion; Dont! Just Thank you!

Rayan.<3

Abeer was completely confused. She doesn't know why he is exaggerating it too much but realising its Rayan; the most sensible man he must have his reasons. So she instantly started typing a reply with a smile on her face.

Well yes I am hella confused!

But seeing its you , there must be some great explanation.

By the way just to clear it, I really came for you!

Abeer<3

****

"Are Abeer and Alaya ready or not?"

"haa taiyyar to ho gai thi, pata nahi kaha hai ab?"

(yeah they both were ready now don't know where are they gone suddenly?)

Mr Rahman Ahmad Khan who was dressed well in his white kurta and blue waistcoat asked his wife Sitara Rahman who is looking half of her age today dressed in yellow Anarkali.

"Abeer! Alaya! Hurry up beta phuphu's family must be waiting for us." Sitara called them loudly. They are really getting late.

Soon after they heard loud rushing heels and two voices bickering with eachother about something, nearing them from staircase.

"Alaya! We are late because of you!" Abeer snapped angrily.

"That's because you weren't lending me your yellow shoes!"

"Because you never use your own things and always ask for mine everytime whenever we have to go somewhere!"

"You know what..." Alaya grumbled "Tum badi behen k naam par kalank ho!" She snapped.

(You are a sham in the name of elder sister!" )

"Wh.. what do you mean?" Abeer gasped in horror and disbelief.

"Yes because you never share your stuffs like an elder sister should do!" Alaya accused angrily yelling at her.

"Mamma-Baba! Loo..look at her...." Abeer started faking her drama of self pity like always to distract her parents from the accurate allegations Alaya has put on her in front of her parents but her parents knows better than that.

"We will discuss it later but for now let's leave please." Her father suggested.

"But baba...."Abeer started.

Both couple rolled their eyes in annoyance on their darling daughters daily drama and of course the reason of them being late now.

"Please darling not right now..." Her father pleaded pissed already.

Rahman Ahmad Khan is one of the richest man in India; a successful businessman , husband to Sitara Ahmad and loving father to his daughters. He loves their three daughters alot and have spoiled them to the level that now he regrets ever doing it. They have three daughters only. Aamra the eldest one who is already married with a three year old girl now, Abeer the middle child and Alaya the youngest daughter. However Abeer is the fussiest among all because she is a middle child so she thinks she is deprived of everything; by the way it's not true at all its her own assumption. She has her own theories and perspective on love. Aamra is the first child that's why she is most favourite and Alaya is the youngest that's why she has everyone's attention but Abeer is the middle one so there's is nothing left for her. And she is always throwing pity parties for herself just because of her own nonsense reasons but the reality is at the end of the day she actually have everyone's attention.

"Or suno!"(listen here) Her mother stopped them with a stern expression on her face before sitting in their car. "Apne taya abbu k bacho se dur rehna; khas taur pr unke ladko se!" She warned them sternly and both the girls gulped before nodding obediently.

(Both will stay away from your uncle's kids, especially his sons!)

Ibrahim Ahmad Khan and Rahman Ahmad Khan were two sons. They used to handle the same family business for ten years together but after the death of their father they started having disagreements, arguments with eachother that also started causing problems in their business. Then they started blaming eachother for every company's loss. They grew severely bitter towards eachother and finally realized they can't run business together so they divided the company with their 50-50% shares and now they both are the biggest rival in business. They see eachother in family gatherings but this is it, no greetings nothing - like two strangers.

"chalo chalo sab! Jaldi karo!"

(Come on , be quick girls!)

After the last call from Rahman they all huddled inside their fathers land rover.

********

Safiya phuphu's house is radiating even in the day light. Well decorated with marygold flowers everywhere. Today is her daughter's Haldi then Mehendi in the evening. Tomorrow is the final day. Ladies and relatives of the house are laughing and talking , enjoying the function.

Samra; the bride sitting on a beautifully decorated swing in signature yellow suit and flowers jewelry blushing and smiling to herself whenever her cousin sisters tease her about her soon-to-be husband Ahmer.

"Allah! dekho kesa khush ho rahi hai Ahmer bhai k ghar jane k naam pr. Jaise ye ghar to iska kabhi tha hi nahi!" Abeer accused her sarcastically. Girls around her laughed but Samra glared at her.

(Look! How happy she looks at the mention of going to Ahmer bro's house as if this house was never hers.)

"Thoda sa jhuta hi afsoos jata do k ye ghar chor k jana bura lag raha hai." Abeer continued with her rant but Abeer's elder sister Aamra smacked her head from behind taking her off guard.

(Atleast just pretend that you are sad about leaving this house.)

"Kya hai Aamra aapi!" Abeer complained feeling annoyed when others laughed at her.

(What the hell Aamra!)

"Kabhi to dhang ki baat kar lia kro Abeer." Aamra face palmed and Abeer just shrugged nonchalantly.

(Do you ever talk sense?)

"Aur konsa paraye ghar ja rahi hai..Apni hi khala k ghar to ja rahi hai ye." Aamra said smiling tenderly at Samra. Ahmer is their elder phuphu's son whereas Samra is their younger phuphu's daughter.

(And its not like she is going to some strangers house. Its her maternal aunt after all.)

"Haan haan! Aap to kahogi hi apko khud jo apne ghar ki kabhi yaad nahi aati." Abeer grumbled to herself. And received another harsh smack on her head.

(Of course you will defend her after all you too never misses your home now.)

"Tum na sudharna!" Aamra glared helplessly.

(You will never change!")

"Come on Zooni! Lets leave, nobody loves your Khala jaan here." Abeer complained scowling after getting up and grabbing her only niece hands. She heard loud laughter from behind following her while she was walking away.

*******

Abeer is walking around with Zooni beside her looking around for something to eat while complaining about others, how nobody cares for her and loves her because she is the middle child.No one even came after her to call her back or to check on her. Her usual rant of self pity. But suddenly she stopped; mouth dropping in shock and her heart beat picked up in fear.

"Ya Allah! ye yaha kaha se aagaya?"

(Oh God! What is he doing here?)

Abeer started looking around to hide somewhere frantically leaving Zooni to herself and the minute his neck started turning in her direction out of sudden panic she hide behind the first thing she noticed; right behind a single string of marygold dangling from the ceiling, closing her eyes tightly in fear.

There was a solitary silence for a long moment not even a sound of breath and Abeer started to feel relax.

"Oh My God!!"

But there was sudden roar of laughter, the kind of laughter that will wake up entire neighborhood disturbed by the loudness in the middle of the night. She thought his laugh is beautiful but now she doubts. Its irritating her; she wanted to open her eyes so much and find out the reason. Well unfortunately she is hiding from him and didn't want to get caught. Right?

"I bet even Zooni can't find such place to hide." Laughter is still evident in his voice. Abeer frowned sensing the voice so close to her.She started hesitantly opening her eyes.

Suddenly, she jumped and shrieked palming her sudden stopping heart as if she has seen a ghost. But nothing close to a ghost honestly, clad in a mustard kurta and white salwar, kolhapuri in his feet. Her wild hair ruffled. He looks devilishly handsome minus that devilish grin on his face teasing her.

"Vo..voh..." She smiled sheepishly moving the string to side and gulped feeling embarrassed before she can speak again while he waited patiently staring at her with a teasing smile.

"I..I..wasn... wasn't hiding..." she stammered for the right word clutching the flower string in her hand tightly.

"Ohkayyy then...." he trailed off patiently.

"Actually..." She tucked her hair behind taking a pause then looked up and her eyes suddenly lit up while he frowned. "Actually I.. I...I was..." she started pulling the flower string forcefully which is already tied and hanging from the ceiling like curtains. "Aahhh!" she sighed in relief smiling when it finally came undone in her hands.

"I was actually trying to tie it up there...since ceiling is so high I guess I need help." she handed that to him smiling convincingly, pointing up the ceiling.

He strangely switched his eyes from her to flower in his hands and then from flowers to her. He has no idea who is feeling more stupid between them; her or him?

"So...you.were.tying.it.up.there?" He asked warily breaking each and every word to give a clear perspective of his enquiry while pointing up at the ceiling where it was already tied but not anymore.

"Yes tie up there!" She replied confidently as if whatever he is thinking is actually stupid because she is the only smart thing around right now. Instead of answering he just stared at her blankly.

"By the way what are you doing here?" yet another stupid question from her.

"Yeh meri phuphu ka bhi ghar hai." (Its my aunt's house too) He rolled his eyes while replying but paused when his eyes widen in realization.

"Are you high on something today Abeer?Or do you think anyone spiked your drink ?" He asked leaning closer, inspecting her. He is looking serious and concerned now.

"Omer!" She yapped glaring at him and started walking away from there grumbling to herself. "Ye ladka kahi jo mera picha chorey!"

(This guy always following me everywhere around.)

She didn't go even remotely far when the flower string semi looped coming around her waist halted her. She was startled and the nervousness she feels around Omer started kicking in again.

"Om..Omer ye kya harkat hai?" She turned around facing him, her voice is strict but anxiety can be sensed clearly in her tone.

(Omer what are you doing?)

But Omer was unbothered by her question. He checked her out shamelessly, lazily running his eyes on her vuluptous frame. She was dressed beautifully in white floor length Anarkali with golden gota work on it. Her hairs twirled in perfect mild curls, her golden jhumkas peeking through her hairs. Her lips painted nude pink and blush on, on her cheeks covering her natural blush. She was looking enthralling taking his breath away again.

"Om..omer?" She asked in panic when Omer started stepping a little closer to her with his eyes glued on her while wrapping the flower string lazily around her wrist like hand cuffs. Her skin tingled whenever his hands skin touched with hers.

"Kitni zalim ho na tum!" (You are so cruel.) He clicked his tongue taunting her and she avoided looking at him. "Main yaha tumhare pas aane k bahane dhundta rehta hu or ek tum ho jise pata nahi mujhe dekh k konsi gufa jana hota hai." he complained playfully.

(I am the one always searching for excuses to be close to you but don't know where you always disappear everytime after spotting me?)

"To kisne kaha bahane dhundne ko?" She retorted monotonously still not looking at him infuriating Omer.

(Then stop searching for excuses!)

"Dil to karta hai k....."He gritted out wrapping remaining flower string around her neck choking her snugly while her hands cuffed by flowers still clutched in his. "Tumhari jaan le lu or sara kissa khatam!" He said desperately, tightening the string around her. His jaw clenched.

(I feel like........)

(I should kill you and end this misery.)

"Then do it!" she snapped confidently glaring at him, feeling uneasy by the grip. It isn't torturous but isn't comfortable either.

"Pr apni us jaan ka kya karu jo tumme basti hai?" His voice deep with emotions and helplessness. The passion and love he feels for her; it will burn him one day and the every day torture he goes through by her rejection and resistance. Perhaps he is a masochist because he loves suffering from burn of her love and continuous rejection. After all she is his fitoor.

(But what to do with my life that lies within you?)

Shiver ran down Abeer's spine chilling her bones. She feels scared seeing such passion and craziness for her in his eyes. Omer's sick obsession in his eyes like fire towards her make her feel like running to the hills. Its not only sickness that scares her but the consequences and destruction that will follow after if he really loses her. Because she knows its impossible for them to be together; their family will kill them before considering them to be together. Their ego is everything. That's why unlike Omer she never even dared to give a thought about what and how she feels exactly for Omer. She don't even want to know; thought alone scares her what if she find out she likes him or worst falling for him?

"Omer leave!" She gritted out freeing herself. "Hamre gharwalo ne dekh lia to bawal ho jana hai." Abeer told him anxiously and finally he freed her. It was all it took for Abeer to run away in a lightening speed.

(If someone from family see us it will be a disaster!)