《The nerd and Mr. Popular✔️》Chapter 49
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I looked at the pictures and froze at my place. She was the same lady from their family album. Now I got why I felt different when I saw her pictures that day. They were right, I had inherited these eyes and smile from mom. The album started soaking my tears and I hugged the picture with my chest. I always craved for her touch, her presence and I had a little hope that perhaps one day I'd be able to see her. And today my all hopes died.
I can't see her!
A voice rang in my ears and a pair of teary eyes flashed in my mind. Umaisha Aunty!
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"Zaynah, please say something, I know you hate me but please speak something, your silence is killing me, " I entered the living room and looked across to find everyone's eyes on me. I was standing there silently when Mrs. Umaisha came and held my hands. I looked at the woman from which I always felt a different connection who did sin to ruin my mom's life but everyone deserves forgiveness, right?
She also went through a lot and she did her best to keep my mom's promise, she even risked her life for us. It was hard to forgive me right now but I can give it a try, right?
"Aunty, Can we please forget those things and never discuss them again, " as the words left my mouth, her facial expressions changed and her eyes lit up with a new hope.
"Zaynah... I'm so sorry... I'm..." Her voice was shaking from a lot of emotions and tears started flowing from her eyes.
"Hey, Don't cry, Aunty.. you know I don't know anything about mom's love, I've always craved for that kind of love... So can I call you "mama"? It's just I feel a different connection with you and... " Before I could complete my sentence, she pulled me in a tight warm hug which started bringing a different peace and comfort in my body.
"I love you so much Zaynah, thank you so much ... I can't tell you how happy I am," love and a lot of emotions were dripping from her voice and today she found her dead daughter and I found my dead mother. I cocked my head at Farwa who was smiling at me and I knew I took the right decision.
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I was walking towards the classroom when I was pulled by someone, my eyes widened as my head touched someone's chest.
"What are you doing here?" I almost whispered to not be heard by other students who were passing by.
"I missed you," he wrapped his arms around my waist and looked straight into my eyes pressing his lips together.
"What the heck, let me go," I rolled my eyes at him but he pulled me closer to him.
" Zaynah... " His eyes were complaining but I ignored everything and scolded my heart who was whispering a lot of things in my mind.
"You're behaving like a weirdo..." I unwrapped his arms from my waist and sighed. I didn't want to get caught by any IISC kid.
"Don't tell me you're not feeling anything," his smirk grew wider and he started gazing at my face which was sending a lot of tingling sensations in my body.
"Ahh...yeah... I ain't feeling anything," I lowered my head and gulped the saliva formed in my throat.
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"Really?" He brought his lips closer to my ear and I got goosebumps as his hot minty breath fanned my cheeks.
"Wajahat..." I let out a deep breath and tried to calm my heart which was thumping loudly.
"Yes, baby?" His nose came in contact with my eardrum and my breath got hitched.
Baby?
Wtf is he doing?
His grip on my waist tightened and he was holding me closer so that our faces were a few inches apart.
"Don't tell me you're still not feeling anything," he moved his lips to my eyes and planted a soft kiss.
"Wajahat please," I pushed him away and touched my heart which was beating fast and the heat rose on my face which was making the whole atmosphere very hot.
He started smiling sheepishly and I rolled my eyes at him, "Go to hell," I growled and started fixing my hijab and dress.
"Stay away from me you pervert," I scoffed before moving my steps away from him.
"Okay," he replied curtly and my heart twitched a little.
Yeah...I was showing him that I'm not getting affected by all these things...
But only if he knew how his presence can change the entire world of my heart.
How it feels to have full right on the person who was out of my league.
Man! I love him so much...
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I entered the cafeteria with Farwa and Zara and my gaze traveled to a couple who was giggling and the girl was blushing and squealing continuously.
I ignored them and settled down but my eyes widened as my gaze landed on them again. The boy was none other than Wajahat. He was laughing and smiling with a girl... A pang of jealousy started forming in my heart and I just wanted to smack the pretty face of that bitch who was clinging to my husband.
Your husband is also a bitch btw!
"Who's she?" I arched my eyebrows at Farwa who was munching her sandwich peacefully.
"Aliyah, Aliyah Khan student of BSc 2nd year and the girl who can steal anyone's heart just by her smile," she looked across my face and explained to me in brief.
I looked at them again, Wajahat's eyes were glued on her face and a beautiful smile was tugging on his lips. I felt like someone's stabbing a knife in my heart, I found it difficult to stay there, I averted my gaze and ran outside ignoring Zara and Farwa's voice.
Aliyah Khan, the headache, I swear talking to her can give you a brain tumor. But I was tolerating that headache just to make my wife realize that she loves me.
Okay I know I'm being extra dramatic and possessive and I'm probably invading her personal space but bruhh I love her more than anyone and my stupid heart has now tired from this one-sided shit. I want the same love and attention from her side too.
She looked mad as she spotted us together, I did everything to make her mad and jealous but she left the cafeteria in seconds. Of course, it's time to go after her...
After searching for ten minutes finally I found her sitting on the stairs, her eyes were puffy and her nose was red from crying.
Gosh! She looks so cute...but hey I hate her tears!
She was talking to herself and then she took a chocolate from her pocket. She unwrapped the chocolate and started munching it. She was holding the chocolate in one hand and her other hand was wiping off the tears from her eyes.
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Now tell me how couldn't I fall for her??
I moved my steps towards her and stood beside her. She tilted her head as she felt my presence. Her eyeballs grew larger and I saw a small smile forming on her lips but the next moment her smile faded and she scrunched her face.
I held her hand and dragged her along with me in the car.
"Leave my hand," she did her useless protests and I ignored everything silently locking the car.
"Have you gone crazy? How can you force me to come with you?" She has a large scowl on her face which was making her more adorable.
" Yeah," I replied curtly and started the car.
"Hey, where are you taking me with you? I'm not going anywhere...Are you kidnapping me?" She came in her usual overdramatic form.
"Can you please shut up ?" I scoffed which made her roll eyes at me.
" Farwa and Zara are looking for me..."
" I've texted them... Don't worry?" I replied peacefully and stopped the car on the side of a lonely road.
"Why are you doing this? Go to your Aliyah please?" She was mad, very mad and I scanned her face curiously.
"Aliyah? I don't know any Aliyah..." I shrugged my shoulders and she gritted her teeth.
"Just go to your Aliyah and I'm also gonna call Azlan..." But the next moment she realized that she shouldn't say this. She stopped midway and looked at me nervously.
I didn't know why but just hearing the name of Azlan boiled my blood. I looked at the nervous Zaynah who was chewing her bottom lips with nervousness.
I looked into her beautiful eyes and my heartbeats fastened. I didn't know what had gotten into me that I pulled her closer to me that made her sit on my lap. She looked startled and flustered. I cupped her face and smashed my lips to hers.
This wasn't just a simple kiss, I put my all anger, frustration, jealousy, and love on that kiss. Our lips were moving in a wonderful rhythm like they were dancing to their own songs which rose the heat in my heart, a lot of sparks was shooting in my body and I broke the kiss for air
Her face became crimson red from blush and a beautiful smile was dancing on her lips.
"I love you Zaynah," I placed my hands on hers and whispered. She wrapped her hands on my body and hugged me tightly.
"I love you more," she snuggled closer to me and I laughed at the changes my body having from her closeness.
"I'm dying from curiosity just tell me where are we going?" I whined and looked at that cute dumbass whose all focus was on the road.
"Azlan, just tell me," I slapped his arms and yawned, I was still sleepy.
"Mishal, for God's sake, stop being nosy," he wrinkled his nose and gave me a tired look.
"Excuse me, Mr. Azlan, it's you who dragged me with you from my bed and you're driving for the past thirty minutes and you're still not telling me where I'm going in this clown costume," I gritted my teeth and glared at him.
"C'mon Mishal, you're still looking pretty," he rolled his eyes, and his words made my heart skip a beat.
Yeah, he had called me beautiful and pretty about thousands of times but I didn't know why today it feels so different.
He stopped the car near a familiar place and we get off from the car. My eyes widened as I found myself standing at the place where we spent our childhood, where I first saw Azlan and where I fell in love with this weirdo.
I looked at our secret house which we made in our childhood. It was my favorite place but no one knew about this. We became so busy in our lives that we never got a chance to visit here and today all the memories started flooding in my mind again.
"Azlan...I missed that place, aww thank you for taking me here..." My eyes started bawling from happiness and a lot of emotions.
"Hey, don't cry please..." His body tensed up a little as he saw my tears.
He outstretched his hand to hold mine, we intertwined our hands and entered our secret house. I gasped as I realized that the whole house was decorated differently and a big cake was lying on our wooden table.
"Happy birthday baby girl," he handed me a bouquet of red roses and smiled at me.
Damn, today's my birthday and I forgot about this. Shit..how?? Damn...
"OMG...thank you so much Azlan... I love you so much..." I cried with happiness and hugged him.
" I love you too," he whispered in my ear and I felt a wave of foreign emotions ran through my body.
Why everything's looking so different?
Why I'm feeling like this??
C'mon I know he loves me as a friend and he said me this about millions of times then why it's making my heart beats fast.
"Mishal... I love you...I mean I love you not as a friend but..." He was scratching the back of his neck nervously and my heart started thumping loudly.
"But..." My voice came out like a whisper.
"I don't know when and how this happened... I just know that I'm in love with you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me? Please don't say "No"..." He completed his long sentence in a single breath and my heart skipped millions of beats.
"Shut up...I love you so much...and I wanna marry you right now..." I wiped off my tears and hugged him again.
"It's not possible right now baby," he smiled.
Baby...? Fuvkkk?? I love this man so fuckin much.
I didn't know how this happened but I was thankful to the Almighty that finally, He answered my prayers. I know he has still feelings for Zaynah but I also know it will fade soon. I have trust in my love and faith in the Almighty power.
Indeed, He's the best planner, as a few months ago when I was planning to take away Azlan from Zaynah, He didn't let this happen and stopped me from doing the sin, and when I lost all the hopes and accepted my fate...He changed everything and removed Zaynah from his life. And today...
I just want to put my head in sujood to thank Him.
I looked at the most beautiful guy on this planet who was mine, only mine.
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