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She switched on her phone. The usual start up tone hardly ended when her phone started vibrating like crazy.
24, 25, 26...The number of text messages/voice messages/missed calls/whatsapp's increased at an alarming rate.
Once the vibrations completely stopped, which wasn't until a good two minutes. I checked the Log and saw something that didn't surprise me.
All those 63 missed calls were from only one number. Those 37 messages were from that number only. And so was the case with those 79 voice messages & 50 whatsapp.
"The number that was saved under the name Zain." She sighed
Hesitantly, she opened the latest text message from him and read:
"Please, please please !! Give me a
chance to at least say sorry, To explain myself. Come ON, Aliya Reply to my messages, pick up my
calls, come to college. Plzzz
My blurry vision prevented me from reading further.
There was silence all around in the college. Every soul in the auditorium for farewell party. I sat there, in the cold, while everybody else was probably having the best time of their lives, eating , drinking, teasing and joking with eachother.
I sighed deeply.
"You know it really wouldn't kill you to read those messages or pick up the damn calls once in a while!"
I heard him before I saw him and that's because his voice came from behind. And I felt him before
I heard him. But I was careful not to let that show.
I neither turned or nor stood up. Without showing any signs that I had heard him & that I was crying.
I said: "It just might."
"Al-ya." He pleaded.
Descending the stairs, he came and sat next to me.
He hadn't yet seated himself comfortably, when I stood up abruptly, hating the smell of his cologne
and its effects on me.
His hand rose up to catch mine.
"Leave my hand."
"Listen to me."
"LEAVE my hand."
"I won't, until you listen to what I have to say."
"I won't, until you leave my hand."
"You won't, even if I leave your hand."
I tried another tactic. Sighing loudly
I sagged my shoulders and dropped my weight until I was the perfect picture of despondence.
My plan worked! Thinking that I had given in, he unconsciously loosened his grip on my hand. Just enough for me to snatch it out of his.
"Hah!" I said triumphantly, moving away from him (just enough to be out of his reach) and crossing my arms across my chest.
He stood up and raising an eyebrow mockingly said "Very mature act i must say"
"Whatever." I replied
And start walking.
"Aliya please! I'm sorry! Just stop for once and hear what I have to say. Please!!" He pleaded again
I walked aimlessly straight.
"Not going to happen."
"Okay. FINE! I'm going to do it right here then!" He said throwing his arms in the air .
"Do what?" I demanded.
"Apologies." He was now in step with me and was facing me even as he walked.
He took my silence as an instruction to go on.
"I AM sorry. I'm sorry what I said plz forgive me for once plz Al-ya
Zain
No I m not done yet Sorry that I wasn't a good friend to you although you always there for me when i need u.
Something in his voice made me stop and look up at him even though he was just a blur through my tears.
"I'm sorry that I wasted so bloody much time in realizing that I was in love with you."
For a moment, I just stood there and stared at him. And he stared back.
And then the moment was over and I simply turned away from him and started walking away.
"Atleast say something!" He cried falling into step
"What?" I snapped.
"Do you love me or not" he asked
Is there a need to ask this question I asked
"Yeah" he slightly node her head.
She turned & hugged him tightly " yes stupid I love u "
-THE END-
A/N: hello all i m back again with a bakwas story. Actually I don't know what i wrote in hurry so plz ignore all typos & yeah don't forget to leave ur precious comments. It really means a lot.
24, 25, 26...The number of text messages/voice messages/missed calls/whatsapp's increased at an alarming rate.
Once the vibrations completely stopped, which wasn't until a good two minutes. I checked the Log and saw something that didn't surprise me.
All those 63 missed calls were from only one number. Those 37 messages were from that number only. And so was the case with those 79 voice messages & 50 whatsapp.
"The number that was saved under the name Zain." She sighed
Hesitantly, she opened the latest text message from him and read:
"Please, please please !! Give me a
chance to at least say sorry, To explain myself. Come ON, Aliya Reply to my messages, pick up my
calls, come to college. Plzzz
My blurry vision prevented me from reading further.
There was silence all around in the college. Every soul in the auditorium for farewell party. I sat there, in the cold, while everybody else was probably having the best time of their lives, eating , drinking, teasing and joking with eachother.
I sighed deeply.
"You know it really wouldn't kill you to read those messages or pick up the damn calls once in a while!"
I heard him before I saw him and that's because his voice came from behind. And I felt him before
I heard him. But I was careful not to let that show.
I neither turned or nor stood up. Without showing any signs that I had heard him & that I was crying.
I said: "It just might."
"Al-ya." He pleaded.
Descending the stairs, he came and sat next to me.
He hadn't yet seated himself comfortably, when I stood up abruptly, hating the smell of his cologne
and its effects on me.
His hand rose up to catch mine.
"Leave my hand."
"Listen to me."
"LEAVE my hand."
"I won't, until you listen to what I have to say."
"I won't, until you leave my hand."
"You won't, even if I leave your hand."
I tried another tactic. Sighing loudly
I sagged my shoulders and dropped my weight until I was the perfect picture of despondence.
My plan worked! Thinking that I had given in, he unconsciously loosened his grip on my hand. Just enough for me to snatch it out of his.
"Hah!" I said triumphantly, moving away from him (just enough to be out of his reach) and crossing my arms across my chest.
He stood up and raising an eyebrow mockingly said "Very mature act i must say"
"Whatever." I replied
And start walking.
"Aliya please! I'm sorry! Just stop for once and hear what I have to say. Please!!" He pleaded again
I walked aimlessly straight.
"Not going to happen."
"Okay. FINE! I'm going to do it right here then!" He said throwing his arms in the air .
"Do what?" I demanded.
"Apologies." He was now in step with me and was facing me even as he walked.
He took my silence as an instruction to go on.
"I AM sorry. I'm sorry what I said plz forgive me for once plz Al-ya
Zain
No I m not done yet Sorry that I wasn't a good friend to you although you always there for me when i need u.
Something in his voice made me stop and look up at him even though he was just a blur through my tears.
"I'm sorry that I wasted so bloody much time in realizing that I was in love with you."
For a moment, I just stood there and stared at him. And he stared back.
And then the moment was over and I simply turned away from him and started walking away.
"Atleast say something!" He cried falling into step
"What?" I snapped.
"Do you love me or not" he asked
Is there a need to ask this question I asked
"Yeah" he slightly node her head.
She turned & hugged him tightly " yes stupid I love u "
-THE END-
A/N: hello all i m back again with a bakwas story. Actually I don't know what i wrote in hurry so plz ignore all typos & yeah don't forget to leave ur precious comments. It really means a lot.
CID
