Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

3- For You, I Will

“Ah, My, I can’t believe it.” Hania exclaimed in glee, hugging her daughter when her final year started. “I am amazed she even passed.” Hoor muttered and Rayan nodded in agreement. “Well, this calls for a treat!” Emraz beamed, hugging Hoorain, kissing the top of her head.

“Yay!” She cheered as they went to have a family dinner together to celebrate her passing as her final year she was waiting for finally started. 

The time when she will be taught by him. 

This lone fact gave her happiness she couldn’t fathom and everyone thought she was happy because of her course's final year "I am gonna miss you a lot, Hoor." Rayan mumbled, resting his cheek on his palm. "What was I supposed to do without you?" He asked sadly but she chuckled, "Don't worry, I am not going that far." She giggled. "Far?! You are going to a whole other country and you are saying this!?" He frowned deeply but she simply smiled, patting his head.

"Besides, Emraz bhai could compensate for it." She smirked, turning to him, "What?" He asked, furrowing his brows. "By bringing a sister-in-law." She tittered, "She is not a thing I was supposed to bring." He muttered, dismissing the matter.

"Come on, Bhai. You are the eldest. I barely doubt this man has any intention of doing it either so that leaves you." She said, turning to him.

"Why me? Rayan has a girlfriend. Tell him to do that." He shrugged. "Yeah, Bhai!" Hoorain grinned, agreeing with her sister. "Not you too." He sighed, holding his forehead. "Hey, don't tease my boy. Don't you guys worry, an angel will descend for him." Rehman laughed, patting Emraz's back, he smiled.

"I hope." He breathed out as they continued their dinner, filled with the sound of chattering and a lovely time.

The next day, her classes started. her heart was thumping beyond control, putting her hand on her chest, she tried to clear her mind but couldn't the smile on her lips was not removing.

"You're happy, aren't you?" Hoor asked, etnering and plopping on the bed. "Huh? What do you mean?" She asked, gasping, turning to her, holding her shirt.

"Do you think I don't know why you are trying to look good?" She asked, taking a bite of her apple. "Do you think he will notice?" Hoorain asked, lowering her head. Despite the gap in age, Hoorain has told her sister everything about her crush on Zain from the very start.

"He will but not in a good way." She hummed, contemplating her form. "What do you mean?" She asked, panicking a little.

"Why bother yourself when you have me?" She asked, proud of herself as all her female friends asked her for fashion advice. "Let's get ready." She smiled, throwing the core of her apple in the dustbin and helping Hoorain to get ready, making sure she looks simple but pretty.

"There, all done." She smiled, applying a faint tint on her cheeks and lips. "Perfect." She smiled.

"Thanks, Hoor Api." She grinned, checking herself out in the mirror. "No problem. And yeah, even if I am going away that certainly doesn't mean you won't tell me anything, understood?" She asked sternly, smirking, leaning on the wall.

"Of course, If I won't tell you then with whom I will?" She asked with a giggle, taking her bag.

"Let's just hope he notices." They both sighed and walked out, talking with each other as both brothers left for work early.

"Bye!" Hoorain waved and left for her college too.

She reached early and rushed to Haziqa. "Hey!" She grinned, coming to her. "Ah my,  someone sure came prepared." She smirked, teasing her, causing her to blush and look down shyly. "Three years... hmm?" She smirked, pushing her by her shoulder, "Hush, Haziqa, someone might hear." She mumbled, biting her lips. "Let them, I think most of them would have noticed by now the way you look at him." She teased but gasped, she stumbled back.

"What!? Really?!" She asked, abruptly apprehensive about it. Haziqa chuckled at her reaction and sighed, "No silly, I was just teasing you. When the target of your eyes doesn't notice, no one will." She grinned, tapping her shoulder to ease her and not vex about this anymore.

"You scared me for a second." She sighed, emitting a long sigh, shaking her head but Haziqa's smile faded and was replaced with a scowled, "Well everyone except one." She hissed when their fellow Azed Durani a.k.a the heart stealer of their class came with a smirk plastered on his lips, hands resting his pockets, his green eyes shimmering under the sun along with his brown hair. "Argh, not him." Hoorain's excitement faded, turning to him when he approached them steadily.

"Hey." His deep tone came, eyes affixed on Hoorain who was looking away with a stoic expression. "Hey." The girls responded rudely.

"Don't make this face." He said sweetly. "I don't know what you are talking about." Hoorain shrugged. "You know exactly what I am talking about, Hoorain. Why do you make this face whenever I am here? What have I ever done?" He asked, tilting his head in confusion, lips curling downwards. Even being a playboy of the institute, he has always been nice to Hoorain and never tried to hit on her after high school but she hates him for his image.

"I don't even want you to do anything." She retorted. "I guess even asking for a friendship is too much." And this was the extent of what they call manipulation.

"Yes, It is. Let's go, Hoorain." Haziqa hissed, grabbing her arm and leading her to their class.

"Geez, that man never fails to ruin my mood." Haziqa muttered. "You sure hate him." Hoorain chuckled. "I have no intentions of simping over a playboy." She scoffed as they both sat down. waiting for the class to start.

"Who knows he might be nice." Hoorain shrugged. "Such guys talk sweetly only to use you. Don't be absurd, Hoorain. Besides..." Her rage eventually faltered and was replaced by a smirk when she turned as their teacher entered, whispering, "Your beloved is there."

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