Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

23- Worrisome Thoughts

Haziqa’s words left Hoorain pondering, her mind stopped functioning for the moment, they wrecked havoc. Her mind was losing its ability to think properly. She thought was there from the start but paying attention to it; Broke her.

“Hmm?” Haziqa asked and Hoorain looked down, clutching the grass. Pressing her teeth together, looking up and saw Zain talking to Sir Kasim.

Watching him from afar made her worried. She began to think about it. The perturbation about what exists between them has any foundation or it’s just a baseless mind.

Do you truly feel anything? Do we mean anything? She thought, turning her head down. 

Getting up to leave for her class, trying to divert her mind from his thoughts. 

“We will think about it later.” She murmured softly, biting the inside of her cheek to let these thoughts out from her mind as if they never existed. 

Emitting shallow breaths to stop what is going through her mind. “Hoorain-” Haziqa to say something but stumbled upon the least person they favored.

"Oh, Hey, Hoorain." Azed smiled genuinely, waving his hand at her but she scoffed, looking away.

She was already on the verge of wavering emotions and his presence enhanced her state.

"Not wearing your engagement ring, hmm?" He teased which hit her sensitive nerve at this point.

"Shut up. There was nothing like this.” She growled, glaring at him. Her mind was lost in rage, she didn’t want to think.

"Okay, but why are you getting riled up?" He asked, tilting his head in confusion, putting his hand in between, taking a step back.

"Or was it truly nothing?" But being the tease, his smirk came back, amplifying her fury because in her senses, it was truly nothing at the moment.

"Shut up, Azed." She snarled, turning her head away but the strain on her face was clear.

"I don't know what's wrong in accepting. Right, Haziqa? Nobody will cast an evil eye on your bond." He sighed, putting his hand on his waist, turning to Haziqa whose brows twitched in irk.

"Do you love talking about non-existent thing?" She asked, closing her arms at her chest. 

"Just like your love life?" He snickered at Haziqa who gasped, pointing her finger in contempt.

"Better than being your victim." She hissed which wiped his smile. Not knowing what to say.

"That hurts you know." He replied in a low tone but trying not to show this expression on his face. 

"I never held bad intentions towards you." he said sincerely but scoffing at his response, she rolled her eyes off, refusing to believe in his words.

"Thank you for your generosity, Sir." Mocking, Haziqa left them alone, not wanting to spend a single second in Azed’s presence who was baffled at their resentment.

"Why is she so infuriated with me all the time?" He asked, turning to Hoorain who was lost in her own worries and not paying attention to their bicker.

"You behave like an arse. She doesn't want to be used by you." She shrugged, replying whatever came to her mouth, looking down at the ground.

"Is my image that bad?" He asked sadly, curling his lips downwards.

"Yes." She nodded, still not looking up.

"Ouch." It did hurt him.

"Your everything sounds like a glib." She replied, looking up at him, noticing how her words vexed him.

"That's harsh judging how I never did anything at least to you two." He replied in a low dejected tone. Thinking about it truly hurt him as his actions and their behavior were contrary.

"Right. Nothing." She scoffed, recalling their internship ordeal and glared at him.

"What? What do you mean?" He asked, bewildered, what did he do now that she is also getting furious with him.

"Say you didn't make us work at the same hotel using your Father’s help?" She jeered, folding her arms, smirking emptily.

"What?" He blinked, registering her words and replied with one word. 

"No."

"What?" Now, she blinked, believing he was lying.

"I mean yeah but-" He tried to correct his sentence, telling her what he truly intended to do by this but she cut him off.

"See. It was you!" She hissed, raising her words, losing her forbearance with him.

"No, Hoorain!" He raised his voice as well, pissed that none of them understands him and blames him whenever they want. 

Curse at him uselessly, injuring his sentiments.

"Then what is it?" She growled, refusing to believe his any worthless explanations, having firm faith that it was definitely him.

"I made my father give me an internship there. I have no idea who offered yours. I did in my case but not in yours." He reasoned, telling her the truth which left her astounded for a second. Eyes widened to think who it could be then.

But, not even once her mind wandered to Zain. Anyone but him.

"Why would you want to worm with me anyways?" She asked, finding reasons to place blame on him and refusing to comprehend another reasoning could exist.

She doesn’t want to think.

"Promise you won't get angry." He breathed out, taking a step back, putting his hand in between, tensed.

"Say first. Then it depends." She muttered, narrowing her eyes in ire. He sighed, knowing it’s futile.

"Please don't tell Haziqa." He spoke the words that are priority. Swallowing the lump in his throat, mentally preparing himself for his next words.

"Why?" She asked and taking a deep breath he told her the true reason breathlessly.

"I wanted to get on your good book so you could convince Haziqa to give me a chance." She blinked, knitting her brows together. 

She clearly believed she heard him wrong but the look on his face was enough to know she didn’t. He actually said what she never fathomed.

"What? Why would I do it?" She asked the first thing which came to her mind, shrugging her shoulders.

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