𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚RANIA'S POV :

only I know how hard it was to escape the janitor room my face soaked with his blood, managing to rush into the washroom without anyone noticing me.

I washed my face and cleaned all traces of blood from my face, thank goodness I wasn't wearing glasses at that time, or else they would have been ruined like my face.

I walked out of the washroom only for my steps to come to a halt, my breath stiffening as I saw Hamdan leaning on the wall with crossed arms exactly outside of the washroom area.

He had that filthy smirk etched on his charming yet devilish face.

I closed my eyes and breathed out, I balled my fist, controlling the frustration that would take over me anytime soon.

I turned my way to the other side and was about to walk away when his chilly voice entered my ears, making my ribs tighten around my flesh.

"Where do you think you're going, hayati ?" His voice halted my steps, and a strange feeling entered my stomach, like I am caged and can't escape. I turned around with a poker face, not wanting him to know he was affecting me.

"Not your business," I spat, shooting icy glares his way. His smirk widened.

"Everything about you is going to be my business when I fuck you right here, and you moan my name, not caring that we're at a university,"

he laughed maniacally, spewing filthy words that made my body tremble and dizzy. I rolled my eyes, feeling mute, with no words to reply to his obscene remarks.

All I had to do was ensure he kept his distance from me because I want to get rid of him.

I didn't want the monster to have his eyes on me. I didn't want to be his prey or something he would want to ruin and shatter.

No. I am already shattered enough for myself to become someone's victim now, especially not Hamdan's.

"If you're done acting like a retard, follow along like a professional new professor instead of a maniac because I have other things to do."

I believe my icy and rude words reached his ears, I could see his clenched jaw as he walked towards me. I quickly distanced myself and started walking with him beside me.

" every single word of yours will be counted and served back as severe punishment" he warned in his husky deep tone which trembled my legs and churned my abdomen.

I only knew one thing, to ignore him.

We walked towards the campus in silence, his gaze fixed on me even as I showed him the classes and library. It was as if nothing excited him more than peering into my soul.

At the moment I felt the feminine urge to pluck out those eye balls peering at me, intensely.

"Which is your piano class, Hayati?" he asks, his gaze flickering from me to the classes in a line.

"That is none of your concern— and wait! How do you know that I am a piano teacher?" My brows furrowed at first, but suddenly realization hit me.

"I stalked you," he turned towards me and halted his steps as he moved back and leaned on the nearby wall, crossing his arms. It was as if he was ready for me to yell at him. I followed his pace and moved closer to him in reflex.

"Stalking is a crime," I warned glaringly.

"Do I look like I give a fuck about that?" he replied, sounding bored as if it's the least of his concerns.

My blood boiled, and a weird sensation shook my limbs. He's a stalker, he must have learned many things about me.

"Yes, I know that your favorite color is beige, your favorite flower is a gerbera daisy, you like sad songs, enjoy eating ramen even though you shouldn't, love snow and winters, prefer wearing floral outfits, and going to the park on weekends to sketch. Also visiting your parents every weekend—" My eyes widened, and my heart thudded inside my chest so loudly.

"Stop!" I yelled loudly as frustration, anger, and fear got the best of me. You know exactly what happens when these three feelings combine, my eyes teared.

I tried my best not to fall weak, even though his words made me feel otherwise.

"There, there's the staff room!" I coldly informed as I moved back from the wall he was leaning on. I reversed my way and started walking towards the staff room, and he followed behind.

As soon as he entered, I could see the female teachers gasping and murmuring about him, but that was the least of my concern.

I grabbed my bag and all my stuff and walked out of the staff room, leaving the mother fucker alone with all the other professors there.

I asked the principal if I could leave for home because I feel sick, and he gradually allowed with no drama because he fucking knew that I can leave the job anytime since it's just a coping mechanism of mine to teach piano here.

It's like an escape of mine.

And the fact that there aren't really good professors in sight for the fat ass to assign.

Also, the mother fucker Hamdan, as far as I know, joined here as a mathematics professor. Oh, how I wish I could subtract the asshole out of my life.

I rushed outside of the university and drove back home—no. I drove over to my best friend, Fahee's house.

She is the literature professor in the same damn university, but right now she's on leave due to her fiancé being sick.

Tomorrow she'll join, and she's back from her fiancé's place as she told me. I need to fix this sourness, this drowsy feeling, this pain that I'm feeling, or I would take no time ending myself.

I knocked on the door and she opened engulfing me in a tight hug. " bitch how are you?" She asked feeling giddy and overexcited.

"Just fine," I replied boringly as I placed my shoes on the rack upon entering her apartment.

"Why did you skip uni today?" She asked in concern while I stared at her face. Should I tell her about Hamdan, or shouldn't I?

"Quit staring like a ghost and tell me what's wrong, I can sense something." And there we go, we sat on the couches, drinking slushy and eating chips.

I told her everything about Hamdan from head to toe. Oh, how I once rejected him to his words today, to him stalking me and joining our university, probably the new version of him.

"Kamina! I think we should report his behavior to your brother, or most probably your sister-in-law who's his sister," she suggested while cursing Hamdan in desi slang.

I thought for a while before speaking.

"Let's first try to handle him our way, because ain't no way we can report his psychotic acts to his sister, it's so weird or whatever, don't you think?" I asked, and with a somber smile, she agreed.

"Psycho's in love are so hot! I think you would definitely fall back for him," she giggled while throwing her hands in the air in excitement as her body leaned more on the couch.

I gave her an 'are you serious?' look!

"Come on, duh, don't you read books where the male lead is a psycho for the female lead, and the fact that they end up together!" She giggled again while throwing her legs in air.

I too sometimes read books, but not the type she reads. The ones she reads are dark and different from the novels I read.

"Hamdan is not any male lead, especially not mine. He is worse than any villain one would want to encounter, let alone be a male lead,"

my voice cold, icy, which made Fahee give me a 'yo bro calm the fuck down' look.

"Got it, ma'am, okay, chill now. So, do you want to eat something? I'll make you food," she asked, but I rejected because my appetite was long gone.

"Let's just talk for now," I declared calmly, and then ranted more to her.

She was being a bipolar bitch, for a second, she's like 'oh my god, he is so fictional,'

and the next second, she's like 'we definitely need to chop his dick & balls.'

I mean, I don't understand this girl right here.

"Bitch, don't tell me you've planned to eat ramen tonight, don't even try Rania. Remember, you were admitted for 3 days straight due to lots of spicy consuming. Don't use that coping mechanism, please!" Fahee's concerned eyes locked with mine.

I nodded to her and assured her that I wouldn't be eating it. But deep down, I felt guilty for lying to her because that's what I'll be doing since the incident today.

I bid her bye as it was 7 in the evening.

I drove off home after just spending half of my day with my best friend, and now it feels a lot better.

I entered my apartment and swiftly barged into the kitchen room, searching for ramen, but sadly the stock was out.

I groaned in annoyance and walked out of the building to the nearby grocery store.

I walked into the grocery store and took 7 packets of ramen, all different flavors, and some can juice.

I stood near the counter to pay for it. Someone kept their stuff just beside mine, and my eyes traveled up to see who the person is.

A low gasp escaped my mouth. My whole body shuddered as blood rushed through my veins in a quick survey.

I saw Hamdan wearing all casual black outfit from head to toe standing beside me.

He looked at me as if he knew what's going on in my mind. What scared me more was his devilish smirk, which made me want to scratch his whole face until it's unrecognizable.

"Missed me? Hayati," he asked while tilting his head, his actions demonic.

my hands shivered as the can from my hand fell, meeting the ground. Without waiting for me to pick it up, it rolled off the floor in the fastest way possible.

My attention diverted from Hamdan to the can as I followed it behind to get a hold of it. As it slipped out of the grocery store, I stumbled on some stone and harshly toppled on the ground, my posture kissing the ground.

I stiffened as pain flooded through my body, and I heard a loud 'fuck' from someone, and I knew who it was.

I got up from the ground and stood in a swift way, trying to forget that I just fell. However, the oozing blood from my knee and the reddened scratches on my palms reminded me.

I gazed down at my knee, which was bleeding, not until Hamdan dashed right in front of me. As soon as my eyes met his, my eyes started to tear. It's just so frustrating, the whole day and everything.

Hamdan's eyes this time didn't hold the demon in them, instead, they softened, but only for a second before I saw his jaw clenching.

"You're so careless!" he grits out, and the next moment I'm lifted up from the ground, my eyes widened as if they're dinner plates.

"What the hell!" I screamed as I realized Hamdan just scooped me up in his arms.

"The hell is that you're hurt,"came his retort.

"That I know!" I wriggled in his hold as his grip just tightened around me.

"Then why would you care to ask?" he annoyingly replied.

"Put me the fuck down!" I yelled as I started budging, trying to free myself.

This is so embarrassing while my heart is beating at an abnormal pace, wanting me to stab it.

"I don't take orders, so no." he affirmed out, taking a step forward as he started to walk.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I hissed.

" you're hurt " he replied robotically.

I restricted my tears from falling like I did the whole day. I sighed before speaking, "It's just a mere scratch, so put me the heck down and quit exaggerating."

"To you, it can be a mere scratch, but to me, even a damn scratch on you feels like my soul is torn apart. This might not pain you, but to me, it's more than just painful. So don't ask me if I'm exaggerating," he spoke with his jaw clenched, his gaze piercing my soul.

My words cut short, not knowing what to even reply to this crappy words. After my silence, he started walking. I tried my best to make him put me down, but my wriggles were just futile.

He stopped for a second as we reached our building and entered inside with me in his arms. He placed me on one of the couches so gently, as if I'm a delicate piece of glass that can be broken with a slight harsh touch.

"Sit here, I'll be back!" he said, more like ordered in his authoritative voice.

My mind clicked at that exact moment, and two things rushed into my mind:

1. Why is he here?

2. How does he know the building I live in?

"How do you know that I live here?" I asked, my voice like a ghost, my mind blank yet rustling and buzzing with creepy thoughts.

"I know everything about you, hayati."

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