𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚RANIA'S POV :

I was struggling to open the cup of chocolate sauce while still holding the churros since there aren't any surfaces to place my stuff on.

As I struggled, the mighty Hamdan Waseem approached me, offering his help.

Since churros are my priority, and I'm eagerly waiting to stuff one in my mouth, I agreed.

"Hold this," I shoved the chocolate sauce into his hand as he walked towards the bonfire and sat on the wood just beside me.

I took out one of the churros from the packet and motioned for Hamdan to open the sauce, and he did. I dipped my churro in it and took a big bite, my mouth flooded with its delicious taste.

"It tastes so good," I screamed while still chewing on the dessert.

"I taste even better, and you know that," Hamdan, who was sitting beside me holding the sauce, retorted, making me choke on my food.

What the hell is wrong with him?

I glared at him, my nose flared in disgust, while he chuckled like the maniac that he is.

"Hey gorgeous, you can glare at me all you want, but first, chew your food," he smiles while gazing at me, softly this time.

My heart races at his words as heat crawls up my neck and flushes my cheek crimson.

Hey gorgeous.

"What I do is not your business," I retort while dipping the churro again, while he still hold the sauce for me.

"Whatever my Hayati says," he nods while his shiny green eyes meet the night stars as he watches them.

"Don't want to fight? Don't you?" I ask, perplexed, seeing a not too malicious side of Hamdan, rather a calm one.

I averted my gaze from the churros to Hamdan now as I looked at his face, my eyes scanning his features. Sharp, dark, and perfect.

His looks are literally a girl magnet if being honest. But it has nothing to do with me.

So, I averted my gaze from his perfect green eyes, which shone under the moonlight, his sharp nose, and full lips.

"I want to talk to you about things," he replies calmly, his face turning towards me.

My heartbeat accelerates, wanting me to stab my heart.

"What things?" I ask while finishing my churros.

"Don't you love life?" He asks, making my breath hitch.

That is just so out of the box and sudden.

"I don't," I reply within a second.

"Any sensible reason?" He asks.

I hesitated, breathing heavily before finally speaking.

"You love things when they benefit you, when they make you happy, and when they make you want to love them more, want to have them more," I say while gazing at the stars.

"I don't agree. You don't love things that benefit you. You don't benefit me, but I still love you. You don't really make me happy, but to me, happiness is only you.

You don't make me want to love you more, but I still will. You don't make me want to have you, but I still will. Because I put my heart into you, and I'll stick to you," he replies while still peering at me.

"Don't self-harm, Rania. Your life must be the least of your concern, but to your people, it's precious. There are so many people around you who do care for you and want you to not be suicidal. I want you to heal from all of it."

"You must hate your life, but it's important. You are precious, more precious than any treasure or anything in the world, precious to your people who love you. Precious to me."

"You are not one of my people, Hamdan," I spat rudely, not caring how much venomous I sound.

I could see something flicker in his eyes, something I couldn't understand.

"Only I and you know that you killed Armaan. And this time I don't even want to force you to tell me the reason behind it, but hear me out.

If you think what you did was right and if you have really valid reasons for your actions, then don't drown in your guilt," his jaw clenches as he speaks.

"Don't hurt yourself for the tragic past you've faced, it's gone. Live in the moment and start loving the present. The present is always better."

His words shatter something in me.

He is right.

This hurts. This hurts so much.

I gulp, holding back my emotions.

"You can give life a chance, you can give love a chance, you must give your heart a chance," he sighs.

"My heart died with him," I reply coldly, my voice a little shaky.

He stays silent, not replying for a while, gazing at the sand this time.

There's only the sound of our breaths, the ocean water, and wind. All the loud noises of the students blur.

"And mine beats for you," he replies, completely turning towards me, his hand cupping my jaw.

I could feel my heart beating in my ear.

The thudding noise loud as hell.

"There are two most beautiful feelings in the world: 1. loving someone without having them love you back. 2. loving yourself even when it's the hardest thing for you to do." He breathes on my face while staring into me as I reciprocate the staring contest.

"I want you to do number 2: love yourself and your life because he's gone and never returning. You can't dedicate your life to his death." He moves closer to my face, our breaths mingling.

I could feel his fresh lemony breath hitting my nostrils.

"Only you know why you killed him—" I cut him off.

"You want to hand me over to the cops, don't you?" I ask as finally a tear escapes my eye.

"Never. I would rather take the blame on my name than let anyone harm a hair of yours," he growls at my face.

"Then you're saying all of this for me to fall for you, aren't you?" I ask while staring at him through tears.

His grip on my jaw tightens.

"I don't want you to reciprocate the feelings forcefully. I can dedicate my whole life to just worship your existence and love the hell out of you. Even if all of it is just one-sided," he growls, his tone malicious and firm.

"I don't want this from you, I don't want your love, I don't want anything from you, Hamdan," tears rolling down my eyes as I choke on my words.

"If I want to, I will give you all of me! And no one stops me from that, no fucking person  stops me from loving you." His eyes moving all over my face as if he is memorizing my features.

"I will never love you, never," I hold his hand which was gripping my jaw tightly.

"Never say never, hayati," he smirks before detaching his hand from my jaw.

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I entered my room, changed into my pajamas, and walked towards the bed while combing my hair with my cream-colored brush.

"This island is so beautiful," Fahee says while removing her jewelry, standing at the dresser.

"I know, right? It is," I walk towards the bed and grab my phone from beside the lamp.

"Who were you with all the time after dinner?" With furrowed brows, Fahee questioned, and for a second, I froze.

"I was eating churros, sitting alone in front of the bonfire," I hesitatingly replied.

She looked at me strangely as if she knows something's fishy.

"And the churros were so scrumptious," I try diverting the subject, but she still gazes at me with a frown on her face.

"Wow! I love that dark red lipstick shade you've applied, which lipstick is that?" I point at her lips from afar trying to change the subject completely.

"oh, it's this one!" She showed me the lipstick with a smile on her face, and I made an excited expression.

"it's actually so pretty," I compliment.

"I love this shade so much," she giggles while shoving the lipstick inside her coat pocket.

She then wipes off her makeup, undoes her hair, and enters the washroom to freshen up and change, while I roll on the bed, relaxing my body. After 10 to 15 minutes, Fahee returns in her pajamas and plops on the bed beside me.

She turns the air conditioner up and rolls to my side, hugging my waist. "I never thought islands would be so fun," she says while closing her eyes.

"It's so peaceful, isn't it?" I replied with a small smile, remembering the glimpses of the beaches I took.

"I know, right?" she looks at the ceiling now.

"Even the food was so good," she exclaimed with utter excitement.

I was about to agree with her words when her phone buzzed, and she got up from the bed to answer it. Her face turned pale and concerned as she received the call.

"What's wrong?" I mouthed, and she showed me her palm, asking me to wait, and she nodded on the call before ending it.

"Two students are harmed, I don't know how, but the principal is calling me along with some other professors to do the first aid," she informs, making my jaw drop.

"What just happened?"

"I have to go, I'll be back! I'll lock the room from outside, you can sleep because I don't know when I'll return," she informs while rushing towards the couch.

She grabs her coat, wears it above her pajamas, and walks out, asking me to sleep.

My stomach churns with anxiety. What's happening with our students constantly?

Negative thoughts getting the best of me, so I grabbed my phone and started scrolling on Instagram when a message popped up on my screen.

Hamdan : "Did my Hayati sleep?"

Me : "What do you want, asshole?"

I groan in frustration as this person has become my worst nightmare, annoying the crap out of me and also making my heart beat like crazy.

Hamdan : "Turn off the lights and sleep."

Me : "It's not your business how I sleep."

Wait, what? How does he know that the lights in my room are still on?

I was about to type it when his reply came.

Hamdan : "How you sleep is definitely my business since I'm the only one you should be sleeping with." wink emoji

Me : "Sorry, I was about to gag at your words."

Hamdan : "Gag only when I choke you on my dick."

Me : "I'm going to block you, bastard."

Hamdan : "You won't, I know that."

confident much.

Me : "Then mighty Mr. Waseem, you do me the favor."

I roll my eyes while typing.

Hamdan : "The only thing I will block is your cunt with my cock, got it?"

For goodness' sake, why did my blood rush to my neck and flush my cheeks at his ever so disgusting talks? I think I need help since I'm getting accustomed to his shit-talking.

I was about to type something when a loud voice made me flinch. My whole body shook for a second before my gaze fell towards where the noise came from. It's the balcony.

I stood up from the bed, my stomach churning, and walked towards the balcony with slow steps, not before I sent Hamdan a text.

Me: I heard a noise.

I don't know why I did that, but I felt the bad urge to inform him about it.

As I entered the balcony, there was a chair fallen upside down. I picked it up and sighed in relief. Maybe some cat or bird might have bumped into it.

But my relieved thoughts shattered when my gaze fell on the glass door of the balcony.

"No more days to your tragedy, since I'm here to kill you, Rania Syed."

Bold words written with red paint or something on the huge glass door on the balcony shook my limbs.

My ribs tightened around my chest, constricting me from breathing, my eyes widening. My whole body trembled and shook as the cold wind from outside hit me.

It's a death threat. But.

Who? Who wants to kill me?

Terror enveloped me, my whole body trembled as I lost my balance, falling to the ground. My hand met something as my shaky hands picked it up.

My eyes widened and my heart falls in the pit of my stomach as I look at what it is.

A red lipstick.

It's fahee's.

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