𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚HAMDAN'S POV :

It's funny how death can bring you closer to someone who once hated you. Rania hugged me before the release of GTA 6.

It's been 3 days since we returned from the island and 2 days since I started taking online classes for my math students.

Why, you ask? It's because the university closed down after the students witnessed Marcus's death, and investigations are ongoing since the head department reported the incident at our university.

So, we have a break for a month or maybe more. And it's not just any break, as we have to continue classes online.

"Bye students," I say as I switch off my phone's camera and put the books away.

Oh, the things I have to do for my hayati.

I change out of the formal shirt I wore for classes and put on a muscle tank T-shirt. Then, I head to the kitchen to prepare brunch since it's 12:40 pm.

I walk towards my fridge and grab some bread, and that's when my bell rang. I place the bread on the counter and walk to check on the door.

I open the door, revealing Rania dressed in a cream dress that reaches her knees, adorned with golden jewelry on her wrists and neck.

Her shiny hair flows down her back, her captivating grey eyes meeting mine.

"Hi," she whispers while waving her hands slowly at me. I gaze—stare at her from head to toe before she clears her throat at me. I shake my head, wondering why I was zoning out.

"Hey," I wave back at her, not knowing what to say.

"Are you free right now?" she asks, her hands tied behind her back as she looks at me with glistening eyes that captivate me.

"Are you planning to buy me or something?" I tease, and she rolls her eyes, mumbling a 'eww, lame' under her breath.

"For you, yes, yes I am," I reply instantly, and I can see her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"Let's have lunch together at some restaurant then," she suggests while biting her lips, looking everywhere but at me.

"you are asking me for a date?" My eyes widened, and Rania's followed suit.

"what? No, no," she shook her head and waved her hand indicating no.

"It's fine then, I don't mind since I was already preparing a sandwich for myself," I say nonchalantly as I turn around to enter the house.

"No, wait!" she affirms.

"did you call me?" I turn around, pretending to be clueless.

"I have made a decision, and I want you to tell me if it's nice or not, so can we speak at lunch?" she asks as I turn around, gazing at a hesitant Rania.

"Yea, sure! Come in," I offer, and she enters my apartment, discarding her sandals and gazing around at my place.

"Make yourself at home; I'll change and come," I reply casually, asking her to sit on one of the couches as I walk into my room to change into better clothes.

I grab my phone and jump on the bed, texting my mother-fucker best friends.

Me : She just indirectly asked me on a date.

Mehran : You're delusional.

Me : Like you at that time when Lamia happened eye roll emoji.

Mehran : Let me pretend I ain't read that sends a meme.

Me : Won't you say anything, @ArsalaanHussain?

Arsaalan : I'm wondering if she's got bad taste or if you've hypnotized her.

Mehran : Probably both.

Me : You guys are sick!

I slam my phone shut with a Cheshire grin and wear a plain black T-shirt with denim pants.

I walk out after spraying some perfume, wearing my watch, and shoes, making sure my hair is styled perfectly.

I walk out of the room towards the drawing room where Rania is seated elegantly, checking her phone.

"Let's go!" I grab my wallet and keys, and we walk out of the apartment.

"I know I'm Hamdan Waseem, and you couldn't resist but ask me out," I rub my nape as the drive starts.

"Your bubble of delusion will break soon, Mr. Waseem," she gazes outside the window, making my brows furrow, but I shrug it off and play some music.

"Do you watch movies?" I ask, trying to communicate with the grumpy lady beside me who herself offered me a date.

I think Mehran was right when he said I'm delusional.

Anyways who the fuck cares?

"I do," she replies shortly and coldly.

"How dry!" I affirm.

"My interest in you is worse," she smiles widely, a forced, stretched, mocking smile.

Wow!

This woman is insane.

Never have I ever met such a bipolar personality. One second she's sweet and nice, and the other she's grumpy and rude.

I wonder what will happen to me.

"Call me delusional or whatever; in my head, we are married," a small smirk playing on my lips.

"You ba—" I cut her off.

"I like action movies, to be precise. It's fun to watch, you know. Also, I guess your favorite movie genre must be thriller and murder mystery, is it?" I gaze at her while smirking.

Her face pales as if she froze, I could see her hands shaking and her visibly gulping.

"Want some water?" I ask, handing a bottle of water when I saw her wiping her sweat.

She snatches the bottle from me and chugs on it before rolling her eyes at me. "You're evil."

"You're more! And that makes me want to have you even more" I laugh as she glares at me.

" you need to stop acting like a retard or probably as if you're a mental patient who's surviving from ptsd that you keep acting like a maniac every other moment" she blankly replied while starting outside.

" I'm being like this after you just changed your mood like I don't believe someone can be this bipolar!" I grit sounding a little offended.

"I'm not being bipolar, you're the one who's the psychopath here who's being sick" she rolls her eyes before deciding not even look at me.

I stayed silent not wanting to argue more.

"Why on earth do you keep dragging my past into our normal convos?!" I let out an exasperated sigh.

"What in the world is wrong with you?" I whisper-yelled.

"You are a part of me, and I want to know every part of you, which includes your past! I tried to ignore it and mind my own business, but screw it!

Everything about you is all I should care about, whether it's your part of the present where I'll try my best to win you or the future where we are living happily with our own little family."

I stopped the car somewhere, and we walked out aggressively, standing near a bridge.

"Cut the crap! What I do is not your business. My past, my present, and my future shouldn't bother you! We are just friends and nothing more, and you should respect my boundary!" She crossed her arms around her chest as she screamed out in frustration.

I grabbed her arms and pinned her on the bridge's edge, my grip on her arm tightening.

"I'm not your friend! I think you should get this inside your thick skull! I am someone who worships your existence and will do it till I die," I gritted at her while peering into her soul.

She stared back at me, her jaw clenched, followed by mine. She glared at me with great intensity.

"Then I hope you die! At least I'll be free from your sick behavior," she spoke, tears streaming down her spellbinding grey eyes, her chin wobbling as her eyes turned red.

"If you hope for it so much, then kill me, just like you killed your fiancé whom you once loved!" I pressed my forehead against hers as she budged, trying to move away from me.

I could feel her lily scent messing up with me.

My eyes turned red, while her whole face was crimson and wet with unstoppable tears.

"For heaven's sake, stop! Stop reminding me of the things I buried in the past! Stop reminding me of the things I'm trying to heal from," she pushed me harshly, making my back hit the car.

I was taken aback when a mad Rania started lashing out on me, choking on her tears.

"Who are you to care if I kill Armaan or someone else did? It's none of your concern. Stay away from my business! And if you think you'll try filing a case or reporting me to the cops, do it! Do whatever you want because I'm done with you, Hamdan Waseem," she pointed her index finger at me, her nose flaring in anger.

Words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't say them. I felt as if I was mute.

"It was my fault. I thought you were a friend, a good one whom I could trust! I asked you to have lunch with me because I needed help, I needed a suggestion from you that I thought only you could give me, but I was wrong!" She hit my chest once, my eyes blinking multiple times.

She moved away took her steps back from me and turned around and was about to walk away. "Hayati!" I called out loud.

"Fuck you, Hamdan Waseem!" She turned around and screamed before walking away from my sight.

And shameless me couldn't even move my legs as if they were glued to the spot! My heart not beating as if I'm dead but still alive.

What just happened?

My heart sank.

Did I hurt her?

Or did she hurt me?

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