Wanna hate you

Chapter 3

"How’s it?" Poor Wanizay was near to cry. Zain laughed again. Wanizay angrily slapped him twice on the shoulder.

"Get out of here. I would not let you eat a single bite now." She picked up the plate. Zain quickly grabbed the plate.

"Hey, hey, don't be angry. I swear it's such a delicious dish. I will eat this whole. Kindly have some pity on me. I'm your guest." He said in a pleading tone and Wanizay let him eat.

"Wow. Wow. It's a wonderful dish. If you take part in a competition, believe me you will got first position." Zain took a bite and said, Wanizay was even happier.

"No. I can never take part in a competition," She mumbled.

"Why?" Zain was surprised.

"I am afraid that I will fail and it will discourage me" She told him. He shook his head

" There are so many people who take part in competitions. Only one of them wins and everyone else is left behind. That doesn't mean they all did bad. You lack confidence, that's why you don't want to compete. And you are afraid of the judge's remarks that they may say something bad about your dish. If a judge wouldn't check your dish and tell you how you can improve your dishes then how you would become a perfect chef ” He explained gently to Wanizay. She agreed to him but remained silent.

"Okay, let me be your judge first. Whatever dish you cook, let me taste it." Zain said and Wanizay laughed.

"Are you saying this for your benefit or mine?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Of course yours." Zain said.

"Okay, if you do one thing for me then I will get you every dish.of mine" Wanizay said.

"Hmm." He nodded.

"I have recipes for some dishes but I can't find their ingredients in the market. You have to bring them to me." Wanizay said.

"Done. Give me the list. I'll bring everything. But in return I will eat all your hand made dishes." Zain agreed. She smiled.

"I will make you the list by tomorrow," Wanizay said happily.

… … … ..

Aasim was standing on the terrace. His eyes were on Hijab. She was walking on the lawn, talking to someone on the phone. She was smiling. Aasim was lost in her smile

"Are you staring at hijab?" At Liana’s voice, he came to his senses and looked at Liana. She was looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"How are you here?" Aasim changed the topic. Liana smiled.

"I was going to wanizey's room but i came here to see you, I think you are busy. I have really disturbed you," Liana said sarcastically.

"Oh no. There's nothing like that" Aasim was embarrassed.

"Then why were you looking at Hijab?" Liana asked. Aasim looked down. Hijab had left the lawn, the whole scene seemed dark to him.

"Do you like her? She is beautiful, educated and above all she is your cousin." Liana asked with a chuckle.

"If I say yes?" Aasim raised his eyebrows. Liana felt a needle piercing her heart..

"Then best of luck," Liana said, controlling her facial expressions.

"Thank you." Aasim smiled

"Did you tell her that?" Liana asked.

" not yet." Aasim remembered how arrogantly Hijab talked to him last time. He became sad.

"Hey, tell her as soon as possible. How long will you gonna hide it? When she will start liking someone else?" Liana provoked him. Aasim felt severe anxiety. He couldn't bear that. He had to tell Hijab as soon as possible that how much he loved her. Hijab had to be his no matter what. Aasim was thinking seriously.

… … … …

Hijab and Wanizay was talking when Zain came to them.

"Hi girls. What's going on?" He asked both of them but his eyes were on Wanizay. Wanizay smiled slightly.

"Nothing. We were talking about shopping. Now, you tell me, have buy gift for my birthday party?"

"No. You can do it for me" Zain said mischievously. Hijab glared at him.

"Don't be angry. I was kidding. He raised his hands.

"Zain, !" Wanizay gave a slip to Zain. Hijab opened her mouth like a fool and looked at them both in surprise.

"Hey, what's going on here and I don't even know. What kind of letter are you giving to my brother in front of me?" Hijab snatched the paper from Zain's hand. Zain took a deep breath and shook his head, while Wanizay was embarrassed.

"What is this? Origano kosher salt, mozzarella, Shredder cheese?" Hijab was expecting a love letter.

"It's not a love letter. It's a list of ingredients. I have to bring it." Zain pulled the page back. Hijab nodded his head first and then looked at him in shock.

"But why are you bringing these ingredients?" Hijab said.

"Because in return, She will give me her hand made dishes to eat." Zain said.

“Wanizay, I want to eat your dishes too." Hijab said, making a cute face. Aasim amused by her expressions. He just arrived and stopped at a distance to see her.

"No, she would not give it to anyone except me. Am I right Wanizay?" He asked her. Wanizay looked at both of them in confusion.

"Wanizay, I did your shopping." Hijab reminded her.

"Okay, but you will not make fun of my cooking?" Wanizay agreed. Hijab shook her head like a child. Wanizay smiled.

… … … …

Hijab picked up the call as she entered the room, But she had to cut it as she heard the sound of footsteps. She turned around. Aasim was standing in the doorframe. She frowned in disgust.

"Don't you have manners. You should take permission before entering someone’s room." she said angrily.

"I'm standing outside the door. Can I come in?" Aasim ignored her anger.

"No." Hijab said with narrow eyes.

"Why?" He came in. Hijab glowered at him.

"Why came you here?" She asked with annoyance.

"I need to talk to you." He stood close to her.

"What?" She asked in confusion. Aasim looked into her eyes and leaned over her face slightly.

"I love you." he whispered in a heavy voice. Hijab's eyes widened in surprise.