Fairy's Fatal Affair

"Hamza... Hamza ". Huma was chasing him from the main gate of College but he was in his own world probably or may be Sana was far behind. She ran toward him and jerked him pulled his bag. He stumbled "hey... Huma, what happened?". "Nothing.. I... Actually needed your help in doing my assignment" She said nervously walking through corridor. "Huh! I don't know how to do I made Sana write it" he chuckled softly. "Ahem .. you guys Dating ? Right?!" Huma smirked. "No way ... How can you think like that? I and Sana ! Never". Hamza kept walking fastly and Huma still following him. "But then why she does all your works?" She asked as her curiosity was rising up. "She just help me cause she want. That is not a point of dating. Moreover I and Sana are no pair don't make..." as he was explaining Huma suddenly holded his arm tighlty Hamza flinched he could see her changing expressions with every second but why was she looking at the wall. She patting him nervously and telling that whatever you speak is written on walls. Every single word uttered by him was imprinted on the walls. Hamza looking at wall he got frightened as he thought someone chasing him and writing whatever he speaks but there wasn't anyone with him except Huma. And no one can write either because it was a rule. He was unconsciously hugging her and didn't know that they are being observed under many eyes including Sana. Sana was walking towards them because she wanted to make Every thing clear. "Hamza" she called his name and as he replied "yes" Huma was still observing the wall and there was "yes" on wall. "What's that behaviour? Huh." "What behaviour? What I did now?" He separated from Huma leaving her in shock but he almost forgot everything what happened earlier whatever Huma told him. "The painting. In lecture hall. How can you do that? You even care about anything? " she said in angry tone. " You made a painting of Me and you, and here you flirting with someone else. Take your assignment and bye" she slammed the assignment on him which she wrote for him and went away. "What? What painting are you talking about? Huh?" Hamza following her. Sana was gone and Huma now chasing Hamza asking him many questions and explaining how is she watching all the words being written on walls. They finally reached in the lecture hall about which Sana was talking. There was a great painting not on any canvas not with any colours used was on white board. It more likely looked as the Formica print. But how it happened within a day. The painting was just a moment between two lovers Hoseok and who? "Do you still love her" Huma broke the silence between them two. While Hamza was perplexed and couldn't answer. "Everyone says that you only loved Jaima and you still believe that she is alive. Is it true?" Huma enquired. "All I know is she was with me during last month. She disappeared after that" He replied. ________________________ Few days earlier... Sana was walking toward main building along with Maira when she felt someone hit on her leg making her stumble eventually she fell down in puddle formed on walkway. Muddy water splashed on her. She clearly could hear laughs all around even Maira was laughing and didn't give her a hand to stand up. She stood up and talked to Kiran. "Why did you hit me? Huh? " "I didn't " Kiran rolled her eyes "You must learn how to walk through puddles". Laughs. The situation and the reply really pissed her she turned to look at Maira who pressed her lips to control her laugh. Damn, no one is loyal to her. Even her bestie is laughing on her despite helping her in this situation she quickly ran toward restroom for clean up. "Why did you hit her?" Maira inquired. "I didn't" The same reply from Kiran. "Anyways, I'll see you in class" Maira waved at them and walked away. _________________________ Hamza was sitting in cafe using phone while waiting for his order probably. Meanwhile Huma put her belongings on the table "Are you into Sana?" She asked with curiosity. "No" was the only word she could hear. "Then why you guys hang out too much. I mean I am not jealous I just wanna know if you dating her or you like her" she stopped for a moment but he didn't spoke. " It's been a year after all. You should move on and see other girls" She explained her point of view. "So that when Jaima will be back you can fill her ears" Hamza gave her a stare. "Tsk tsk. For god sake Hamza. She is dead and ain't gonna come back". Huma sighed. She knew that it will be useless to talk to him but she was helpless as well. She wanted to keep her promise with her friend that she will help Hamza to move on. But Hamza was such a crackhead who wasn't ready to accept the fact that Jaima died a year ago. All he said was that Jaima got disappeared before a month. He even reported in police station. But police show him copy of her death certificate all time. He visited her family and they denied to recognize him but he remembered that he had lunch there with Jaima and was partially approved as their future son in law. He remembered the trip. Literally everything. And now he was confirmed living in delusion by the psychologists. "She just got disappeared. I know she is here with me playing hide and seek and she will be back" He replied with low tone. " Why don't you accept the fact?" Huma asked furiosly. "Huma... we didn't texted cause she don't like it but we wrote letters to each other I have some now I can show you" he tugged out some papers out of his bag. She took letters from him. It wasn't simple typed print but handwritten in cursive. But Jaima's hand writing wasn't beautiful. She wasn't good enough academically. All she wanted was to just play play and play different sports and no doubt she was an exceptional in this field. She was expert in martial arts , cricket, badminton and volley ball. Beside this she was a good racer as well. It was really hard to beat her. Because of this many other girls had some rivalry with her. And she knew always how to deal with someone. She only knew how to threat someone and how to make others follow her orders. She was a punk. But here the letters written by her are entirely opposite. There is no reference to any sport or bullying activity but just about books and books. She isn't Jaima. Huma took out a deep breath " I guess someone is playing with you. This is not Jaima. " " I knew it you will not believe me thats why I wasn't telling you." Hamza responded. Leaving her im disbelief "Do you remember what had happened in Naran?" . "Yes you and I had too much fun and I fell in .." Huma was explaining while Hamza cut her " Why you and me? What were you doing with me huh? leaving your boyfriend all alone he is always jealous of me cause you spend most of your time with me. Why? Why you always come to me while Lisa isn't here? " "So you mean If I was with you Jaima was there too" She countered. "Yes! That's what I am telling you she was always there with you and you being a third wheeler never let us having a moment of privacy". "Duh. I am going I know now that If I'd stay here longer you will say after few days that You, me and Jaima had a good time together". She was speaking faslty, she took her bag and walked away hurriedly. Hamza is either living in delusion or he has been possessed by some evil spirit. She shrugged. I never saw such a beautiful Writing either. Who could she be? Huma thought. __________________ Sana was taking notes in class her pen fell down. As she bent down to pick it when she again started to write all words were disappeared. She was shocked by the sudden change and nervously started looking around. She thought may be someone again annoying her. The professor examining her actions told her to stand up and go out of class. This time too she heard laughs which were not enough loud to be heared by all including professor but still they were loud for her. She felt that if this were a plan by all her minions to disgrace her. She was sitting on a bench in lawn. A pen caught her sight laying in grass. It's mine but how did it came here. She thought when a paper was slammed on her face but there was no one around her. That was her paper. She was writing on it. How come her pen and paper swayed here. She turned her face up where she could see the windows of her classroom on fourth floor. That was impossible for anything to fell from there here in this far away lawn.