I love you too my fiesty lady
1001 Words
Third person's pov:
She was trying to sleep but it looked like sleep was far away from her.
Finally getting tired of her failed attempts of sleeping she stood up.
She walked towards the mirror and looked at her reflection.
She removed her hair from her neck. Her neck was covered with purple bruises.
Tears started to fall from her eyes. She touched those bruises.
She felt disgusting.
She felt filthy.
She blamed herself.
It was all her fault. It was her fault that he harassed her. It was her fault that she couldn't save herself from him. It was all her fault.
She was a courageous woman. Never in her life, she thought she would find herself so weak, so vulnerable.
But she didn't lose hope.
"Enough is enough. I am not his puppet. He has no right to touch me and I am not going to tolerate it anymore."
He needed to stop his moronic activities. For this, she needed to take a step.
She picked her phone and unblocked his number and she dialed it.
He received the call.
"Am I dreaming? How come my feisty queen called me today?"
She heard his rigid voice which was reflecting his excitement.
Ayan was baffled to see Hena's name on the screen. He never expected to see it. After all, she always tried to ignore him or found ways to escape from him.
But he was curious to know what was going in her mind.
"We need to talk," she said. Her tone was bitter. She was suppressing her hatred.
"I missed your voice. You know what, your voice is like a melody which makes me infatuated," he said and leaned towards the window.
Such a disgusting man...He isn't even regretted what he did today.
She thought.
"I want to meet you."
"What.....?"
He was beyond shock. He never expected that.
But he composed himself and said, "So, someone is missing me. Isn't it?"
He was teasing her. He always loves to tease her.
"Meet me at the avenue park "
"Should I consider it as a date?"
"At 10"
"As you haven't replied yet, I think I should consider it as a date. I can't wait to meet you, love."
She disconnected the call and unblocked his number again.
Rude...still love her...
He said and started to whistling his favorite tone.
⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕⭕
He was already there waiting for her. He was excited and curious at the same time.
He was curious to know what she was thinking. He never expected her this Kind of attitude after what he had done yesterday. He was expecting her rude behavior.
Her feisty nature.
This time she was calm. She wasn't showing any anger, hatred, or anything.
It could be the silence before the storm.
But he wasn't afraid of the storm. Rather, he would take it as a challenge. He always did.
He smirked when he saw her arrive.
She was wearing a simple Salwar suit with her regular hijab. She didn't put any effort to look wonderful. Still, he found her pretty.
On the other hand, Ayan was wearing a white shirt with a black waistcoat making him looking extremely handsome.
His hair was set perfectly.
Some girls were already gawking at him. But he was dissatisfied because his charm didn't work on the girl whom he wanted.
Sighing he stepped in front of her.
"You are looking extremely beautiful." he complimented looking at her from head to toe.
She rolled her eyes and said, "I haven't called you here to listen to your nonsense. I am here to alert you that I am not going to tolerate your nonsense anymore. What you did yesterday was disgusting......"
"May I ask what I did?"
"Don't try to act innocent with me. I was so wrong about you.
I always thought you as a good human being. But you.....
You turned to be a devil.
If you don't mend your ways, I will talk to my uncle. I will tell him about your reality. So, stay away from me. She threatened him.
"What if I don't?" he gave her a playful smirk
"I will tell everyone how disgusting you are."
"Then go and tell. Because I don't care. You know what, it will make everything easier for me. I don't have to pretend anymore. And, you know I always get what I want by hooked or by crooked."
"You...you.." she wasn't finding and words. She never thought he would be so twerp.
"Handsome, sexy, amazing!" he laughed.
She nodded her head in utter disgust and turned to go.
"Where do you think you are going?" he asked holding her hand. His tone was dominating and it sent a chill to her spine.
"What are you doing? Everyone is watching."
But he dragged her to a nook.
"You have said enough. Now, it's my turn."Suddenly his facial expression changed. It was showing anger.
"You don't love me...Right?" he asked still holding her hand tightly.
"Why would I?"
"Just answer me."
"No, I don't love you. Do you get it?"
"Do you love me?" he asked again.
"I said no...I hate you."
He took out a knife and put it on his wrist.
"You don't love me, haan"
Hena was shocked.
"Ayan, What are you doing?"
She wanted to snatch his knife but he stepped back.
"Stop and say you love me."
"Ayan, have you gone crazy?"
"Yes, I have." he cut his hand. Blood started to flow but he was smiling.
"I love you so much that I don't care about this pain. It's easy to handle. But I can't handle your refusal. Say you love me."
"Ayan..."
He made another cut on his hand."You hate me. Then you must enjoy watching me in pain. But I am not getting why you are crying."
"Ayan...sto...pp"
He added another cut.
"Say you love me otherwise,..."
He threatened her. She was scared to see his Kind of behavior. She was bewildered.
"Say...Hena."
But she forgot to speak. She couldn't concentrate on anything except for the blood that was coming from his wound.
"Maybe you want me to die."
This time he held the knife in his wrist.
"Stop...I love you." She said and fall on her knees. She couldn't stand anymore.
And he became happy for his victory. He knew this would work on her.
He settled himself in front of her and said, "I love you too my fiesty queen."
- Writer
