Winning her heart-Complete story

Her rejection

Hadi had secured a prestigious job at a prominent software company even before completing his graduation. His career was flourishing, and he faced no concerns in that aspect. Around this time, he had also come to realize that he was genuinely becoming attracted to Masooma. Her dressing, mannerisms, and speech all seemed to align with his ideal. Despite wearing traditional attire like a salwar suit, she appeared remarkably beautiful and appealing. What struck him even more was her impeccable character. He was the only man who had ever entered her life, and he had willingly embraced this commitment. His mother had never allowed any other man to cast even a glance her way. He, too, had never been involved in any kind of relationship. Although his handsome looks attracted many girls, they often ended up disappointed. He believed that all of this would hinder his career, and thanks to Rumaisa's upbringing, he was cautious around girls. He firmly believed that premarital relationships were wrong and disapproved of casual interactions with girls.

One evening, he decided to take Masooma for an outing. He went to her room, and without knocking on the door, he entered directly.

The walls were painted with soft lavender, and the bed was dressed in a luxurious white duvet and pillows. Soft pink big plush in front of the bed. The windows were closed and covered with long curtains. A dressing table with a large mirror sits in one corner of the room. On it, all sorts of makeup accessories were organized neatly. In front of it was an off-white buckle dressing table chair. An entire wall is filled with bookshelves, mostly filled with novels. Rumaisa loved to read novels, and she made sure that Masooma loved reading novels.

Masooma, who was studying, got shocked to see him suddenly enter. She thought Rumaisa had come. However, a frown appeared on her forehead.

'Nice room.' Hadi commented after looking around her room. Then he fixed his eyes on her. Her long hair was braided. She was wearing loose long kameez with loose pajamas.

Her scarf was lying on the bed. Masooma at first grabbed her scarf and wrapped it around herself.

She looked at Hadi. Her eyes were laced with surprise and indignation.

'What are you doing in my room?' she demanded.

Hadi, caught off guard by her outburst,was at a loss for words at first, but he quickly maintained his composure. He said confidently, casually shoving his hands inside his pants,My mistake. I was just looking for you.'

'Well, you could have knocked.' Masooma snapped. She'd crossed her hands tightly on her chest, and her eyes narrowed. 'Don't you know it's rude to just barge into someone's room without permission? Don't you have any manners?

Hadi was stunned to see the Masooma standing before him, radiating an aura of self-assurance that he had never witnessed before. He couldn't believe how much she had transformed over the years. The timid girl who would barely utter a word in his presence had blossomed into a woman who didn't hesitate to assert herself. He was happy to see such changes in her. Once again, he was proud of his choice. He was glad that, even this time, he chose what was better.

'I'm sorry.' he said, flashing his charming smile. Masooma, unfazed by his apology, bluntly asked,What do you want?'

Hadi, undeterred by her curt tone, plopped down on the edge of the bed and said, ' Let's go for an outing.'His tone was more commanding than inviting.

Masooma looked at him with confused eyes. 'An outing?' she echoed. Her brows furrowed. 'Why?'

Hadi shrugged as if it were an obvious suggestion, completely oblivious to Masooma's apprehension.

'Why not? It's a nice day, and we could use a break from routine.'

Masooma remained silent.

'What happened? What are you waiting for? Hurry up. Get ready.'

Masooma's face hardened. 'Look, I don't want to go anywhere with you. You can go now.' Masooma answered. Her voice was firm and unwavering. She got back to what she was doing before.

Masooma's abrupt refusal and dismissive tone stung Hadi's pride, igniting a spark of anger within him. He strode towards her, his movements fueled by his frustration. Without a word of warning, he seized her arms, pulling her to her feet. Hadi's sudden change in demeanor caught Masooma off guard. His harsh tone and imposing presence sent a jolt of fear through her veins. Her eyes widened in alarm as he grabbed her arm, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. 'Who do you think you're talking to? 'he inquired. His eyes narrowed.

Masooma's breath caught in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Hadi could see the terror in her eyes. He didn't mean to scare her, but his ego was hurt by her reckless behavior. Noticing her distress, he loosened his grip, but his voice remained cold and commanding. "There's nothing to cry for," he snapped, not wanting to admit his mistake. 'Why are you crying?'Masooma remained silent, tears streaming down her face. No one had ever talked to her like this. No one. But he dared to do so. Hadi's impatience grew. 'Come on,' he ordered, his voice laced with authority. 'Get ready now.' He didn't want to ruin his mood. To his surprise, Masooma didn't reply to him. Rather, she bolted out of her room.

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