Chapter 6 Chapter 6

Amaan's POV.

"But....who...who complained against me?" I asked. My heart is frozen. I can't believe this. What I did that made someone to complain about me directly to the principal.

I stood beside him with shocked expression. The principal also is looking quite surprised.

"Amaan, I know you from ago. And I know that you are a very good man. But I'm so really sorry that for my University's reputation, you have to leave." He spoke and sat on the chair, gulping a glass of juice.

I nodded and showed a helpless face.

Well, it's not like I'm in need of a job or money. If I want, I can join my family business too, and now also I've too, I guess.

"Mm sir, when to leave?"

"You know, it's 24th day of this month. So...before 30th." He said and I replied ok in a whisper.

Running my fingers through my beard, I stepped out of his office. Looking at my wrist watch, I realized that I was getting late for my class. So I ran over there and also saw Hania running with me to the class.

"Woah! Moody Hazel Eyes is also late?" She asked with a funny expression.

If I leave, will I meet her ever again?

"Hellooo? Assalamu Alaikum." Saying so she entered inside the class and took her sit. I also stepped in and started taking my lessons.

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"Haaaniyaaaaa.... Again you are here?" I ran to her and stood in front of her. She didn't reply and most surprising is that....She has tears in her eyes.

The happiness that I had in my heart noticing her here, vanished in no second seeing her sad and in tears.

Immediately she wiped the drops of tears from her cheek and strongly gave me a smile.

"Haweeee you came? You knew that I would be here?" She asked trying her best to smile. But her eyes are still wet and swollen. I gave her a weak smile and started walking with her.

"Were...you crying?" I asked looking straight at her eyes. She rolled her eyes and slapped on her head.

"I was reading a story in Wattpad, and so...mmm..hehe." She showed me her phone and moved her face from my side. But I know, it's not the matter.

But how can she even hide her emotions so perfectly.

"It's just been 2 months since we met. And nor we are in contact. But yet I know you quite well." I said while she is busy with her phone.

"I'm missing my parents a lot. You know, I'm not at all a person who can stay alone after breaking down. I have no one. My parents had love marriage and so we had no relatives too."

"How...how they died?"

"They were on their way to London. Mm...by plane accident..they..."

She isn't crying, but her words are stuck on her throat. Unlike all others, she's giving a pure smile while sharing with me about that.

"Hania...Then how are you managing all in London?"

"You know I told, I stay with a friend of mine."

"But she also doesn't do any job, then?"

"Abbu was a rich business man, so I got his wealth....." She said and took a long breath. I want to hold her hand, I want to know, how she's hiding her pain and living her life.

"Did you really have no one?...to support you?"

"Mm few days back I met with Abbu's best friend. I was very close with them as they would visit us a lot. Uncle said that he tried to contact with me a lot. Even that day he wanted to take me with him...but I didn't want to be a burden on him. When he asked for my number, I gave him a wrong number...I don't know, what I did.... I just want to manage all by myself."

She explained and I kept listening to her.

"Hmm..." I don't know what to reply. So chose to keep quite.

"Amaan Sir you live with your family?" She suddenly asked looking at me.

"Yeah. I...I can't stay away from my parents and siblings for even a single day..." I said with a blessed smile. She nodded.

"Awwe... I don't even have siblings , huh my head that I only have."

"And also your tongue that you have." I said to make her smile. She looked at me with rolled eyes. I didn't realize that I winked at her.

"Huh. And you know what? Only a brain, that you don't have. Hahahahaha."

Her smile! Her laughter!

"Subahan Allah .."

"You...you know what, you are really cute." I said but she didn't give attention to my words and continued laughing.

"Anyways, that day who were they with you?"

"My best friend and my younger brother." I replied.

We kept walking without choosing to chat.

Suddenly I remembered that I have to leave Uni... I have no problem but... I'll miss her.

I don't want to tell her. And it will be good, we won't be able to talk with each other. Forgetting is better. She's just a story in my life.

But will she search for me?

Oohh Hania...you are making me crazy.

Shall I ask for her number?

No no no. Eeehhh Astagfirullah, what am I thinking.

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Hania's POV.

Amaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!

You lierrr.. you didn't even tell mee for once that you will be leaving. Cheater cheater. Cheeeeeeee. It's been one month since you left me but yet I can't throw you away from my mind. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Every night for 6 days we met, and...mmm you could at least ask for my number nah?. How can youuuuuuu. Allah!!!! Bloody Amaan, my foottttt. Why am I missing you. You were nothing to me, yet. I won't meet with you ever again. But I want to see you.... Allah....

"A.A.P.I are you listening to me????"

Kinza shook my arms very hardly, I felt pain but looked at her with questioning eyes. She is tensed and tired.

"Huh?"

"The owner of this house came. I don't know why he's getting mad for the rent. Can you go?"

"But it's 26th day of this month. And I didn't even take money out from bank....not I have now in hand." I said and got up from my bed.

"Huh as if we don't know. He got someone better than us and so taking attempts to throw us from his house." She spoke while walking. I went there as soon as I can walk.

Opening the door, I stepped out of my home and saw him sitting in a chair on garden.

"Uncle? What's wrong?"

"Listen I need my rent as soon as possible, so of you can't give now, I'm sorry to say that you have to leave." He spoke non stop. Making my eyes rolled, I looked at him with a little anger.

Bloody owner. What does he think of himself? Can't he even respect us?

"Uncle, but there's a time to pay rent right? And you know, I need to go to bank and then give. I'll pay your rent by tomorrow." I said but he looked at me with irritation.

"I want that right now."

"Ohhh hello??? Are you bankrupted? Why are you talking like this? And what do you........." Kinza stepped toward him pointing her index finger to him. I pulled her to me to make her relaxed.

Allah this girl is always on fire!

"Excuse me? Are you forgetting that I have deducted half of your rent only because you both are helpless? And now you are being rude with me?" He spoke. Filthy mind.... Aarrghhh.

"Uncle please calm down. Ok ok, at night I'll come to your house for that. Please don't react like that."

"Areeeee Appi I'm telling you nah, he got someone else. You don't......"

"Ohhh shut up you bloody mannerless girl. Now I'll make sure that you both will leave my house right away, but not before giving my money."

What! Strange. How can he say so?

Where....will I live? It's so hard to even get a good house....Allah please...

"And she won't even stay here for a second now."

I heard a manly voice coming from outside. Who ....

"Excuse me?" The owner turned to him.

"How much they need to pay you?" He asked. The owner looked at me for a second and turned back to him.

"Ohh why even I'm asking. Take ." He gave him many many notes of money. I am literally shocked. How he knows that it's my house?

"Aapi...who's he?" Kinza asked me pulling my hand.

"Now you leave. And within 10 mins they will leave too. Thank you." He said to the owner and so, showing arrogance, the owner left.

"Hania....." He started to take steps toward me. I didn't realize that when my eyes became teary.

"I'm really sorry, for leaving you alone. I....I....come with me."

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