Hey guys!

Just a little update:

from today onwards, I'll be starting to write the second couple's story in my book. So, if you don't vibe with it, let me know!

Once I wrap up Irfaz and Izel's story, I'll introduce this second couple's love story.

If it doesn't go over well, I might publish a separate book just for them instead.

Your feedback means a lot, so please respond to this message!

Kindly reply to this text, warna mein book unpublish kar rahi hoon! 😜

Nahi toh, get ready for trauma and taruma with a sad, broken ending. 😈

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SANA'S POV

I sighed. "I was driving, and out of nowhere, this guy just showed up. I tried to swerve to avoid him but still ended up hitting him. It wasn't even that fast, lekin pata nahi kyun police wale bhi aa gaya." (but I don't know why the police had to come too.)

FLASHBACK TO THE MORNING

"Hayee sukoon, itni life mein." (Ah, the peace in life.) 

I murmured to myself as I got ready for work. 

"Sach mein, yeh Izel chudail agar office na aaye toh life kitni set lag rahi hai." (Honestly, if that witch Izel doesn't show up at work, life feels so perfect!) I said, smiling at my reflection in the mirror. 

After getting ready, I went to make my morning coffee life ka fuel daalna bhi toh zaroori hai. (Gotta fuel myself up to get through life.)

Sitting down with my coffee, I opened Instagram, only to see tons of reels Izel had sent obviously food videos, max khane ki hoti hain iski reels. (her reels are always about food.)

"Kal itna mast raat gaya Izel aur Irfaz ki dholki pe, maza aa gaya nach nach ke, pair mein dard ho gayi hai." (Last night was amazing at Izel and Irfaz's dholki, danced so much my feet hurt now.) I pouted, massaging my sore feet.

"Kal wale pictures post kar deti hoon." (Let me post yesterday's pictures.) I started sorting through the photos.

(REB: I'll post them on Instagram. If anyone's creating a fan account for Sana's character, let me know!)

I finished my coffee, grabbed my keys, locked the door, and headed to work.

"Izel nahi hai office mein ek hafte se toh kitni shanti hai. Warna iss chudail ko bas khana, sona, aur kaam aata hai." (It's been so peaceful since Izel's been out of the office for a week. Otherwise, all this witch does is eat, sleep, and work.) I mumbled to myself while driving. 

"Yeh aurat poori raat kaam kar sakti hai bina soche, aur agar soyi toh log uske janaze ki tayyari karne lagenge." (She can work all night without sleep, and if she does sleep, people would start preparing for her funeral!) I sighed. 

"Kher, jo bhi ho, I'm actually missing her in the office not for her face, but for her food. Chudail kya mast khana banati hai. Even sab employees Ramzan ki iftar parties aur Eid ke after-parties ka intezaar karte hain just because she cooks for them." (She makes such amazing food. Even the employees look forward to Ramadan iftar parties and after-Eid celebrations just because she's been cooking for them for three years.)

And now, I've grown so used to it that since joining the office, she's been bringing me lunch daily and we have dinner together too. But pata nahi woh din waapis aayenge ya nahi? (But I don't know if those days will ever come back.) 

Just showing up at her place unannounced, calling her every morning to annoy her. I'll miss such a pure friendship. We were everything to each other. I just hope she finds happiness, stays away from her toxic family, and never looks back.

Just as I finished my trip down memory lane, one idiot decided to cross the road, and I ended up hitting him with my car hood. The whole road was empty, but still iss bande ko meri gaadi ke saamne marna tha! (this guy just had to get in front of my car!)

I stepped out of my car to check on him.

"Hey! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"Gadi chalana aata nahi toh sadak mein kyun aate ho?" (If you don't know how to drive, then why come out on the road?)

"Excuse me, Mr. 'Main-Toh-Sab-Kuch-Janta-Hoon,' but I actually know how to drive," I said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.

He smirked, clearly unimpressed. "Oh really? Then why were you sprawled across the road like some tragic movie heroine?"

I glared at him. "I wasn't sprawled! You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Right. Sure," he replied, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Maybe next time, don't drive like it's a race track."

And here I am, just out of luck.

"Now help me take me to the hospital," he said, extending his hand for support.

"Huhhh! Are you even hurt?" I asked, raising my brow.

"I sprained my ankle."

I rolled my eyes at him, crossing my arms as he stood there waiting for my help. 

"Sprained ankle aur attitude? Wah bhai, kya combo hai!" (A sprained ankle and an attitude? Wow, what a combo!) 

But he didn't even blink, still extending his hand, clearly expecting me to help.

"Fine," I sighed, giving in and helping him to the passenger side of my car. "Par agar koi drama kiya na, seedha hospital ki jagah garbage dump mein phenk doongi!" (But if you try any drama, I'll dump you in a trash bin instead of taking you to the hospital!)

As he settled in, I started driving, keeping my focus on the road. "So, tum ho kaun jo beech sadak mein tapak gaye?" (So, who exactly are you to just appear out of nowhere in the middle of the road?)

He gave a smirk, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, toh ab tumhe mere baare mein interest aa gaya?" (Oh, so now you're interested in knowing about me?) 

He leaned back, clearly enjoying himself.

"Nahi, bas tumhare naam se police ko report karne ke liye pooch rahi hoon." (No, just asking so I can report your name to the police.)

I shot back, keeping my gaze ahead.

"Ouch, itna bhi rude hone ki zaroorat nahi hai." (Ouch, no need to be so rude.) He chuckled, which only irritated me further. "By the way, I'm Ahaan, Ahaan Malik."

"Okay, Mr Ahaan," I replied, still trying to figure him out. "Yeh sabkuch tumhari wajah se hua hai, you know." (You know, all this is your fault.)

He raised an eyebrow, trying to look innocent. 

"Meri wajah se? Tum itni distraction mein thi ke mujhe dekha hi nahi!" (My fault? You were so distracted that you didn't even see me!)

I glared at him. "Mujhe lagta hai tumhe ek dictionary aur manners ki book tumhare sar pe maarni chahiye. Kya pata, us kitab ke words tumhare brain mein ghus jaaye."
(I feel like I should just hit you on the head with a dictionary and a book on manners. Maybe the words will finally get through to your brain.)

He chuckled, completely unfazed by my irritation. 

"Oh, toh tumhe lagta hai mere brain mein kuch ghusne ki jagah hai?" (Oh, so you think there's room in my brain for something to actually sink in?)

I rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to hit him right then and there. "Haan, wahi toh problem hai. Tumhare jaise logon ka dimaag khud ki bakwas se hi bhar jaata hai." (Yes, that's exactly the problem. People like you fill their heads with their own nonsense.)

He leaned closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Waise, tum jo bhi keh rahi ho, tumhari aankhein toh kuch aur hi keh rahi hain." (By the way, whatever you're saying, your eyes are telling a different story.)

I scoffed, looking away. "Haan, woh keh rahi hain ke tum jaise pareshan karne wale se door rehna chahiye." (Yeah, they're saying I should stay far away from annoying people like you.)

He laughed again, clearly entertained by my irritation. "Achha, toh tumhe door jana hai?" (Oh, so you want to stay away?) His eyes sparkled with amusement. "Par kya pata, tum mujhe dobara hi mil jao." (But who knows, you might just run into me again.) "Waise, tum aise hi gussa hoti ho ya kuch special tha mere liye?" (By the way, are you always this angry, or was it just something special for me?) he asked with a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying himself.

I couldn't believe it. This was my morning? 

"Uff, tumhare badtameez hone mein koi kami nahi hai." (Ugh, you lack no talent in being obnoxious.) Ignoring him, I focused back on the road, hoping to get to the hospital quickly and get rid of him.

Finally, we reached the hospital, and I helped him out, giving one last glare before stepping back.

"Mujhe umeed hai ki tum yahan apne manners bhi seekh loge." (I hope you'll also learn some manners while you're here.)

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Hmm, Miss. For your kind information, yeh hospital hai, school ya ghar nahi, jo yahan manners seekh jaunga." (Hmm, Miss. For your kind information, this is a hospital, not a school or home, where I'm here to learn manners.)

I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes. "Haan, woh toh dikh hi raha hai," I muttered sarcastically. "Shayad tumhe manners seekhne ke liye phir kisi aur jagah bhejna padega." (Yes, I can clearly see that. Maybe I'll have to send you somewhere else to learn manners.)

"Miss, aap inke saath aayi hain?" the nurse interrupted us, looking at me expectantly. "Form fill kar dijiye aur payment bhi." (Miss, are you with him? Please fill out the form and handle the payment too.)

I blinked in surprise, turning to Ahaan with an incredulous expression. "Kya main tumhari personal assistant lagti hoon jo yeh sab karoon?" (Do I look like your personal assistant to do all this for you?)

Ahaan, clearly enjoying the situation, shrugged with a smug smile. 

"Ab tum hi toh meri savior ho aaj. Payment aur paperwork bhi tumhara hi responsibility hai, na?" (Well, you are my savior today. Handling the payment and paperwork is your responsibility too, right?)

I rolled my eyes, already regretting stopping to help him in the first place. 

"Fine," I muttered, grabbing the form from the nurse and filling it out quickly. 

Ignoring him, I finished the paperwork and handed it to the nurse, already planning my escape from this headache of a person.

As I was done with the paperwork, Ahaan was being treated in the emergency room. I thought I could finally escape this madness, but as I was about to leave, the nurse stopped me.

"The patient is calling you," she said, looking at me with a polite smile.

I frowned, already dreading the idea of having to deal with him again. "Kya ab mujhe yeh hospital ka tour bhi dikhana hoga?" (Now, do I have to give him a tour of the hospital too?)

The nurse didn't respond, just gestured for me to head to his room. With a heavy sigh, I walked toward the room, mentally preparing myself for whatever ridiculous thing Ahaan might say next.

I pulled out my phone as I made my way to Ahaan's room, dialing Izel's number. As it rang, I couldn't help but feel a bit of relief at least talking to her would be a welcome distraction.

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So guys, how did today's chapter feel? I added the second couple to my story. If you like it, let me know, but if not, I'll remove this chapter and just keep Izel and Irfaz's part. But please make sure to let me know, okay?

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