Chapter 7

I was bored asf, then my gaze traveled to Him(zain). He was making out with Eva, I could see they both were lost in each other. They were kissing like there's no tomorrow.

I felt like a knife stabbed in my heart. Why do even I care? Why I'm jealous of her...Why??

I had a lot of crushes on guys, but I  never felt like this. This time it was different, I wanted to stare at him forever, I want him forever

And the next moment our eyes met, he put a glance on me then pulled Eva closer to her.

Zain's POV

Fresher was not interesting at all. Haya and Abid were busy with each other. Lakshya seemed to have some crush on a girl Maya, yess I remember her, she's Her(shiza) best friend. Mike found a partner for himself.

So I and Eva were left alone. She was dressed in the sexiest way. Her dress barely covered her ass and breasts. She came closer to me and put her hands on my thigh and she started caressing my skin.

Woah she turned me on... all I want to kiss her badly before I could initiate, She smashed her lips to mine. We were making out.

As I tilted my head my eyes met Hers. I stared at her for a while then pulled Eva closer to me.

Eva was wasted, She started to puke...Why do the girls drink when they can't handle themselves. Well, I don't drink...I was just a Muslim by name but idk why I never dared to touch alcohol.

I saw she(shiza) was sitting alone, She was breathtaking. I sighed, She was someone whom you can't call sexy or hot... Yess she was...She was just beautiful... how could anyone look beautiful without being sexy. How could anyone be such attractive with her modesty? I bet she was the only hijabi here. But still, there was confidence on her face.

I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to feel her presence, I wanted to touch her, I wanted to stare at her continuously without being interrupted.

I wanted her forever.

Shiza's POV

I wanted to get him off of my mind. I didn't want to think about him. He was not someone I had always dreamt for... I deserved someone better, a good Muslim. I can't fall for a bad boy, I can't love a jerk.

"Hey, can you dance with me" A deep husky voice interrupted my thought?

I turned around, there was a guy with black hair and brown eyes. He was hot. He was holding some drink.

"Umm... I don't dance " I slurred.

"Ohh yeah, I see...hijabi," he said in amusement and took one step towards me. Next moment he pulled me closer and tried to kiss me.

This can't happen..... how could anyone touch me like that. Tears were running down my cheeks. I wanted to scream but my throat was dry.

I flinched with pain. I closed my eyes and tried to push him away. But he was way stronger than me.

Then suddenly, he was grabbed by someone. "How dare you to touch her" Zain's face was red with anger.

I can't believe that he could be my savior. Zain started punching him until he fell unconscious.

"Are you okay " he looked at me with concerned eyes. I hugged him tightly and sobbed. He started patting my head. Wait... did I just hug him... Damn..... how could I do this. I quickly parted from him.