'Bitch. Please'
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The Predator's Planet
After that cumbrous encounter. Ayat kept herself attached to the seat in the corner of the room with some DHA ladies, Amara and Mirha. She kept smiling to them boasting about their recent travels to exotic islands from around the world or huge cities like NYC etc. Honestly, she felt fairly nauseous listening to them boasting about their wealth like this. From rumors around she got know that an old ladies, probably in her 60's who had this odd sense of fashion, and she did not have the kind of leverage, that women prepared homemade poison. She had immediately put down the sandwich she offered her earlier.
Up till now, Maaz wasn't being a plotting starplus villain and simply socializing. In retrospect, he should be spilling oil on the stairs, or having her kidnapped but nothing. She was getting kind of bored and on top she had to witness the devil's spawn wiggling on top of Maaz like a kitten.
The three girls decided to excuse themselves from the women and shifted to the pool room, there was most of the food and people, and the DJ. Even the DJ seemed sketchy. People at this hour had gone totally nuts and started dancing like freaking maniacs from mental asylum. A fresh set of cigarettes and cigars being lit around, with hookah and shisha alongside. Puffs, rings and whatnot. Only if her parent's knew the kind of party it was. They'd have to do a cleansing ritual on her. Not baptism, but something close.
"You guys didn't even tell me! Thank god, that Shahzain called me," Haya walked inside. She could walk well in heels which gave her all the power to shame Mirha and Ayat when they wore heels and call them penguins, who couldn't walk well.
"Wait, What happened to your cousin's engagement?" Ayat asked after hugging her.
"Oh well, it got postponed, the groom got sick," Haya sheepishly figured. She sat on the window sill they had found a comfortable spot on. It still gave the view to Maaz and his business associates lounging across in the living room with that devils spawn, Jess. Inevitable company. Maaz didn't even seem to be enjoying her company. That's what Ayat would like to think atleast.
"Darn the groom, engagements nowadays I swear," She shifted her attention back to them. "Bad omen, do a court marriage, run away from home, remain a maiden but don't get engaged. The stars are not aligned right for that,"
"Poor Maria started crying. Right now, he is vomiting endless, but thank god I got extricated from the gloom of my house, and the mental anguish they were going to push me in as well, and for the first time, that shahzain seemed like an angel in disguise,"
"Man," Haya smiled. "Maaz bhai is so sweet, he sent me an invitation,"
"He sent an invitation to everyone," Ayat informed. "Don't feel special. And since when do you both call him Maaz Bhai? God. It's cringe. Apparently it seems your brother does not know when to stop PDA in front of sisters,"
Haya followed Ayat's gaze and made a sad pout. Haya's eyes had popped out a few inches. That was about it, about how much time it took to appreciate Jess's beauty. Ayat was such a shameful fiasco in front of her.
"She is..." Haya was cut short by Ayat.
"Gorgeous," She said. "I know,"
"Jess," Mirha answered. "That's her name,"
"Like his girlfriend?!" Haya shrieked. "How could he do that? Didn't he pledge his loyalty to Ayat or do a blood oath of sorts. I thought he did,"
Amara politely smiled and tried to leave when the conversation started to feel private.
"You can stay," Ayat smiled despite how much hurt it caused her to see Maaz going away like this.
"What would I do?" Amara could be such a sweetie sometimes. "And there are the other girls, I will be with them?"
"We'll get sad if you reject our company on those narcissistic women there, trust me I passed by them and they smelled Gucci," Haya squinted her eyes. Amara laughed apprehending the intended sarcasm. From when she was very young Amara never had real friends because of her outspoken nature. Not that being outspoken was a crime. She was so freaking nice, that she always got played. She only didn't think penetrating their triangle would be a great idea.
Amara stayed as they started pin pointing and roasting the three men there. It wasn't hard to tell the big parts of it to her. She had grown quiet close to the girls. They talked about all the kinds of things they had done. About Shahzain, who seemed like a nice person but quite edgy and particular himself. Maaz and Ayat, miraculous ending and the following after, and Danial. Sarcastic and serious, all at once intriguing.
"We are technically in a mob boss's party," Amara was bursting with energy after hearing their non syndical and bookish tales. Not that she read books. She had watched several movies in which men won't leave the gun, as if it is their child. These men were those men. Those men are these men.
"Please you won't tell anyone. It is just the past now," Ayat requested.
Amara gave her shoulder a tap assuring. "I never tell something, especially what's not to be told,"
"Thank you," Ayat said. Amara looked behind Ayat and her eyes squeezed a bit.
"I think I have seen him somewhere," Amara said. Ayat looked back, catching a man, posh dressed, munching on cookies. Cookies! for such a master. The trending business tycoon of Australia, it had to be Australia because we all know who had all the fame in US.
"Sina Majid," Ayat said. "Middle school. Neighbor,"
"I did not expect this reference, maybe one with 'oh we don't know him and we feel intimidated' would be nice," Amara said.
"He is still intimidating. Just look at him, he is born to intimidate," Ayat was right, he was fine as hell. With the perfect smile. Good brushing habits, she guessed and then giggled at her silly indication.
"Damn you Jhon Cena," Haya blinked thrice.
They had spent half their childhood being friends and rivals with Sina. Mirha was more hard on the rivals part. Haya and Ayat dealt with friends one. He was Ayat's neighbor, the boy next door who turned out to become so insanely cute.
Ayat couldn't but awe on the progress. He always wanted to become Jhon Cena, given his name, but when life happens you aren't in the wrestling ring instead you have to work long hours in an office locked up with documents and pile and pile of papers. It was only cool because he was a business tycoon around otherwise, the wrestling would have been much cooler.
Sina waved his hand from across. Why was he here? In this goddamned party? This gathering was more damned than they had expected. And what kind of face recognition technique did he really have, because he somehow still spotted them, while they had to think thrice before thinking it was him. Puberty perhaps.
"How do you know all the famous people?" Amara sighed and followed Haya who was going straight for the guy while Ayat was faintly behind and Mirha barely walking. Interest scale.
"Jhonsina!" Haya shrieked. "It has been what? So many years!"
"After I went to Australia, there was no coming back, Tara," Haya smiled on her nickname given by him. From when she sometimes visited Ayat and they played in Ayat's neighborhood. Mirha did not like him. She found him nosey all along. And even after the glow up, she knew he was going to be as nosey as he was before.
"And is that Ayat and Mirha?" He seemed startled.
"Don't tell I turned too ugly," Ayat uncomfortably shifted.
"You can bet the opposite," He winked. He was always casual. More than necessary. Mirha begged to differ.
"Such a 'pleasure' to meet you" He was such a flirt, but he knew who not to mess with. Mirha gave him a stiff smile and cornered herself.
"And no way, Amara Arif?" He said. Amara felt a bit taken back by the fact that he knew his name.
"How do you know me? Because I don't know you," Amara spoke softly.
"My bad. I love all your recipes on your blog and living alone then doesn't gives you a choice but to cook yourself, but trust me you recipes have given a magic to my crusty hands, they went a bit loose, after I stopped cooking with my girlfriend,"
"Why? your girlfriend didn't want to got to kitchen with you?" Mirha clamored fake sweetness.
"Actually. She died," Sina stated. Mirha looked away and Ayat cleared her throat. Awkwardness seeping in the environment.
"We are sorry," Ayat said.
"It has been a few years. Couldn't find leukemia, it went harsh on her," He said and then looked back at Amara. "You were real help though, your recipes were as close as I could get to her cooking,"
"I didn't think that 'real people' knew me," Amara seemed a bit star struck, and so did the rest of the girls and especially he went on board with all the complimenting. Girls liked compliments and he knew his game. The 'dead girlfriend' talk kept the excitement at bay and the encounter a bit more tolerable.
Sina joined the girls when they served dinner. There was a lot to talk about so nothing bored them out, except Ayat she kept zoning out and looking towards Maaz, who seemed to be enjoying his evening fairly well and with Jessica latched onto him like a demon which seemed promising that his night was going to be as amazing.
Maaz looked up with raised eye brows and kissed Jess on the cheek, his eyes planted on Ayat. It was quite a flabbergasted moment to have been dealing with. At first she choked on her own saliva and then helped three buckets of water down. That is how much it took to swallow the stuck piece of steak and to witness the whole ordeal. He was trying to make her jealous.
"You know him?" Sina asked. Ayat gasped as if been caught red handed.
"What?"
"Maaz. Do you know him?"
"Do you?" She shot back.
"Sure. He is such a sadist,"
"He sure loves when people get hurt and takes his piece of peace from it," Ayat described. The description seemed to come directly from heart. When did he do that? Now. Right now. Constantly trying to make her feel a certain type of anger. Maaz didn't learn reverse techniques for making people fall in love don't work most of the times.
"Not as bad as Ayat tends to give him 'credit' for, and she knows it herself," Haya defended. "He is just a bit unreasonable,"
"Oh we all know how he is," Mirha said. All the good and bad she meant.
"Unreasonable? Jest that?" Ayat gasped.
"Debatable," Amara remarked from what she'd heard about Maaz. He seemed more off chart than just reasonable. He did not like reasoning, he did what suited him right. "So Sina? Did you ever consider dating again, I have heard women in Australia are gorgeous,"
"They sure are a piece of art but nothing that gets my attention. My type is right here in Pakistan,"
He put more pressure on 'right here' than Pakistan. Ayat stopped trying to put so much effort in judging him and tried to go with the flow.
"Maybe someone as beautiful as Ayat?"
Hearing Sina say that all of a sudden, made her want to go to the bar and grab shots. Or attach her mouth to the shisha. Or some forbidden practice as such. She got a pang of disturbance, but she quelled it and frowned.
"I know we just met after a long time and I am fucking weird but are you single?" Sina asked. It seemed he did it everyday. It was easy for him. Before anyone else could answer. Ayat spoke. She wasn't usually that opportunistic, but in this moment, all that jealousy emulsified and settled in her mouth.
"I am single," She seemed quite serious engaged with the conversation when she mentioned it. He smiled nodding his head as if going into a infinite loop of imaginations. He mustn't take it too seriously. That is why Ayat said it. She was thinking he'd asked for just knowledge like adults. Drumrolls for that please. Ayat shrugged, she knew she needed to sort out her shit in order to not get a man's hopes up and get in trouble. Priorities could ruin you sometimes. Okay, in her case, most of the times. Sina Majid was flattered by the brutal honesty.
"How's that possible? I though you'd at least have some commitment. You are way to beautiful to be single,"
"That is what two broken engagements do to you," Ayat said.
"And loving the wrong person, it blows the love fantasy for you,"
Sina rendered a close sight to the living beauty in front and put his hand on hers.
"It is going to be okay. It always is, after I lost Maya, I also thought that I couldn't love anymore, but I think it is going to change soon, you have to give yourself permission to love again, and hope it wont be such a tragedy next time," He was also a love guru now. Great! He had perhaps taken her seriously. She was to blame for leading him on. But she wanted to make Maaz feel like what he' been making her feel. Reverse love.
"I have thought about it. But I picked the wrong love to mess with. It is stubborn as the person and it left a huge impact on me," She said. "But you obviously don't need to hear that,"
"Trust me. I am mature enough to hear about previous relationships that didn't work out. You do get shit about it. I am saying it because I know exactly how it feels,"
Sina had this weird kind of undertone. A soft one. A sensual one. Like someone who could comfort you, but she was feeling none of it. Maybe she had gotten so used to her heart racing all the time and her nerves being on peak when Maaz was around that she wasn't vibing the goodness anymore. She pulled her hand away from his and smiled. He smiled back and lounged back waiting for the desserts.
The host of the party was bursting with fuel. A fuel that burns. He was feeling on edge. On being stupid enough to call Sina Majid. Known for his charms around. At least he wasn't a bad person. Not like him. Maybe that's why Ayat seemed impressed. Anyone could tell they knew each other. And of all people he had to sit with Ayat. He couldn't bear the thought of Ayat with another guy. Something's never change. They stick with you. He was still possessive for her.
"There is something on your face," Jess suggested moving closer to his face.
"Lick it off," Maaz commanded. Jess felt a bit struck with surprise at first. She leaned forward and happily complied after. Licking her way from his jaw to his lips. After she was done sucking his face and wiping the little food scrape from his lower lips corner she moved back with an evident smile on her face. She felt successful. Maaz however was looking at Ayat, waiting for her to notice him. Notice him and feel like she was losing him just as he felt like he was losing her.
Maaz brushed her hair from her neck and kissed her. "Leave,"
Jess who seemed to be enjoying his attention pulled back in horror. "What?"
"Fucking leave,"
Ayat was the root to it. She seemed so immersed in talking with Sina Majid that Maaz had started to go crazy. Now that Maaz thought he didn't know how he survived all this time without seeing her. Without her being in front of her. And then to think she got engaged and twice, seemed odd in his mind right now. No more. No more her being with someone else. He only told her how he hated her. He but told her that she was in hell. He might as well give a demo. Maaz was only scheming when Jess stood up.
Jess was stomping her way towards Ayat when Maaz was so immersed in sinking in his own frustration. Maaz alerted at the commotion and went after her, but it was too late. Jess pulled Ayat dress from her neck and down to her waist. Leaving marks of her long acrylics on her fragile skin. Ayat gasped at first. Her body was exposed from more than one place. All the male species had started ogling the girl who's frock was ripped from her neck giving a full view to her undergarments. This place had the stench of a vendetta against her. She wasn't in the kind of clothing to insult Jess for her unexplainable stunt but she was beyond angry. Her eyes started to burn from the upcoming tears as she saw Maaz. Male testosterone had went crazy in the room.
Maaz was contemplating the chances of covering her up and stopping the chaos and laughs around. He didn't give it second thoughts before putting his coat on her body. It barely helped but it did minimize the effects of her exposed skin on the men. She couldn't but take the help. Like she was given a damn choice by that damned women. All Ayat had been doing all along was mind her business and that's what she gets for it. Public bloody humiliation. She wanted to cry, shout and hit everyone but she immediately wrapped her dupatta on herself as well. Which was helpful.
"You can't snatch him away from me," Jess spat anyways. She was only pushing Maaz to flip at this point. Maaz hadn't said a word, it was hard to tell if he was thinking something.
"Since when did you get ideas that you owned me. You know what you do and so do I. So when I told you to fucking leave, you must have obeyed, and now you are going to face consequences,"
Instead of replying to Maaz. Jess plunged forward towards Ayat again. This time Maaz pulled Ayat behind himself with a jerk. She was shrunk behind him. She didn't know what to say exactly half clothed and half naked. Not a good mix. Maaz was as complex as he was before. No obstruction had been removed. It was still hard to understand his point of view. Or she was dreaming or he was actually protecting her. It was hard to tell.
His left arm still held her behind him and his right hand now painfully rode up to Jess's throat. She coughed for oxygen. But it was too good to ask for air after what she had done.
"You don't want to die, do you?" Maaz snickered closer and she seemed like she had seen death right in front of her. Ayat moved forward. he was going to kill that women. And she wouldn't let anyone die because of tearing her clothes. Maaz needed to stop being so extraordinary.
"Maaz stop it," She said. He looked over at her and loosened his grip on her throat. Jess breathed in a chunk of air before she started to cry. Ayat didn't think he'd let her off after she had said. Everything seemed too good to be true around here.
"Throw her out of my house," Maaz said. Two body guards immediately dragged the lady outside.
"Bitch!" Haya shouted after her. "You twat!"
That was the least she could do in support of her best friend right now.
He turned back to Ayat who looked horrified. He tried to caress her cheek, but she pulled away as if she had touched fire.
"Are you alright..."
"You suck as always, Maaz," She spat. Suck for confusing me. She wanted to add. Sina Majid on the other hand felt like he had been hit in the balls after knowing Ayat's association with Maaz. Maaz didn't just protect and kill anyone for just anyone. She had to be very special for him to do that. For him to shell her like sea urchin. It seemed like he'd lock her away in a locker just to protect her next time. But it was too late. Sina had given his heart out to her. Just like that.
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