'And in the middle of my chaos, there was you'
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A clash that ends them
The bustle in the gym was greater than it was in normal days, the harsh rain hitting the glass panes compelled the players to commit their time to physical workouts rather than strategic practices out in the open.
Maaz had slept heavy after his nightly endeavors, although he was supposed to be answerable to the warden, he placed no regard in doing so. The warden had always looked the other way to anything and everything he did due to the heavy influence of his father in the academy, part ownership did that, and to his pride he considered himself a sort of prince there, but him being the captain of the team or the biggest hit in the academy wasn't any credit to his father, he had worked his legs off to attain this position.
there were times he thought perhaps why the entire staff treated him as royalty was because his father had called in favors or maybe it was because he looked like he could kill without apprehension, or maybe it was really his father, there was so much a man could do for the time he did not spend with his child when he needed him the most, leaving him to maids and almost abandoning your kin, there was no type of favors that could cover that sort of trauma or loss but his father seemed to think so that he could ease into his life like this all of a sudden, as soon as he was comfortable enough, when his father had healed from the traumatic passing of his wife giving birth to Maaz, he though it was time to look at the son he had forgotten about. If only he knew there was no turning back the dead.
Bad company had already called him in, hanging out with the elite at very ripe age and dealing with things a child is by no means supposed to, gambling money away, he had lost things valuable to his house, stole and covered, he had mastered the art of deceit while his father was under some kind of absurd notion that his son was a little irresponsible when he noticed a drops in the bank account while sipping margaritas in Beijing, or that he had a passion for football. There was nothing as passion for him in football, he played or he did some bat shit crazy stuff.
Shahzain was the son of an elite political leader, he had become his best buddy from when they were only 14, and had promised to destroy each other since then, Shahzain had introduced him to alcohol, when he attended the parties thrown by Shahzain's father, he had spend last night with Shahzain in some darkened brothel, and had come back with a sharp headache.
The bustle was so intense he had to plug in his noise cancelling earphones, while running the treadmill, little pleasures of life had gotten blur to him, the rain or the sunshine, the rainbows and someone smiling nothing meant anything to him, his life was all highs and only pit falls in lows, there was no middle ground. he seemed bored by the dancing trees through the window, he kept seeing it without thinking anything, just wanting his headache to disappear instantly, the low buzz of his phone broke him out of the reverie.
"What?" He asked, increasing the speed of the treadmill.
"He is on the ground, has destroyed my carpets," Shahzain spoke passionately. "Passed out, no endurance, no tolerance whatsoever, and I don't like to wait for people who are destroying my life in front of my eyes,"
"Calm down your nerves it is going to get you no where, give him water and let him wake up again, then hit him again, he will open his mouth and he will pay for trashing your election campaign," Maaz spoke his tone unchanged, unfazed by the aggression in Shahzain's voice.
"Did you take care of the pictures he was threatening to leak, of all my scandals and affairs?" Shahzain's voice was now calculated, he knew not to provoke Maaz, if Maaz committed to something you must consider it done, otherwise, you had committed a felony in his world, he took it to his ego.
"He is a just a pawn in someone's game," Maaz had ignored Shahzain's question evidently, he had now started to realize how disgusting rain was. "We eliminate the pawns, the moss will grow back, find the schemer, eliminate it, your area is clean, I am onto the bigger thing,"
"Has Ayat come around yet?" Shahzain had changed the topic knowing well enough, Maaz will take care of it, and he should sleep like a baby relying his ass on Maaz again.
Her name changed the course of his beating heart, there was no greater obsession in his life except the girl who's eyes were black as a pit and eager as beaver, so deep and laced in solace, something that hit his soul in the farthest cronies not one else got to, he so enjoyed telling her, and could tell how affected she was when he said he wouldn't hurt her, her cheeks had turned a bright red color.
"Did you do your job?" Maaz's voice didn't have mockery but more a challenge. Shahzain scoffed proudly.
"You bet I did, and well enough to inform your delusional ass that this girl is by no means attached to any high person in society, she is a normal girl, plain and boring, you could actually do better than that, oh and she has a black belt in Karate,"
"Explains why she almost killed her own children a few days back," He smirked, and acknowledged all the other things Shahzain had said about her, and the little amusement turned into a scowl.
"Remind me later when I asked for your fucking opinion," Maaz spoke. No body had the right to call her anything but ethereal, she was not plain nor boring by any means, she was layered and beautiful and he wanted to disassemble her layer by layer, until he had reached her core and discovered where her fucking courage came from.
"Don't fret yourself, put your rage head into a bucket of ice," Shahzain taunted. "I will update you later, oh and if you do so care to indulge so much in her life, there is a distant cousin's wedding with her brother, the guest list is stretchable and you could fit in, mind you she will be there,"
"I don't go to places where I am not invited," Maaz replied conceitedly. He had always been particular about rules where his dignity was in character. There was no harming it.
"You will be on the guest list, I will make sure," Shahzain said and cut the call, Maaz smiled wickedly, there was no greater pleasure for him than to face the crazy eyes 5'3 and tell her who she belonged to from now on.
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After he almost flipped his entire personality in front of her in mere seconds, from I will hunt you down and kill you to I will be damned if I ever hurt you? That mere sentence gave her all sort of butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't help but think about that over and over again, and then she had to tell her friends about everything she had held out on telling them before.
"My head's tripping from all this information, what you're saying is he saved you twice, and you kicked him in the balls, and then he told her he knew you better than yourself? and that he'd never hurt you?" Mirha summarized.
"Precisely," Ayat almost mumbled. "So what do you think?"
"Its simple, he has a huge ass crush on you, no one talks like that to someone they don't care about and all that about he knew you better than yourself, its giving me some stalkerish vibes," Haya declared, which was true, he had been stalking her, from a while now, unknown to her.
"What do you think about this?"
"I don't have to think about it, remember Aman? I love him..." She spoke, trying to shove off the bear eyes, the warmth in his tone when he called her name, and everything else he did to trap her in the cage of his charm. Maaz was under the table, and Aman over it, he had always been.
"Are you blind Ayat? He is such a red flag, he changes his girlfriends like a handkerchief," Mirha spoke annoyed this time. "I can't believe you still have a crush on him, while you overlook everything else,"
Ayat thought maybe she was crazy for having this kind of crush on him, or maybe she was only attracted to men, who were the definition of evil, or maybe she was trying to deflect it because she did feel a morsel of something when he said he'd be damned. She mentally groaned, his two words wouldn't go away from her mind.
"Okay, I admit, Aman is a piece of trash and I do need to delete his pictures from my phone and everything, it was a childhood crush," Ayat admitted, Haya urged her to continue.
"And, about Maaz, I can't say anything for sure, until I know his intentions and what he wants with me, and not vague like he spoke that day, clear, crystal clear," Ayat said, and that is exactly what she wanted, because the amount of brimming feels she had when he told her that was unmatchable to anything she had ever felt her entire life.
For the first time she was terrified of a man, he had bewitched her with his words, and she was too smitten to notice all the darkness surrounding him, what if he was trapping her like they did to teenagers like herself? What if he was a fuck boy? A bad person? All these thoughts gnawed at her soul, alongside the warmth that spread across her stomach when she looked at him.
Ayat gave her thoughts a break and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be just fine. She hoped at least, but that could be a clash that ends them, and she feared that.
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As promised here is Maaz's POV. It wasn't the literal POV thing in first person but his feelings from the third person perspective. Either way, Hope you enjoyed it!
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