Page 37 of Storm
To my enjoyment, she had a puking look on, as she took a sip of her coffee.
I turned towards the guy, “Your name?”
I saw Sani perk up and look hopeful over my question, as if even she needed the answer to that.
Strange...
“Wazir. Sahil Wazir.” He shrugged, taking a step close to Sani, “I just got the idea about her wants because I was observing her.”
“You were.” I nodded, wanting to break something. Preferably, his eyes, that lingered on her.
I think my face showed it, as he gulped and went on, “The other day in class you were right, she has the most prettiest and expressive eyes.”
Sani scowled at me.
What did I do?
“Oh yeah? Have her eyes expressed something to you?” Rose scoffed bitterly, facing Sahil.
“Maybe.” He gave her a challenging look.
“Huh?” Sani seemed thoroughly confused.
God...This girl is too innocent for her own good.
Sahil stared at her with his adoring smile back on, “You were looking at the coffee counter every now and then. Besides, when you’re happy, your eye colour really feels like its melting, you know like ice melts? And there is always a slight smile on your face when you talk or eat, things you like. Shows you enjoy the food or the company. Your gaze warms up like your personality.”
He shrugged sheepishly, as if she would be impressed and falling for him right away.
She wouldn’t, right? I hope not.
To my utter relief, Sani glared at him, looking embarrassed as hell, “You mean, otherwise I have an ice cold personality?!”
Rose chuckled, “Yes, and he wants it to warm up to him.”
I did not like Rose’s tone for some reason.
“A guy can dream.” Sahil gave Rose a hard look.
“Dream what?” Sani sounded exasperated.
This girl...She couldn’t see flirtation even when it was in her face.
Sahil turned towards her soothingly, “Nothing dear, don’t worry. I’m your friend; hence, of course I pay attention.”
I was losing my patience now.
I crossed my arms, ready to end this romantic farce, “It will be better if you start paying a little attention in class as well. I have seen your last semester’s grades. You do want to graduate, right?”
“Prof Deewan, yes! I wanted to ask if you could take extra classes or study sessions or if there is some way to raise my grades. It’s difficult for me to study along with practice.”
“Obviously, it’s bound to happen, if your focus would be on deducing Miss Shaad’s mood swings. It should be worrying...for you.” I gave him a warning look. “Because my mood is not so good, seeing your attitude.” I glanced at Sani then back at him, “Stop losing yourself in her eyes, and you might be in luck.” I said in a bored tone, though my insides felt like they were on fire.
I turned to leave and Sahil followed, requesting for study sessions. Sani passed us, giving me a look of such hurt and betrayal over her shoulder, that I mentally slapped myself, realizing my comment spoiled any good impression I might have made on her by learning her friends names. In addition, I had hurt her feelings, suggesting as if she was not worth Sahil’s efforts.
I wanted to kill her friends, who had made her think so little about herself. I had realized it on my first ever day in class, that Rose and Mirelle were undeserving of her.
Reaching home, all night I felt restless with the way things were happening. It all seemed out of my control.
