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As I entered, he looked up and his whole face warmed with a smile.
“This is the paper you asked for. It contains everyone’s email ids and phone numbers.” I said handing over the paper to him.
Aariz checked it and just as I tried to leave, he stopped me in a strict voice, “Wait Sani! What is this? I said I want each one of yours contact details...All of yours. But it doesn’t contain any of your own details.”
I actually gulped. He had never looked so seriously pissed off!
Somehow, I managed to stammer,
“Yeah, I didn’t write...because...um...I was thinking that...”
He cut me off midsentence, almost shouting,
“There is nothing to think about. Do as I say. It’s good for your studies, your future. It’s for all of yours betterment.”
Yeah, right. My betterment! As if you are doing a public service or I should say, Sani service. Why do you care about me Mr Arrogant-Aariz?
“But Sir, actually...” I tried to get out of this situation, but Aariz cut me short yet again, as he ordered,
“No arguments. I said, write your phone number, and email id on this paper. Now!”
Come out of this college and then try ordering me. I will show you my roar!
Defeated, huffing, and puffing I glared at the paper, pen, his desk, and everything, while I wrote my mobile number and email id so hard, as if ingraining it for life on that paper, and slapped it in front of him with a forced sugary sweet smile.
The smile felt bitter in my mouth. Because as I turned to leave, I got the glimpse of a victorious grin, he sported.
Aariz-the-asshole!
Later in the evening, as I sat lazing on my bed, I received a text from an unknown number saying “Hi Sani.
”
I replied asking,
“Who’s this?”
“It’s Aariz. How are you?”
I was cursing you in peace. Duhh!
‘Why have you texted me?’ I tried to appear furious, but my heart raced in anticipation of his answer.
He could not see me, so it was okay.
“Actually, I needed to speak with Zidaan, and I lost his number. Can you please give it to me?” His reply came instantly.
“No I can't, as I don't have his number. It got deleted from my phone.” I snapped, wishing to end this chat before I embarrassed myself, blushing at his every word.
Zee's number was just his excuse. Maybe he wanted to know something about Rose or Mirelle. He would eventually come to it. I know. It was not as if he had texted just for me...
“Then get it from his Mom and pass it on to me. Just give it to me tonight itself please. It’s a little urgent you see. I hope I did not disturb you. What were you up to anyway?”
Getting into the Professor mode, are we?
Rolling my eyes, I answered him honestly, because c'mon, what was there to hide in it?
“I'm going out and getting late. I can't find any number for you right now. Bye.”
