2. The Bloom

2. The bloom

''''The good guy has bad habits!''''

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The beauty of Islamabad was incomparable when one looked at its lush green trees, slightly wet from the rain at night, giving the leaves a shimmery look. The sun was hidden behind the silvery clouds. The blue sky was a soothing presence to chaotic minds. Everyone was pleased except for that one girl who was burning with anger and was recklessly driving towards her college. She parked her car in the parking lot and stepped out of it in a whim.

In their college, there was no uniform allocated for its students for it had a university wing as well. She was wearing blue jeans, ripped at the knees with a white button-down shirt and blue sneakers. Her curly black hair, as usual, were left to flow over her back. With long strides she entered her wing.

Throwing her bag down she slumped herself in the seat on the very first row. There was still time for their teacher to arrive.

Yara saw her angry face and approached her from the second row, which was their usual seating arrangement.

"Bruh! Sup?" She asked and sat on the seat to her right.

"Shut up and don't talk to me!" Minahil said sharply. Her button shaped nose flared with anger.

Yara knew she was angry at her because she went to Abraham's party but she could not miss such a splendid party just because her friend was jealous for no reason and couldn’t end her quarreling for one day.

"Whatever you say. The party, however, was amazing. Dude, you missed so much fun!" She couldn’t resist to rile her up. She knew how much Minahil loved parties.

Minahil turned towards Yara abruptly and glared at her. Still glowering at her deceiving friend, she picked up her bag from the floor and left the class.

Yara laughed loudly behind her, knowing how much she would be irritated.

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"Abraham! What are you doing there?" He heard Kabir's voice calling him.

"Just coming!" He yelled back but did not turn around to look at him. His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him.

He had just entered the college and was making his way to his class when he saw his tigress yelling at someone. It was her cousin Zaviar and the boy whom she had bribed yesterday.

He smiled realizing she was angry at them because they did not succeed in helping her to degrade him.

He had seen her almost a month before when new classes had begun. There was a basketball match between the students of first year and second year. She was in Abraham's opposing team. She was hell bent on winning and Abraham was not letting her score even a single goal. This had made her all grumpy and furious. She had cursed him loudly and he had smiled sheepishly.

Abraham- a boy who would never sit back in silence while someone addressed him with a harsh tone, before whom everyone stuttered, was smiling at a girl who was cursing him.

At first, he thought to let her win but her angry face amused him enough to make him change his mind to beat her in the game.

That day, Miss Khan had declared Abraham Chauhdry her rival of centuries.

After that incident, he had begun to search for her both intentionally and unintentionally in the grounds and classes. She was a fun-loving girl, a bad-ass for everyone in her section was afraid of her.

He had also learnt that she was very competent regarding her studies. For one of her assignments, she had come to their wing searching for the topper. When she got to know Abraham was the topper, she had stomped away angrily.

"O Devdas, pasand krta hai usse toh jaa k bta kiun ni deta. Kb tk yun dekhta rhy ga? (If you like her, then why don't you go and tell her. For how long would you continue looking at her secretly?)" His best friend's voice pulled him out of the trance he was in.

"Bakwas bnd kr! (Shut your damn mouth!)" Abraham retorted back.

Kabir laughed loudly, slapping Abraham's shoulder.

They were about to turn their back on her when he saw that Zaviar had looped his arm around her shoulder and she was laughing at something he had said.

His hands bawled into fists and his jaw clenched fiercely. His green eyes glared at his hold on her.

"Something seems to be burning!" Kabir whistled from besides him. 

Abraham directed his glare at Kabir now who immediately schooled his expressions and posed to be innocent.

Taking long strides, he went back to the parking towards his Lamborghini which his Dad had just gifted him as his birthday present and reversed out of the building.



Minahil was sitting with Zaviar and his friends.

“Zaviar is not that bad!” she thought to herself.

"Zavi, do you know Abraham got a Lamborghini!" One of them exclaimed. Her ears perked up hearing his name.

"Dude, that boy is filthy rich!" Another commented.

"It's a black matte!" Another added.

Zaviar was talking to them but she was getting irritated of his name.

"I'm leaving!" She stated and walked away without listening to whatever he was saying to her.

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She was sitting on the stairs that lead to her lawn, massaging the paws of her Bentley. She had a German Shepherd puppy as a pet. The black and brown puppy was staring up at her with innocent eyes and his mouth was drooling.

"Minahil, where are you?" She heard Arya.

Before she could answer Arya came towards the stairs and screamed when she saw Bentley.

"Take him awayyyy!" She shrieked fearfully, stepping backwards.

Minahil rolled her eyes at her childishness.

"He is not going to eat you, Arya!"

"You never know!" Arya's panicked voice rose again.

A smile tugged at Minahil's lips and she patted Bentley's head and threw a ball in the far corner of the lawn. He went bouncing in that direction.

Arya came and slumped beside her. Minahil brought her hands near her face and she yelled once again.

"Keep your filthy hands away from me!"

Minahil backed away laughing at her.

Arya's harsh breaths calmed down after a while.

"I so much despise this Bentley!" She commented for the umpteenth time, it seemed.

"I want to have a tiger as a puppy!" Minahil said as an answer.

"A tiger?"

"Yes, a tiger." Minahil nodded.

"A freaking tiger?" Arya widened her eyes.

Minahil rolled her eyes but did not reply. She kept on watching Bentley.

After a while she heard Arya calling Bentley.

"Tiger!"

And then she ran away with the speed of thunder when she saw Bentley running towards them.

Minahil was unable to control her laugh. She put her hands on her stomach that was hurting now.

"God Arya. You are such a pussy!" She commented in a loud voice.

"Minahil, put a filter on your words and your mouth as well!" She heard the scolding voice of her mother but paid no attention to her advice.

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"All the students will follow the rules. The one who'll break the rules should know that they would be punished severely and sent back soon after," a teacher was admonishing them after stating all the rules.

They were leaving for Murree in an hour.

Minahil had listened to all the rules carefully. Not because she wanted herself to be saved from punishment but because she was planning to rebel against each on of those so-called rules.

The first rule she was going to break was to leave for Murree in her own car when they were strictly ordered to travel together in the college bus. Though she was not alone in doing this. Some other brats were also geared up with their shining vehicles.

She sat on the driving seat of black v8 with a proud smile. She had her own car but this one she had borrowed from her father for sometime. Her dad didn't want to let her daughter have this for he knew how she could be. He was very well aware of her thrilling and adventurous nature. He had given her the keys after making her promise to remain sane and had given her a lot of instructions.

Her smile intensified when she heard all the engines revving up and teachers yelling at them to step out. Total 10 to 15 vehicles sped out of the grounds with 20 or so students sitting in them.

She would have brought Yara with her but she was still angry at her recent behavior.

Songs were blasting from the speakers of almost all the cars nearby hers.

When they reached the twirling roads of Murree, a deafening holler echoed in the air.

It was time for a race!

She pressed on the gas and reached number 3. Two vehicles were still leading her. She was taking dangerous turns recklessly. Suddenly she heard loud honking. She rolled down the mirror of her side and saw Kabir in other car.

"Miss Khan!" He greeted her. A smirk was plastered on his face. "Let’s have a game. Any of us who won't let any other car over take ours will win," he proposed.

"And what will the winner be rewarded with?" She inquired. Both of them were now going at a minimum pace.

"Anything he desires!"

"You are in for a hell of a competition!" Saying this, she sweeped the car away before Kabir could process her words. She was going at a speed of 60mph.

A smile tugged on Kabir's lips. He revved the engine with a purring sound and trailed behind her.

Two teenagers caught in a death race!

She was overtaking every vehicle in front of her. The people walking on the sidewalks were seen to be more alert than usual; they were afraid something could happen. She ought to be afraid for she was not that good of a driver but she was extremely satisfied and happy. She was just thinking about defeating Abraham by winning this one.

She looked in the side mirror to see that all of the cars were far behind her. A smirk engulfed her lips. She lowered the speed a little, opening the mirror and waved her hand in the air, signalling to Kabir that she had won.

When she noticed Kabir getting near, she again sped up. She was passing a cross now and there were a few cars in front of her. She was aiming to cross them when suddenly a black Lamborghini halted in front of her. She applied the brakes with great difficulty and her car drifted. She let out a string of profanities.

She was reversing the car, furious, when she saw him getting off the Lamborghini after parking it aside.

His expressions were schooled. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and unzipped his brown jacket.

She realized she was looking at him all this while. She cursed herself and pressed the pedal but before she could cross him, the door of her side was opened.

"Are you mad?" He said in a cold voice. His green orbs were pinning her down.

"Who the hell are you to talk to me like this?"

He ignored her glaring and whatever she had just said.

"Don't you know how dangerous this road is!" He pointed towards the road. His voice was raising a notch.

"Off course I know, Mr. Dumbass!" She gave him a smug look.

Some impatient morons were honking behind them. Also, he had had enough of her tantrums and sarcasm.

"Get out!" He ordered in a clipped tone.

Minahil stared at him dumbfounded for some time and then she yelled.

"Get the fucking hell away! Don't act like my father!"

"You want me to be you daddy. I'm afraid I can't fulfill your wish right now, darling," he said just to rile her up who was already on the verge of exploding.

The horns behind them got louder but none of them cared.

She raised her hand to slap him, but he took hold of it in a tight grasp.

"Wrong move, you can't afford this." He jerked her hand back and in an instant, he was up in the driving seat with a shocked Minahil in his lap.

"Here we go, baby," he whispered in her ear and sped up.

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According to the previous chapter. The shades of joy I mentioned. White means we take joy in good things e.g. in love, in kindness, etc. For some black deeds act as fuel of joy. They take pleasure in doing bad to someone and same was the case with Minahil. She was relating her pleasure to Abraham losing the game. And for most the fuel to Joy is grey. Grey is a border line between white and black. A person faces different situations. Sometimes we take pleasure after revenge and sometimes we take pleasure in forgiveness.

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