𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Chapter one

Third-person pov:

 

AT PAKISTAN;

The sound of the vehicle could be heard from a mile, and in a few seconds a car parked in Swirling, curling lines draw a welcoming driveway, a rounded reflection pool, and its stunning setting. A vast, slick, and all-around magnificent villa is standing out of private residential architecture at its finest. A lengthy planter fused along the whole length of its upper floor. Exterior lights beam to highlight the split between floors and canopies.  

The car door opened and a man in his early thirties stepped out, fully dressed in his army suit. Three crowns were laid on his shoulders. He straighten his jacket as the cold wind passed through him causing some of his hair to fall over his forehead, he pushed his fingers through his dark hair as his one hand was in a pocket resting there lazily.

He stand there and looked around his surroundings letting his fierce stare fall over every little thing. He was one of those who looked his way and tried to not ever look at him. He surely was an attractive man out there but his appearance and dark aura would never allow anyone to cross paths with him anywhere.

He glanced at his wristwatch as he shook his head a little before clutching his cap from inside the car and starting to stride inside the villa with his head high.

He made his way direct to the meeting room. Soldiers who were standing right outside the office greeted him making him nod his head. Noises could be heard from outside. He unfurled the door letting himself in.

 The room was filled with intense air. And there stood five glorious army officers, two were examining some papers that were all over the table and pointing over something. While the other two were standing right beside the table concentrating on the metier they were directed to.

As the door opened they all looked at the person who just came into the room, and they all quit their discussion. Two of them nodded their head toward him as he stood in front of them and saluted to the senior officer that was standing right in front of him.

"Asalam O Alikum, Sir." His voice held that deep and dark tone that made every man and woman pay attention to him.

"Walaikum Asalam," Everyone uttered before one of his majors started speaking as he stood by them glancing at the papers and then looking ahead.

"You performed well In your last mission and congratulation on your success now do more hard work to benefit the country and make us proud."

"Thank you, Sir." A mere smile formed over his lips as he jerked his head low and skimmed at the papers.

"As we were discussing." The senior officer among them began to say.

"We are sending you to New Mexico as a secret service." He stayed quiet still looking at the papers, as the major began to inform him about all the details they had gathered.

"A drug(onex) has been attempted illegally in the outskirts. Our source has informed us that they are planning something big to vanish humans from the face of the earth. That drug is addicting and has direr reactions. No drug in history could be compared to its harmful effects. We want you to stop that dealing before it starts shipping in Pakistan."

He shook his head, grabbed one of the papers, and examined a little putting it on the paper. He glanced around at the people who were standing behind him, as he put his both hands on the table and bend himself a little, and uttered.

"Let's dive into it, gentlemen."

 

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°°°°Pov.

He tossed his key on the couch and then sit on it. He was so tired from today's work that he didn't even bother to turn the lights on. His whole apartment was entirely silent, no voice could be heard not even the sound of his breathing as he tried to relax.

He run his both hands through his hair; a habit of his when he was disturbed, and let his thoughts run in his mind that were bothering him forever.

Past. How can a person run from it? A person can never forget, can never get over it. But a person can only try to make things better, to not do the same thing they did in their past. But what if a person has no option but to make things better? What if a person lost all their chances to make things right?

A person can only regret? Can't a person do anything more than that?

He let out a sigh as his phone rang, he massaged his head with his index finger to ease the pain that was forming in his forehead and picked up the call. He stayed quiet and let the other person speak.

"Foran sa phala bahir aa jao agr apni zindagi passand ha, main or Umer bahir khaana khana k liya jaa raha hain or tum bhi aa raha ho." He let a deep sigh and clenched his jaw before closing his eyes to calm himself down. 'Can't a person even have some alone time?'

Translation: "Come outside right now if you love your life. I and Umer are going to eat dinner and you are also coming."

"Not in the mood." His voice came out raspy like he hadn't talked in ages. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at the invisible spot. Thoughts again started to come as he jerked his head to stop them.

"Oh come on it's been forever since we eat together." Zubair irritating voice filled his ears as he helplessly bites his lower lips. He can't even say bad things to his best friend and tell him that he wants to be alone for some time. Because of Zubair... He was just... Zubair... No words could describe how irritating he can be.

"We did yesterday." He pointed out and shook his head.

"Ohh come on!"

"No."

"Please."

"No. I am not in the mood."

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚏! Get your sweet little existence down here before we come upstairs and make your life hell than it already is. We are at the parking, you have ten minutes. Hurry up." Zubair cut the call making him glare at his phone like the phone was his best friend. He hates it when someone cut the call while he was speaking.

He sat there for a few minutes then lazily stood from his seat. The pain in his forehead started to grow more as silently walked into his room and showered and then grab his clothes. Putting them on. Picking up his watch and wallet and let himself out of his apartment.

Staring at the car that was standing right in front of him. Yousaf stands there and glared at his worst best friends for disturbing his peaceful evening.

"Ab under behto ga bhi, ya wahi muh utha k sari zindagi khara rehna ka irada ha?" Zubair rolled his eyes at him and glanced at his tired eyes. He knew his stubborn friend and he knew what stupid thoughts he was having. And he couldn't leave him in that shape. Could he?

Translation: "Will you come in already or do you wish to stand there for your whole life?"

"Chalo bhi beht bhi jao muh banana band kro or muja asa dakhna bhi band kro main handsome hun muja pata ha lakin tuma asa dakhna ki zarurat nai ha." This time Umer said plopping his head out of the window and making Yosaf look at him before he silently open the rear door, letting himself in.

So this was clear today, stupid friends can never let you have some self time. Yousaf admitted it there because this wasn't the first time. They have been doing these things rapidly.

Translation: "Oh come on get in, stop making pout, and also don't look at me like that I know I am handsome but still you don't have to look at me like that."

"Main tum sa zaida handsome hun chehra dakha ha kabi apna?" Zubair turned his head and glanced at Umer. A small smile formed over his lips which he hide it. Umer raised his eyebrow while scrolling over the phone and said.

Translation: "I am more handsome than you, have you ever seen your face."

"Dakha ha tabhi bool raha hun," He let out a muttered and moved his hand to put some songs on when...

Translation: "I have, that's why I am saying."

"Tumhara to demagh lagta ha bilkul he farig go gaya ha," Zubair slapped his hand and turned the music off, making Umer glare at him.

Translation: "I think your brain has stopped working at all."

"Main tuma maar dun ga Zubair! If you touch me again."

Translation: I will kill you Zubair."

"HA! Try me," Zubair chuckled as he smiled widely and glanced from the front mirror to glimpse at the person who was quiet this whole time. He let out a sigh and focus on the drive as the silence was filled with soft music.

Yousaf was silently staring out of the window while listening to their bickering thinking why the hell did he even come?

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End of Chapter One

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Chapter Two

Lahore:

 

Third-person POV...

 

Relaxing on his regular chair, he was waiting for his professor to come. Careless of all the students as he never bothered about paying attention to anyone. His face was blank with any emotion as he stared ahead blankly. His jaw clenched in irritation when he heard a gasping sound from behind him. Letting out a deep sigh he controlled himself to not say anything.

 

Biting his lower lip and he gripped his pen tightly to not let out any harsh words.

 

If something he hated the most, It was being stared at. He hated it when people stare at him. It would make him feel like his head was fuming in outrage.

 

Whispered could be heard about him from behind, about how attractive he was and how much they dreamed of talking to him and blah blah blah. He lowered his head and tapped his pen on the table recklessly. He let out a relieved sigh and thanked his 'Allah' when he saw his professor entering. There was a pin-drop silence for some moments.

 

'At least now they can shut up.' But he was wrong there and he knew it well. It was like every day that girls would gape at him all

 

the time, follow him, throw letters at him. Indeed he was an attractive man but there was no need to stare at him. Yes, they could glance at him but being stared at by many eyes! That was not acceptable. There should be a limit.

 

People had always commented that his best feature was his dusk blue eyes which looked deep and fierce. Every person in the university noticed all his slight movements like how he run his fingers through his hair. How he rubs his pointed nose when he was getting angry. And how he always bit his lips when he was focused on something.

 

He wanted to know why those girls had no self-respect of themselves. What would they get by commenting on him after every minute? But what else he could do other

 

than ignore them like constantly.

 

When the lecture was over he sat there in his chair writing down the important points while all the others were packing their stuff and moving out. He glanced up when he acknowledged that only a few people were left. Only then he lazily started to pack his bag.

 

He reached the cafeteria, letting his eyes fall over the place he and his friends always sit. He glimpsed around before forwarding towards where his friends were laughing crazily. Their voices were loudest in the cafeteria. His lip almost tugged up at the sight. I repeat almost! But he couldn't help clinching his jaw, today he was irritated by everything.

 

He quietly sit on the seat that was beside

 

his friends and began taking notice of their discussion.

 

"Arbaaz have you seen Cricket match from yesterday, it was awesome, I think this time Pakistan will go into the finals." He raised his eyebrow at his friend who almost jumped up on the table. Arbaaz shook his head before placing his backpack on the table and spoke in a bored tone.

 

"No, I can't trust them this much, they always embarrassed us. And the game is just starting, let's see what the outcomes are then celebrate." His lips formed a thin line as he suppressed his smile. He was just pulling their legs and it took them only a minute to jump on him. His eyes gleamed in amusement when he saw all his friends grunting at him making him

 

snicker.

 

"Uttering rubbish, and making us tremble in our seats is your ritual, we can never expect any positive note or something nice from this useless mouth of yours." One of his friends spoke out making Arbaaz wave his hand dismissing them. Smirking he crossed his legs before getting into a lazy position on the chair. He was not at all interested in that discussion anymore, a reality check was better than hoping for an abnormal win.

 

He looked around and checked at the students. Whom were doing foolish stuff, laughing and some were even screaming. It was always messy in this cafeteria. Getting up from his seat when a thought crossed his mind.

 

"I will be right back." He only uttered when his friends called him from behind.

 

 

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Momina Pov:

 

 

I poked my nails into the stranger's hand as I struggled to get myself free. He tighten his grip over my mouth as his other hand went over my hijab my eyes widened in panic. 'Ya Allah' My heart skipped a beat in fear. As I brought my hands up and grabbed his hair tightly and pulled them roughly.

 

He yelped as he griped lost over me, giving me enough time to swing my bag over and hit him as hard as I could on his face. He

 

was not ready for this counter so he stumbled back. Hitting him with my bag one more time on his head, making him fall to the ground. I took that as a chance to escape and raced out of the room. Wiping the tears as I walked fast in the empty hallway. Whatever happened was beyond my imagination. I never expected something like this would happen today.

I stopped to calm myself down a little as my heart was shuttering in fear. But, then I heard rushing footsteps making me peek behind, only for my eyes to widen when I saw that stranger boy who, a few minutes ago grabbed me out of nowhere harshly and pulled me into a random classroom.

 

I swear I did nothing I was just finding my maths class since it was my first day in the university. Praying for protection I humped in disbelief. Who was he? Why was he

 

doing this?

 

Breaking into a run, I took a left and disappeared into the large and bustling crowd of rushing students before I reached the bathrooms. I skid to a halt outside the two doors and knew I had to make a choice. Either go into the women's bathroom where I, a woman belonged, or step into the men's bathroom where a woman definitely didn't belong.

 

'Oh my Allah, this is going to be a harsh situation and a lot embarrassing.'

 

I heard the familiar voice, making me go panic and I spurted into the men's bathroom. I took a big breath in my lungs when I saw that no one was there making me thank my 'Allah' again. I peeked through the door with my hand on my

 

heart only to see that shameless boy going into the girl's bathroom, with a victorious smirk without any hesitation thinking I might be there.

 

My mouth fell open at that at... h-how could he just go in there for god's sake that was gi...

 

Girlish screams and a lot of curses suddenly started coming making me hold back the snicker. I forget at that moment that some boy just tried to force himself on me.

 

I was about to step out of the men's bathroom to hide somewhere else when that boy rushed out of the girl's bathroom and turned toward the men's bathroom. Panic, my heart was about to jump out of my mouth. I rushed back into the

 

bathroom into the nearest stall that was half opened and closed the door. Leaning my head closer I placed my ear against the door to hear any sound. Noticing a shuffle behind me my eyes went to my side when I saw something moving, only to see another person. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to scream when he cut me off by placing his hands over my lips making me stare at him in disbelief.

 

There stood a boy with beautiful tan skin, a straight pointed nose, and dark brown eyebrows that matched his tousled hair knotted in confusion as he stared down at me. With a mix of disbelief and shock in his blue eyes. What on earth was happening today?

 

Blinking my eyes in disbelief, I suddenly realized our position and pushed him away

 

from me wanting a little gap since he was standing close to me. I corrected my hijab and my glasses and then looked at him. He maybe was questioning my whole existence right then.

 

"Women's bathroom is on the right." Was the first thing he spoke out in his not-so-soft voice, making my gaze snap up at him before I looked away. My heart was still beating fast, and a shiver of fear ran down my body. I could feel the sweat on my back in alarm from that situation.

 

I uncomfortably shift on my other foot before adjusting my glasses again. "I- I... Am hiding from someone." I whispered barely already embarrassed because of the situation. Rubbing my forehead with my fingers, my mind stopped working. I was looking at the door to hear a voice

 

from outside and was also alert because of the man standing beside me.

 

He stayed quiet and didn't move from his place. I felt his stare at me, very quietly like he was trying to figure me out. Like I was some sort of puzzle that he wanted to solve. I was nothing but a fool at that moment.

 

Suddenly the door opened to the men's room making my eyes widen as I stuck my breath. My heart thumped in my chest as I stared pleadingly at the person who was standing in the corner. The sound of every stall being opened made me nearly faint. I unconsciously grabbed blue eyes boy's shirt. It was like a ticking clock of my impending doom as his footsteps drew nearer to our stall.

 

Panic rose in my skin as I tighten my grip on my bag.

 

My breath stuck in my throat when footsteps stopped right in front of our stall. I bite my lower lips and glimpse at the blue eyes boy only to be taken back because of the sudden shadowed look on his face. I gulped down the knot that was forming in my throat when...

 

"I know you are in there cutie, come out now." I cringed at the voice and glanced again at the blue-eyed boy whose jaw clenched. By the look on his face, I knew he was getting angry.

 

"There is no girl here." I shivered in panic hearing his voice from behind me. The boy in the stall with me called out making rumbling laughter erupt from the other

 

side. As I take a step back from the door, fear slowly started to fill in me.

 

"Oh really? Why don't you then come out and let me see?"

 

The blue-eyed boy looked at me making me bite my lips in anxiety as I shook my head slowly. I was not ready to face him. The boy who was standing right outside of our stall banged on the door hardly making me flinch.

 

"Come out right now or else...."

 

"Or else what?" The blue eyes boy opened the door abruptly and stood right in front of that stranger boy hiding me behind him. His hands were forming into a fist as he grabbed the stranger boy's collar. I slowly stepped out of the stall and stared at him

 

in shock. His posture was stiff as he held the collar of the stranger boy while his jaw was tight clenched and his eyes hard making me let out a breath as I looked down. My heart started to beat fast as I suddenly feared his state. I have never felt this type of energy coming from anyone. And here I could feel that his anger was growing every second.

 

"Ar-Arbaaz?!" His face paled. He looked so small in front of him, like some teenager in front of an adult.

 

"What Arbaaz?." His voice was so harsh that I had to step back too.

 

"I-I-...."

 

"You were just saying something a second ago..." The boy whose name was Arbaaz

 

spoke again. And at that, I wanted to run away from him too.

 

"I, I wa-wasn't I swear please." He fell on his back when Arbaaz shoved him away like he was nothing. Abruptly standing up he took no second and ran out of the bathroom.

 

Arbaaz stared at the place where the stranger boy was standing. His hands were shaking making me take a step back again. My heart still beating fast as I tried to breathe normally.

 

He turned around and I held my breath when he said. I felt like, I was not even allowed to breathe in his presence.

 

"Be careful next time, I won't be here to save you again."

 

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End of chapter two.

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