'Every boy is a player, Until...
He meets his true one'
...
"Come on Inaya! You just have to pretend" he whines trying his best to convince the girl.
"Pretending also comes under the category of lying" he rolls his eyes till the back of his head if...
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Zaarib's pov
Have you ever felt under pressure, stress, strain, force, anxiety, hostility, uneasiness everything at once? If you didn't then thank Allah because that is what I am feeling now. And it is the most ugliest feeling one could ever feel.
Not everyone feel less stressed walking around the room but In my case it's helping, time to time glancing at my wrist and wall clock I wait for the only person to come so I could at least breathe and calm Eventhough I know she will do everything other than calming me down, yet my desperate ass who is used to her is waiting for her.
Everyone looks like my enemy today even the damn time, who is moving like a snail.
Zaarib darling calm down calm the fuck down, you're a grown-up Man and you need to act like one, stop freaking out!
I breathed out calming my raising heart down, anxiety taking over me as my mom's words rings in my mind. Again and again.
My head snapped towards the door where a knock was heard, In slow-motion the door opens or maybe I am hallucinating but there stood my hope, my anxiety reliever.
I do not waste time taking a look at her but rush towards her to hold her wrist and pull her towards me and away from the door so I could shut it close.
Shutting the door close the first thing I do is seek for her warmth, Eventhough I am taller than a head hight compared to her yet her hugs are really curing.
She takes me into her embrace, rubbing my back and the only thing I want to do now is sob out loudly. As childish as it sounds, this girl has the power to take out the child in me.
"Inaya" I breathed out not leaving her but suffocating her in my arms "Calm down what happened?" She ruffles my hair, her voice filled with worry and confusion but still as smooth as honey.
I do not reply but feel my heart calming down on it's own. She gently pulls away and takes my hand in hers and brings me towards my bed.
She makes herself comfortable, with her back resting against the headboard and then pats her side asking me to join but I lay down with my head on her lap earning a chuckle from her.
I want someone to comfort me now and I know only she can do that.
"Can you open your mouth? What's wrong tell me? Why are you sulking like a kid?" That was rude. I glare at the rude girl who shrugs. I am here all broken after hearing that my mom is trying to snatch my freedom away and this girl here is being rude.
