“We met like fire meets gasoline.”
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The rain had finally calmed into a light drizzle, and Shireen and I were walking along the side of the road, balancing our umbrellas like struggling clowns.
Honestly?
Mera mood bohot theek tha.
For once.
But of course…
A black SUV came rolling from behind, fast enough to disturb the puddle beside us.
Before I could even blink....
SPLASH.
Cold, muddy water attacked my entire left side like I owed it money.
I froze.
Shireen froze.
The whole world froze.
“…Tuba?” Shireen whispered, terrified for her own safety.
I slowly turned toward the car, my jaw hanging somewhere around my knees.
“ARE. YOU. SERIOUS???”
I yelled, my voice echoing on the empty road.
The SUV didn’t stop.
It hesitated for a second, like the driver realised he did something stupid, and then it stopped a few feet ahead.
“Oh he’s stopping,” Shireen whispered. “Tuba, go easy.”
“EASY??” I hissed. “LOOK at me.”
Before she could stop me, I marched straight towards the car.
I banged on the tinted window. Muddy water still flowing over my neck.
“HELLO??”
“ARE YOU BLIND??”
The window slowly rolled down.
And my soul?
Left my body.
Returned.
Left again.
HIM.
THE SAME JERK FROM YESTERDAY.
His eyes flicked up at me, first confused… then slightly widening in recognition… then narrowing.
“You??” he said.
I blinked at him.
Then blinked again.
“YOU???” I pointed at myself, then at the mud on me. “Of course it’s you. Who else has this much bad timing?”
He stared.
Long.
Silent.
Almost offended.
“I didn’t see you,” he said flatly.
Didn't see me? Am I invisible or what?
I marched up to the window, my temper flaring. "Aap ko gaadi chalane ki tameez nahi hai toh kyu chalate hain aap?"
He didn't even blink. He just leaned out, mirroring my glare with effortless cool. "Aur aap ko road par chalne ki tameez nahi hai toh ghar par kyu nahi baithti aap?"
The audacity. My jaw actually dropped for a second, but I didn't back down.
"Aap ko baat karne ki tameez nahi hai toh chup kyu nahi rehte aap!"
Shireen whispered from behind me, “Tuba, breathe-”
“NO.”
I turned back to the car.
“You drove like it’s your baap ka-”
He cut me. “ I dare to you to complete the line and I’ll drop you inside the puddle next time.”
My breath got stuck in my throat.
This man.
This man was picking fights in the rain while I looked like a soaked potato?
Unbelievable.
“Excuse me?? I’m not afraid of you, okay? Ek din kharab karke sukoon nahi mila, jo baar-baar takra rahe ho?” I said, arms crossed, chest tight with irritation.
He shrugged casually, as if the world revolved around him.
“To dekh ke chalna tha na. It’s not my fault if you’re walking on the same side as me.”
I almost rolled my eyes so hard I thought they’d get stuck. WHAT does he think of himself??
Meanwhile, the girl beside him and Shireen were trying to calm things down. As if I’d step back. HA!
“Say sorry,” I demanded, crossing my arms even tighter.
He chuckled.
Was it… a joke? Does his input-output even match? Or his brain actually wired differently?
“Indeed, you are very funny. Apologize? Me???”
I grit my teeth. Every word from him was a spark to my temper.
Oh, how I hated him.
I jerked Shireen’s hand, dragging her a little away from the chaos.
“You really think rules don’t apply to you??”
“Only the useless ones,” he said casually, a lazy shrug, but I caught the slight twitch of his jaw. Pride. Always pride.
I stepped closer, pointing a finger at him. “Careful. Pride looks good only until it burns.”
His chuckle… Ugh. That smirk tugged at something I hated, something I didn’t want to feel.
“Then you must be on fire already,” he replied, smirking again, eyes gleaming like he actually enjoyed the fight.
HOW DARE HE?
He started turning back, probably thinking the show was over, when my words stopped him cold.
“I said apologize,” I said, voice firm, unflinching, heart pounding like a drum.
His dark eyes locked onto mine. His smirk faded into something more serious, more dangerous.
“You really want to fight with me?” he asked, husky, low, tone dipping like a blade.
“No. I want to destroy everything you think you can control,” I replied, raising an eyebrow, letting a small, sharp grin play on my lips.
I watched his jaw tighten. Eyes getting dark. He couldn’t win against me, and oh… how I reveled in that.
Before he could reply, the girl beside him yanked him back forcefully, Shireen tugging me away.
But his eyes didn’t leave me.
Mine didn’t leave him.
A small sigh escaped him, lips twitching into a ghost of a smile.
“Wildcat…” he murmured, sliding into the car.
“Jerk…” I muttered under my breath, loud enough for him to hear.
And yes… his eyes flicked to mine in the side mirror.
Yes. He saw it.
Yes. I meant it.
What a… terrible evening.
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Tuba stormed into the house, still muttering curses under her breath about that man on the road. She didn’t even notice her mother standing in the living room.
“How was your day?” Zubaida asked, smiling warmly.
Her warmth made Tuba pause for a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the fight lingering in her mind.
“Are you okay?” Zubaida asked again, her voice gentle but tinged with worry.
“I… I don’t know. Just had a fight with someone on the road,” Tuba replied, shrugging.
Zubaida’s smile faltered. Her eyes widened, tension creeping into her expression. “How? With whom? Are you hurt?”
Tuba held up her mud-stained clothes and neck, letting her mother take in the evidence. Zubaida covered her mouth instinctively, worry written all over her face.
“Don’t worry. I showed him his place,” Tuba reassured, relaxing slightly as she caught the worried look in Zubaida’s eyes.
Her gaze wandered across the room and landed on the shopping bags piled neatly on the sofa. “Did you go shopping today? But… wasn’t it raining? How did you get back?” she asked.
“Relax, relax,” Zubaida said, handing her a glass of water. “A gentleman showed up today and dropped me home. I even invited him inside.”
Tuba replied, her mind flicking to the memory of that man.
“And I met a man today too. A madman. Totally insane. Huh.” She placed the glass on the table with a dramatic thud, letting her frustration echo in the room.
Zubaida exhaled slowly, trying to mask her concern.
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The rain had slowed to a drizzle, leaving streaks of mud on the roads, but my focus wasn’t on the weather. It was on the faint echo of her voice, the sharpness that refused to leave my mind.
I clenched the steering wheel tighter. Who in their right mind talked to me like that? Me, Haider Malik?
I could feel a smirk threatening to form, but I pushed it down. No. Not now. Not here.
Then she jerked into my vision again. Mud splashed across her clothes, and she spun around, eyes blazing with something… defiance.
I exhaled, casual, effortless, shrugging because wasn't it her problem she happened to be walking where I was driving. She thinks she’s in control?
Mirla tried to pull me away, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My eyes were glued to her. She wasn’t afraid. Not in the slightest. That fire… it fascinated me, irritated me, annoyed me. Everything about her pulled at something I didn’t even know existed.
And when she crossed her arms, demanding an apology, I couldn’t stop the chuckle. Her world doesn’t compute with mine.
But the way she held my gaze? That was something else. Something dangerous. Something I couldn’t look away from.
I leaned back slightly, murmuring under my breath, almost as if testing her:
“Wildcat…”
The word slipped out before I could stop it, and something told me she heard it. Good, I said to make sure she hears it. I smirked inside.
I slid into the car, finally, but my eyes didn’t leave her. She stood there, arms crossed, jaw tight, fury practically radiating off her.
And then… I heard it.
“Jerk…”
Her voice, sharp and clear, carried across the distance, and I caught it perfectly in my side mirror. My lips twitched. Damn, she meant it.
Her words still echoed in my mind when suddenly…
“Haider! Ghar aa gya!”
Miral’s voice broke through my thoughts like a splash of cold water. We had reached home. The driveway, the familiar gate… everything grounded me back into the present.
I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. Wildcat. That word, that moment, it wouldn’t leave me.
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Tuba came downstairs after a peaceful bath. She noticed Zubaida smiling while talking on the phone. Just as Zubaida disconnected, Tuba couldn’t help her curiosity.
“What happened, Ammi?” she asked, leaning in.
Zubaida approached, cupping her face with a warm smile.
“Tomorrow… your marriage is going to be fixed. Mera bachha itna bada ho gaya,” she said, pressing a gentle kiss on Tuba’s crown.
Wedding… fixed???
With him???
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