Semua Bab His Imposed : Bab 11 - Bab 20

She shoots a soft slap on Kashaan’s shoulder. “I think we need to teach some games to these juniors,” Emaad said with a smirk. “Fun time,” said Haeem said. "Wait, we should not," said Zain, concerned, while looking at Saliha who was laughing. She had no idea he was looking at her. "Oh come on, it won't hurt a thing," said Haeem. They got up and walked towards the table where Saliha and Hania were sitting with the others. “Hey,” Emaad said in a deep voice with a smirk. Saliha's smile disappeared. She always found this boy mysterious, especially his intense green eyes. “Hey, you are the guy from last night?” asked Kashaan, and got up from his chair and shook hands with Emaad. Emaad shook his hand coldly. “Well, I am her senior,” he said while pointing at Hunza. “Yeah, she informed me about you,” said Kahsaan, smirking. He smirked in return and sat on an empty chair. “Well, I heard she is very fond of dogs,” Emaad said while looking at her. She looked up at him and clenched h

Dear Diary My life has become a dry spell. I don’t know what I want. I am not a moody bitch, neither am I a badass. I was a good girl, so still, I am a good girl. I am tired of playing victim. I know, I know life has led me here, but I don't know one thing, why I could not satisfy this society, not this society, but any society. Maybe I don’t belong to any society. I belong to no one. I am me, a person who has got nothing but space in her. A voice in my mind says so, Saliha, no one is responsible for your actions, no one but you. Do I? Whenever I make myself calm by telling myself so, I feel like a rebel, but can slaves be subversive? They do? Here my thoughts got stuck. I don’t know what it is, I know what my thoughts are for. I feel like I am under his damn power, I feel like he is snatching me away from my very own self. I, Saliha Roman Ali Gardezi, am not even allowed to keep his name with me. Why does it matter to me? It is because, since the beginning, I have loved him, since th

He was driving expressionlessly. She always felt when he was around that she was sitting on some blocks of ice.She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. His expression was cold, light brown hair had fallen on his forehead and his intense blue eyes were on the road. He looked as if he was a perfect sculpture.“Have you done staring?” he asked in a deep voice. She looked away instantly. Her heart was beating fast.He stopped the car, and she came back to her senses. He was not looking at her.“Do you need an invitation?” he asked. She looked at him confused. “Get out of my car,” he said.She looked around to see if they were in the college parking area. She did not realize that he was this fast.Idiot.She opened the door from her side and got out, walking slowly towards the entrance.He stared at her for a while, but she didn't look at him. He inhaled and started the car again.“Hey Saliha,” he was about to take a turn when he heard a deep hoarse voice.He looked in that direction

“I, I need to go,” she said and walked away. “Okay, see you tomorrow,” said Hania.She took a deep breath of relief that no one was going to harass her anymore.She was walking towards the college's gates ; she knew he was very pissed off. She hid that she was being teased by a boy at college despite the fact he told her she had no right to keep a private life. The devil was indeed clever. She was walking slowly on the street when a car stopped by her.She recognized his brand-new black Camaro with the same black no-see-through window glass. He did not pull down the glass and was continuously pressing the horn. She walked towards the car, and he opened the door for her. She gulped because she knew this was not good.She got in. He was wearing vacant expressions. She was sitting quietly looking out of window, calm outside but panicked inside. He started the car’s engine and put it on race.She was avoiding looking at him. There was an ambient silence in between them.“How long have you

“What happened, Saliha? Why do you look so upset?” asked Hunza. “I have seen you upset for ages,” she was concerned. She was placing her books in the college's locker. Saliha was looking for her books, but she was unable to find them. Saliha was at the age of frustration. She needed a friend to tell. She took a deep breath and told her everything. “What?” Hunza claps her hand on her mouth. “Yeah and he has been teasing me for weeks,” she said, exhausted. “That’s why you looked so upset when going with that prick?” asked Hunza. “Yeah,” she nodded. “And why did that boy beat him?” asked Hunza. “Do you know that guy?” she asked. Hunza was unable to see Roman's face that day. She felt her heart drop to the stomach. “No, I don’t know him, maybe because of some personal reasons he beat him,” she said, looking away. Hunza opened her mouth to say something when someone came to sit beside her. She looked at him instantly and her expression turned stone. “How are you to Saliha?” asked