Chapter 2 The Truth

Anaaya entered the class and without talking with anyone, she sat on the chair of the last row. Today was her first day at the university but she wasn't feeling a little happy.

As the time of the lecture approached, a big crowd of girls and boys entered the class. She just rolled her eyes after feeling some boys' gaze on her. From her personality, she looks like a rich girl.

"My name is Zaviyaar Khan. You can call me professor. Other than that, I don't like any name. I don't like any fun or misbehaviour in the class. If anyone tries to, then later on he/she won't take the class. Let's start the session today with the introduction of the subject." Zaviyaar folded the cuffs of his arms and powered on his laptop. Along with it, he connected his laptop to the projector.

Slight noises of whispers were circulating in the class.

"Thug..." Anaaya's eyes widened as she saw him. The word abruptly left out of her mouth. Her eyes abruptly went to his waistcoat from where he took out his gun.

On her murmuring in a low voice, the girl, sitting beside her, eyed her with a strange look.

"What?" Anaaya solemnly asked the girl as she looked at her.

"You, stand up...." Zaviyaar gestured towards Anaaya. It felt to him she was talking with the girl sitting beside her. Zaviyaar quickly recognised her as she stood up.

Anaaya immediately caught a feeling of fear as she felt everyone was looking at her. She already knew that Zaviyaar was gesturing towards her, that's why she stood up, squeezing her lips.

"Yes...." She asked him with a grin tone.

"Read the slide which I displayed now." She tightly fisted her hands as she heard Zaviyaar. She was finding it a bit difficult to read. She wetted her lips and looked at the slide.

She felt all the words were intermingling with each other. Because of nervousness, her palms turned sweaty.

"I...it....it...." Her tongue wasn't helping her in speaking. She felt like thorns were piercing in her throat. She wasn't looking like the confident girl she was a while earlier. She can listen to the slight giggling sound of girls around her.

"Instead of moving your tongue if you focused on what I am teaching you then you won't have to face this difficulty. Now, sit down and shut your mouth." The words of Zaviyaar erupted fire inside of her. How can she endure to face her insult that's why she stomped her foot and taking her books, she went out.

Zaviyaar just clenched his lips the way she left his class. But again he started delivering his lecture.

"What does he think of himself? Mighty professor, huh just go to hell....!" To calm herself, she sat on the bench built on one side of the lawn.

"The thug..... I will also take avenge of this insult." She said, spoiling her face and attaching her cell phone to the air pods, she started listening to the music.

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She was feeling discomfort as she came back from the university. Never in her life, had she ever felt peace living in this home. If Shehroz and Hira were not staying in this house, then up till now she would have taken a grave step to leave this house.

"Anaaya, lunch is ready. Take lunch before going to your room." She harshly squeezed her lips as she heard the voice of Zainab.

"I'm not feeling hungry." She said and was about to climb upstairs when Zainab came near her.

"Aren't you listening to me? I told you to take your lunch before going to your room. You both sister and brother are the curse of my life." She was not astonished after listening to the words of Zainab because she was used to listening to her taunts since her childhood. The poison of her words, which she was filling her innocent mind by hiding from everyone else, was now running in her nerves.

Zainab harshly grabbed her by arm turning her towards herself. Anaaya looked at her with stern eyes. She was feeling her fingers boring in her arms.

With a jerk, Anaaya released her arm from her grip.

"My brother has come back if he knew how you are treating me, he would make your condition worse than your that greedy sister." The anger and tone of Anaaya's language badly surprised Zainab. She was shocked after listening to her.

Tssshhhh

Zainab abruptly raised her hand and left its imprint on her face. Anaaya was standing standstill putting her hand on her face.

"How dare you raise your hand on Anaaya...!" Zainab bewildered after listening to the voice of Shehroz on her back.

"It doesn't happen for the first time that you are asking her." She met her eyes with Zainab's eyes and saying harshly, she climbed the stairs and went to her room.

"I will talk with your husband later on but if you dare to think about raising your hand again on my sister then I will forget who you are. Learn to control your hands and mouth. Otherwise, I know how to crush it as it's my hobby." Very hardly, he was controlling his anger. Otherwise, he really wants to choke the throat of this woman, who, don't know for how long, was raising her hand on her.

"Y....y.... you can't talk with me like that." She shouted at him.

"Keep your voice low. I didn't permit my wife to stand in my house and talk with me in a loud voice. Then in comparison with her, you don't hold any importance for me." After listening to the cold voice of Shehroz and sensing the matter getting worse, fuming in anger, she ran to her room.

Shehroz wants to talk with Anaaya but he has to go back to the office for an important meeting which is awaiting him, that's why he has to go out, unwillingly.