Daastan E Ishq - داستانِ عشق

انا.

Anaa.. (ego)^^

The plot for this story was given to me by saherdar. I hope you all like it. I have changed it a little so I hope I just satisfy each and everyone of you.

"Look miss show off is here"

"She looks as though she owns this place"

"Baap ke paise pe ayashi karrahi hai"
(All she does is show off her daddy's money)

Whispers started as soon as a sleek black RangeRover rolled in the university's parking lot. It drove over to the VIP parking area, reserved for the high class students of this university.

A foot claded in black ankle heel boots came out as a girl stepped out of it. Her black hair swished in the air as she shut the door and swung her bag on her shoulder. Hands stuffed in the pockets of her jeans, hair tied in a high ponytail and eyes covered by shades.

She swiftly walked by the whispering crowd and into the vast ground of her university. Curious, jealous and lustful gazes followed her as an aura of power and dominance emitted off of her. Her confident strides made even the bulkiest of guys to feel a shiver run down their spines.

Huda Osmani. A name that left it's mark wherever it was said or heard. A girl who held her head high and burned her opponents with just a flicker of her gaze. Perfection was her robe and wealth was her crown.

There wasn't a single thing on this earth that she couldn't have. You name it she has it. From designer cloths, to vast majority of estates, Huda Osmani had everything on her palm.

The day and lectures went by with a hundred new rumors taking birth related to her.

"Did you know she has an affair with the principal's son"

"I heard she's even pregnant with his child"

she had an urge to laugh at this one. This is a new one and amusing. She went back to her phone listening to nothing in particular but still having her airpods in to ignore people.

Whispers surrounded her, sometimes she thinks how much time these people actually have. Sometimes she wishes she could be the one amongst them not the one being addressed, sighing she walked to the last lecture of her day,

"You're late again Miss Osmani" her professor said. Her eyes followed the deep voice that had acknowledged her. Her onyx eyes clashed with his rich brown ones, that looked at her coldly. Rolling her eyes she walked inside the doors ignoring his handsome self like he never existed.

She leisurely walked into the classroom as if she owned this whole university. Wide and curious eyes of her classmates followed her every movement. His deep brown eyes scrutinized her tall frame as she walked inside the classroom and striding to her seat.

"You should be happy that I'm here atleast" she said waving the young man off and walking to the very end of first row taking her seat. He stared at her for a good minute trying to atleast burn her with his gaze but who can burn Satan who's made of fire himself.

"You should keep that tongue in check miss Osmani" he said coldly, most of the students flinched inwardly at the iciness that coated his words. Indeed tones do wonders to simple words.

"Wasn't the lecture getting delayed earlier. Professor" she said settling down at her place looking at him smugly.

He stared at her for what felt like ages but were mere seconds. He broke the eyes contact seeing her not backing down and leaning back in her seat without giving a damn about anything.