3 Magical Words : I Hate You

She was standing on the balcony of her three-story house for relaxing in the calm pink season. The girl with beautiful and confident black eyes, rosy cheeks, smily face was pursuing het third year of  doctorate in physics, but still unmarried and not even involved with someone. Everyone knows the reason, which is her love for physics and for her dearest Newton.

One, two, three, tiny drops of water started falling and increased the beauty of the evening. She smiled unwillingly and praise God for his almightiness. She was in white Kurti and jeans with a scarf around her face, which increases the glow of her face - she knew that. She was a practicing Muslim girl who always carries a scarf with her, which never degraded her personality as she thought that it is the quality of a human that matters more than looks.

She was successful in relaxing herself and was turning towards her room but suddenly stopped. She saw two pigeons were sitting in the nest on the window of her house. She loves pigeons and regularly watches them from her balcony. One of the pigeons flew back in the street and she tried to follow it with her eyes, but she got stunned, wind has stopped, water drops hanged midway to the ground, her heart stopped pumping and she felt no breathing. It was the only face she never wanted to see. The beautiful pink evening took her 12 years back in a small classroom of the third floor of a wide and large secondary school with a crowded playground.

She was sitting at the first bench of the middle row, hairs folded in ribbon, mischievous smile, monitor's batch on the upper pocket, and all naughty planning in the eyes was completing her assignment in recess just to get extra time to play.

"Oh my god ! How could I forget it ". She screamed and stood up like an alarming clock and turned back to the last bench of the same row.

"Monnet, Monnet can you please accompany me to the ground." She came to Monnet's bench and asked her.

"What is the matter". Monnet replied. "Jihan called me in the recess time and only 10 minutes are remaining," She said while looking at her watch.

"I am not interested in meeting him . I don't like him at all ". Monnet replied indifferently.

"Please Monnet for my sake" She closed her lunch box and took Monnet with herself.

"Hey Arabia".

She recognized the voice and stopped. A dashing, smart boy with all seriousness in his eyes was standing in front of him.

Looking at his watch " It's 11:30, is it your recess.

Neither his voice nor smartness, but his attitude killed her every time. He was the only living being in the world who can keep this shutter box off, but she never showed it to him or to anyone.

"Whatever, come to the point." She replied carelessly.

Jihan moved his eyes to the tall and beautiful girl of yellow skin tone, cunning smile, dimples, standing quietly beside Arabia.

"Let's meet after school in the coffee shop." He said to Arabia

"Okay," She replied.

"Why are you going to meet her ?" On the way to the classroom, Monnet asked Arabia.

"Hey come on, he is my friend " She replied.

"Ya he is, but for me, he is nothing more than a silly boy."

"Ya he is, but not that much ".She replied with a smile.

They moved into the class but Arabia was still there on the stairs. When he said that he wants to talk to her. This was not the first time that he wanted to share something but this time Arabia has feelings, some feelings of heart, which she never showed to Jihan or to anyone. But now, she was considering that it would be a proposal for her. She was correct, it was a proposal but not for her.

"Come on Jihan let's complete your conversation never seen you so nervous . Take a deep breath and tell me the matter ".They were standing at the door of the coffee shop with their bags on their back. Jihan did not say anything for half an hour and his silence increase the excitement of Arabia.

"I am in love, Arabia"., finally admitted "I am in love" that was the happiest moment for her, which has changed to worst, immediately

"I love Monnet I really love her "shock suppresses, grief everything came together to tease Arabia, but nope she was the most popular and admirable girl

She was a girl with straight forward attitude and an independent personality "Are u crazy or just wanna from Monmet". she replied.

She drags all the emotion and gets back to the platform.

" Actually I was crazy that I came here to listen to you. Monmet will never get involved with you or with anyone it's better to destroy your dreams with your own hands, understand". She scolded him and went back home. She would never get affected by these things. This did not love but an attraction and the chapter closed, Arabia thought, but she didn't know the chapter was started then. She neither told anything to Monnet nor supported Jihan. The three spent time together without showing their actual feelings to each other. The heart is the deepest chamber in the world and Arabia was gifted with a cool and mature heart with great tensile strength. She could hold many secrets in her heart and can reveal them whenever required, at the perfect time, perfect moment, same she did that evening.

The school organized an annual day function in the evening. An evening full of lights, joy, fun, and tragedy. The three were standing near the stage working as volunteers, especially Arabia, who was roaming here and there but her mind was stuck at the moment. Monnet was standing with Jihan. Monnet started talking to Jihan, surely for the sake of Arabia, but Arabia was not happy with this.

She saw them laughing, talking and enjoying themselves with each other. Arabia thought that they both moved too far, and her patience got broken. She took Monnet along with her to the make-up room and told about the proposal of Jihan and the real reason for the frank behavior of Jihan towards her. Monnet, as expected, got disturbed. The next morning, Monnet complained to the principal ma'am. Arabia and Monnet were good students, principally supported them. Jihan was scolded. This was the turnover of the friendship of Arabia and Jihan. She stopped talking to Jihan.....Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, she heard his voice but for the first time, she ignored him with full arrogance. This was when their friendship ended. This was the last year of Jihan in the school. He enrolled in some other school. Arabia didn't know why and she actually didn't want to know.

Where the pigeon flew, when the rain stopped, Arabia didn't know. She was still standing on the balcony, looking at Jihan and Jihan was also looking at her. He smiled, his remarkable smile with ego, tease, and arrogance. But Arabia didn't. She would definitely smile when she met her old friend or colleague if that incident didn't happen.

It was her last year in school. She was standing in the corridor, waiting for her friend who has not finished her exam. She did it about a half-hour before and there were few students in the corridor.

"Arabia". Vernika patted her shoulder. Vernika was the second monitor of their class.

"Yeah, how was the exam," Arabia asked.

"Exam.....it was fine. Actually, I have a message for you ."Vernika replied.

"What? "She asked seriously. Vernika was not a girl from whom she was expecting a serious message but still she asked her.

"Do you remember Jihan, Jihan Khurana ." She asked her.

" Ya (how could I forget him ). What happened to him, Is he dead?" She asked interestedly."Oh no, he is alive and wants to meet you, ".She replied with a smile.

"Okay, I will meet him in the coffee shop, inform him".She replied. She didn't want to tell the matter to Vernika. She decided to meet Jihan as she did before.

She went to the shop and Jihan was standing at the door of the shop with a group of rubbish boys. She saw he was looking at her, but he didn't say anything, not even called her. She crossed the shop but he didn't say anything. If he wanted to meet him, he had to call her as he did three years back. She went back home, thinking about that foolish guy. She prepared a script for Vernika who fixed such a worthless meeting. What the hell he was expecting from Arabia, that Arabia the head girl of the school went to meet her, she talked her in front of all boys, same as other girls do. Arabia was a responsible girl and responsibilities are not taken but are earned . The next day, after the exam, she met Vernika at the same place. She started her conversation by asking the reason of their meeting. But the answeer was completely shocking.

"He wants to say you something," Vernika said.

"What ?" she asked

"That he loves you! "

Deep inside, something drowned, her heart, feelings, emotions, she didn't get. Did she heard correctly, that's all he wanted to say. It might be a good thing for any other girl but not for Arabia.

"I am not going to meet him".This was all she could say.

But she went to the shop, again crossed him, same way but with different feelings. He misses underestimated her. What does he think of himself, huh? Was she waiting for his proposal?. She was Arabia Salaar, who would never wait for such a boy- the rubbish personality. He might be intelligent, stylish, dashing but not impressive for Arabia. Looks and likes are two different things. He might look good but she didn't like him.

Now, standing on the balcony during the beautiful sunset of spring, Arabia wish that she could stand in front of him, holding his hand, looking at his eyes, and say

I HATE YOU