Morning passed, and it was evening now. Guests were in the house.
Iyaara was lying on her bed, keeping her hands on her face. Tears were making her pillow wet. His words had stabbed her heart and her soul.

"Yeh thappad mere mun par nhi, mere dil pe pada hai."

(This slap didn't land on my face; it hit my heart.) She thought, crying with hiccups.

Her mother came into her room.

"Utho Iyaara, kapde toh pehen lo, mehmaan aaye hue hain ghar mein."
(Get up, Iyaara, at least wear some clothes. There are guests in the house.) Her mother said, standing with her hands on her hips, pulling the blanket away from her.

"Ammi, mera sar dard kar raha hai, maine kaha na."
(Mom, I told you, my head is hurting.) She replied carelessly and covered her face with the duvet, hiding the sadness that was killing her from the inside, but she couldn't share it with her mother.

"Mujhe nhi pata, tumhe kapde pehenkar niche aana hai. Tumhari Tai tumhara puch rahi hai." (I don't care, you have to get dressed and come downstairs. Your aunt is asking for you.) She ordered, taking her clothes out from the cupboard.

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After her mother had left, Iyaara went into Iyaan's room. She saw him wearing a formal outfit a white shirt and black coat. He looked so handsome that she got lost in him.
When Iyaan noticed her standing at the door, he asked angrily,

"Yaha kya kar rahi ho? Kisse puch kar aayi ho yaha?"
(What are you doing here? Who gave you permission to come here?)

"Mujhe aapse baat karni hai."
(I want to talk to you.) Iyaara said with hopeful eyes.

"Lekin main koi bakwas nahi sunna chahta."
(But I don't want to listen to any nonsense.) Iyaan said, and was about to leave the room when Iyaara held his hand.

"Par aapko meri baat sunni hogi."
(But you have to listen to me.) Iyaara said, blocking his way at the door.

"Hato mere raaste se."
(Move out of my way.) He said dismissively.

"Nahi." (No.) She replied without budging.

"Dekho, Iyaara, tum yeh sab cheezon ke liye bohot choti ho."
(Look, Iyaara, you're too young for these things.) Iyaan tried to calmly explain.

"Aapko nahi pata, main aapse pyar karti hoon." (You don't understand, I love you.) Iyaara screamed.

She was irritating and annoying, as always. Her voice was so loud that the guests downstairs in the hall could hear it.

Iyaan glared at her and, in anger, grabbed her face in his palm aggressively.

"Tum duniya ki aakhri larki hogi, tab bhi tumse kabhi pyar nahi karunga."

(Even if you were the last girl in the world, I would still never love you.) He said with disgust.

Iyaan pushed her away.

This time, he slapped her five times without stopping.

His eyes were red, and this time, they were filled with tears.

His hatred was mixed with sorrow.

Iyaara was too weak to handle the pain, and she fell to the floor.

But he didn't care.

Iyaara didn't know what she was saying.

She was too young to understand love, and she lacked self-respect.

But Iyaan had it, and he cared about his reputation.

So, he left her lying on the floor and walked out.