The Untainted
Chapter Four
"Can I have your number? I'd like us to be friends."
The words still hung between them when Rihannat froze slightly.
Basit noticed the shift in her posture immediately — the guarded look, the invisible wall rising brick by brick. He cleared his throat quickly.
"I mean… friends like Rayyan and Balkis," he added, softer this time. "If you don't mind."
She looked at him carefully.
"Why me?"
It wasn't a shy question. It wasn't flattered. It was cautious.
Basit held her gaze and smiled gently. "Nothing complicated. I just feel like we're alike. We share the same views. We're both serious about our studies. Hardworking. Focused. Don't you think?"
She didn't answer immediately.
"I mean no harm, okay?" he added quickly. "Please."
Rihannat adjusted her bag strap on her shoulder.
"But I don't always see you with friends," she said honestly. "I thought you didn't like having people around you."
Basit burst into laughter.
"Me? Not like being with people? Oh no, no, no! Who doesn't have a friend?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"I do have a friend," he continued. "Ridwan. He's a medical student. Childhood friend. We've known each other since forever. He's just always busy. Medical students barely breathe," he said dramatically. "Even busier than we business students."
She almost smiled.
"And my sister is here too," he added casually.
Her eyes widened slightly. "You have a sister in this school?"
"Yes. My only sister. She's studying Engineering — following our mum's profession."
"Wow… so lowkey," she murmured.
Basit chuckled. "Not exactly. A lot of people know. You're just always buried inside your books and sketchpads, so you don't notice things."
She blinked. "Sketchpads?"
There it was.
The slip.
How do you know I draw?
For a split second, Basit's heart skipped.
Oh God.
"So many people know," he said quickly. "I heard from someone on campus."
He looked away briefly.
What a cover-up.
The truth? He knew far more than that. He knew she took portrait orders. He knew she did calligraphy. He knew she sold her pieces quietly to survive. He even knew her pricing.
And more than once, he had secretly paid someone to buy her art at double the amount.
He had even developed a sudden "interest" in photography after learning she loved it.
But that was his secret.
"Am I that popular?" she asked with a soft smile.
He shrugged. "You'd be surprised."
She shook her head slightly. "I didn't know you were into art."
"Well…" he hesitated. "I developed the interest not long ago."
Another lie.
His interest began the day he noticed the way her eyes lit up while sketching in class.
"I'm just like you," he continued. "I don't keep a crowd. Minority, not majority."
"Who told you I have just two friends?" she shot back immediately.
He paused, then grinned.
"Oh, my mistake. You have so many friends that I can't even count."
She glared at him.
"Good. I'm not giving you my number."
"And I don't have male friends."
"Goodbye."
Before he could react, she turned and began walking away — almost running.
Basit burst into laughter.
He jogged after her.
"Rihannat! Wait!"
She stopped abruptly, embarrassed.
"Why are you running like I'm chasing you for marriage?" he teased.
She faced him seriously now.
"Listen carefully," she said firmly. "Don't have any other intentions. I'm not ready for that. I don't want to give you hope. And I won't think twice before blocking you if you cross any boundary."
Her tone wasn't harsh — just clear.
Basit felt something twist inside him.
For the first time in his life, he lied without blinking.
"No other intentions," he said calmly.
But his heart knew otherwise.
Was it love?
He wasn't sure.
He saw her for the first time during their matriculation and something stirred in him but he overlooked it. Or maybe cautioned himself. - to face his studies. But....now,
All he knew was that since his second year — the first time he truly noticed her — really----something had shifted. And that "don't come near me" aura she carried around men had always kept him cautious.
What if she rejects me publicly?
What if she embarrasses me?
What if I lose even this small access?
He swallowed those thoughts.
"Okay fine," she said finally.
They exchanged numbers.
Simple. Quick. No ceremony.
"Don't misuse it," she warned.
"Yes ma," he replied playfully.
She walked toward the roadside and entered a cab. Basit stood there, watching until the vehicle disappeared from sight. Only then did he sigh deeply before stopping a bike to head home.
That night, after freshening up, Rihannat observed her Isha prayer quietly.
She warmed the remaining food in the pot and ate slowly. Simplicity was her lifestyle. No unnecessary expenses. No luxury cravings.
After eating, she picked up her phone and called home — as she did every night.
Her mother answered.
"My daughter, how was today?"
"It was fine, Mum."
After a few minutes of normal conversation, the topic shifted — as it always did.
"There are still proposals," her mother said gently. "Good families. Wealthy men. Your life will be easier."
Rihannat sighed softly.
"Mum…"
"Every woman wants a good life," her mother continued. "Comfort. Security."
"I know," Rihannat said calmly. "But I made 15,000 this week."
There was silence.
"From photography and drawings," she added. "I'm managing well. I don't spend extravagantly. I don't chase luxury. I'm okay."
Her mother wasn't convinced.
"Who doesn't want good things?" she asked softly.
"I want good things too," Rihannat replied. "But I want to earn them. I don't want to depend on someone because of comfort. Let me build first."
Her mother sighed.
"She's stubborn," she murmured to her husband.
Her father chuckled in the background.
He knew his daughter.
When Rihannat decided to fight, she fought till the end.
He would never fold her wings. He would never cage her ambition. Gold must pass through fire to shine. And his daughter — his princess — was not ordinary gold.
She was a rare gem.
She needed pressure. Determination. Confidence.
And he would stand behind her quietly while she soared.
After ending the call, Rihannat lay on her bed.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
She stared at it for a second before answering.
"Good evening… friend," Basit's voice said softly from the other end.
And for the first time, she didn't hang up immediately.