The sharp sound of a phone ringing cut through the silence of the room.
Erhaan shifted slightly eyes still closed, irritation flashing across his face as the ringing continued.
With a low sigh, he reached for the phone and answered without even checking the screen.
"Yeah... what is it?"
There was no greeting on the other side.
Just tension.
"Don't act clueless," Yesir's voice came, cold and direct."You know exactly why I'm calling."
Erhaan let out a quite break, pushing himself up slightly against the headboard.
"Then say it," he replied lazily."What do you want?"
A pause.
Then,
"Why did you do that to Nayza?"
For a second, the room felt still.
But Erhaan didn't hesitated.
"Why?" he repeated, a faint smirk touching his lips. "Because I felt like it."
Silence followed.
Heavy. Disbelieving.
"You're not like this," Yesir said firmly.
Erhaan let out a short, humorless laugh.
"Maybe I am."
"No,"Yesir's voice hardened."I've known you since childhood. You don't do things like this. Not to anyone... and especially not to a girl."
That made Erhaan's expression shift. Just slightly.
A flicker. Gone in a second.
"Maybe I used to be like that," he said quietly. "But this is who I am now."
Yesir exhaled sharply.
"If your mother were here, would you still say the same thing?"
The words landed.
Hard.
For the first time, Erhaan went completely still.
"...my mother?" he repeated, his voice low. Almost empty.
A brief silence stretched between them.
Then he spoke again.
Slow.
Controlled.
"What does a mother even mean, yesir? Want to explain?"
No answer came.
Erhaan's grip on the phone tightened slightly.
"That's what I thought," he muttered. "So don't say things you don't understand."
His voice grew colder with every word.
"I don't have a mother. I don't have a father. I only have my uncle. the one who raised me like his own son."
A pause.
Breathing steady, but something darker underneath.
"And if they really considered me their child..." he continued, quieter now, "They wouldn't have left me alone."
On the other end, Yesir's tone softened just a little.
"I understand but..."
Erhaan shut his eyesore a second, jaw tightened.
"You already know everything," he said. "My father has his own family. My mother has hers. They divorced... and I was through only one left in between."
Another pause.
Then, colder than before,
"My uncle is the only on who stayed. So don't bring them up again."
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The silence on the call felt heavier than before.
Then,
"Yesir..." Erhaan's voice came, calm again. Almost too calm.
"I sent you something."
A slight pause.
"Check it."
On the other end, Yesir frowned, pulling the phone away to open the message.
The moment they image loaded.
His expression changed.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Anger.
"What the hell is this?" he snapped. "Have you lost your mind?"
Erhaan leaned back, completely unfazed.
A faint smile played on his lips.
"Looks good, doesn't it?" he said casually.
"Tomorrow... I'll drop it in the class group."
A quite chuckle followed.
"After that, Nayza and Doruk won't be sitting together anymore."
Yesir's grip tightened around his phone.
"So that's your problem?" he shot back. "You don't like seeing them together?"
A pause.
Then, sharper,
"You're jealous?"
Erhaan's smile didn't fade.
"Jealous?" he repeated, almost amused.
A small exhale.
"NO. Why would I be?"
Hid tone dropped slightly.
"I just want to see what Nayza does."
Something about the way he said it.
Didn't sit right.
Yesir's voice turned serious.
"Delete it."
No response.
"I'm not joking, Erhaan. Delete that photo."
Another pause.
"And if you upload it."
His voice hardened.
"Then don't consider me anything to you anymore."
Silence.
For a second, it almost felt like Erhaan might say something.
Explain, Argue. Anything. But he didn't, without a word. He ended the call. The screen went dark. Erhaan stared at it for a few seconds. Expression unreadable. Then slowly, a faint, dangerous smirk returned. As if the decision was already made.