Zoya
My thumb brushed on the screen as I tried my best to pull a smile on my face.
"Enough now, Abrar. It's enough", my voice broke. "You think I'll let you go away from me so easily? It's not happening. Not until I'm alive. I love you. And I'll go to any extent to get you, Mr Zafar. You can't even imagine the intensity I have for you. If you don't wanna stay, I'll force you to stay"
Abrar
I was all set to join the Pacific, just needed a resignation letter from the present company. That was where the problems started to begin. I was clueless about how to do it. I knew Zoya. She would make a fuss out of it and try her best not to give me this allowance. But I was determined.
It would be good for both of us. Zoya had to forget me. Anyhow. I was arranging my clothes for the next day and thought of starting my work from tomorrow at Pacific. I needed to settle there as soon as possible. I sent a mail to the manager under whom I would be working.
AbrarHowever, every time I shoved the thought away. How could I tag it as a mistake? Loving her was always the best thing that ever happened to me. But she was forcing me to think I made a mistake."I hope you won't let my second thought be true, Zoya", I mumbled, closing my eyes when I had finally started to feel cold. Too cold.Maybe hours passed under the shower."I don't want it to be a mistake", I said.*As I came out of the washroom while shivering, I saw dadi outside. She was gazing at me. She didn't talk much to me in recent days and I could sense the anger."Good morning, dadi", I said."How many hours did you spend inside?", she groaned, looking at me. "You're shivering""I was feeling too hot so", I mumbled, looking around. Even I didn't realize that."Seriously, Abrar? It's the middle of November. People are freezing. And you—", she rolled her eyes at me suspiciously."I was awake for pa
Abrar I pressed my lips while rolling eyes and swallowing the crumbling emotions inside me. Hurting her was hard but she should get a reality check about herself. She should. "Listen, Zoya", I gazed at her. "I'm not here to create a scene. It's your office. So, it'll be better if I can finish what I want to" She looked at me surprised when I brought out the resignation letter and slammed it on the table. She stared at it and shifted her eyes at me. "My resignation letter", I groaned. In no time, she scowled at me, parting her lips and again looking at the letter. Her eyes froze on it for a while, steady and calm. The next moment, she clenched her jaw without looking at me. "You're not getting it", she grumbled as I expected. "You can't bind me with yourself, Zoya", I said. This time she was not vulnerable anymore. She gritted her teeth while gazing at me. I took a step towards her. "You're bound to be with me",
KaifThe sound of Zoya sobbing could be heard around the whole office room. I could hear people whispering when Mr Ali rushed into Zoya's cabin."What happened to you, Abrar?", I groaned, looking at the door. It was such an embarrassing moment and I couldn't believe that he chose this place to do this.I looked at Zoya's cabin and without waiting for another moment, I followed Mr Ali. When I banged into the cabin, Zoya was sobbing on the floor, sitting against the wall. I kept standing at the door when Mr Ali knelt before her and tried to console her."Zoya, what happened? What happened again?", he caressed her hair as she cried continuously as if she was unable to stop crying to utter something."Zoya, say something. Don't scare me, please", Mr Ali groaned, cupping her face. I had never seen her crying like this and wondered if Abrar could ever make someone cry like this.He never hurt any stranger either, he always made people smile and he
AbrarI didn't get back home and spent the whole morning outside in that park. As I expected, Zoya again reacted so much. She couldn't handle a relationship like this. She could never. She had to know what relationship meant. It was not a game, not a business deal. It was a beautiful bond between two people which needed time, nourishment and patience to grow.She scared me.She scared me so much that I had to pull myself back. In this manner, we could definitely be together today. Sigh.I leaned back to the wooden bench and rewinded everything that happened this morning. I hoped she would understand.*"Don't tell me that you spend the whole day here", Kaif's voice brought me back to the senses when I fumbled and looked up at him. He was standing near the tea stall, gazing at me. As I rolled my eyes around, I found the sky turning darker. It was almost evening. That meant I wasted the whole day here instead of trying for another work. How woul
Abrar"Where's Zoya?", Dadi exclaimed, looking out of the door. In fact, she climbed down a few stairs to search for her. I stood like a statue at the door, finding Dadajan's eyes roaming around me. I wouldn't be able to answer if he asked something."Where's she?", dadajan grumbled this time. I hung my head, finding for words."Will you answer?", dadi came inside while clamouring. "Where's Zoya?""She didn't come", I mumbled."She didn't come or you didn't bring her with you. That poor girl might want to come", dadi seethed. I was out of words. "Didn't you say that you would bring her?""Dadi, I didn't say that I would bring, Zoya", I said from nowhere. It meant that I would have to face the consequences of turning them down right now."You gotta be kidding us, Abrar? Aren't you?", dadi's voice was never so harsh and loud to me. It was proof that she was angry with me beyond my expectations.I kept my eyes down."What's
AbrarI was struggling on the bed while trying to sleep more. It had been a few hours since I was sleeping. Just then I heard some sound from outside. Someone was talking to dadi. Confused, I got up from the bed and looked at the clock. It was nine of the night. I still needed more sleep to feel stable."I'm trying my best", dadi said when I was twisting the knob of my room to come out."I know you are trying. Zoya told me", my eyes widened when I heard Mr Ali speaking. What was he doing here?Obviously, he would be hereafter what I did to his daughter. I made her cry, I hurt her. Though she was at fault, I felt like a culprit whenever I thought about her. In fact, it was all Mr Ali's patience that he didn't confront me a week ago.My hand froze on the knob when I was struggling to determine if I should go out or not. How would I face him and how would I answer him? He was definitely there to ask me to bring Zoya back which I couldn't do. Dumping a
Zoya"Zoya, did you have your medicine?", ammi asked from behind when I had iced my gaze on the busy street from my balcony."I did, ammi", I mumbled without turning back."Let me check. I hope you didn't throw them outside", she gasped."Why would I?", I shrugged."Because—" ammi paused and didn't speak after that. She might want to say that I was again in trauma after abbu told me about Abrar's decision.To be honest, I didn't know how to react. I was somehow expecting this but a part of me had believed that he would be back for me or else for abbu's sake. I didn't react after that and came straight to my room. Should I just leave all the hopes?"Anyway, come. It's time to sleep", ammi said."I'll sleep, ammi. You go and sleep", I said in a low tone."I don't think you're gonna sleep. Come to the bed so that I can be assured", ammi said. I didn't argue with her and turned around. Walking next to the bed, I placed
ZoyaI didn't know why I felt like it was him and I was praying it to be true. I grabbed the top of the sofa and yelped again. "Abrar, is that you? I know it's you"He sighed and I immediately grasped it, trying not to break down again. I breathed heavily. We didn't pass a single word. He didn't hang up. It felt like I wouldn't need to hear anything from him but he was just on the other side, hearing me breathing and I was doing the same."How are you, Zoya?", his voice was hoarse and cold. And delivered goosebumps all over me. I was so used to his warm words that those cold words pinched hard."I'm not fine", I was honest, unable to say that I was okay when I was actually not."I mean your health", he grumbled, trying to twist the words and making it more casual. "Mr Ali said you're sick""Hmm", I hummed, pressing my lips."Why did you wake up so early? I mean— you should sleep longer now. And I didn't want to wake you up, that