Abrar
Why was she always trying to hurt me? First betraying me, then doing something I could never tolerate. She cried a lot. It literally forced me to go to her and console her in my arms. She knew that I couldn't tolerate this. Still, she was hurting me more with her tears.
Each word that came out of her mouth, pierced my heart. The confession I wanted was no more special to me.
Yes, my heartbeat fastened when she confessed her love for me. But she cried like this on the streets that night. I trusted her, she looked real. When she said that fake story, she seemed to be real.
She was such a good actor which haunted me.
Should I trust her again?
Could I?
Did she really love me or did she only want her truth to be safe again?
My love for her still existed and would always exist, but my trust in her—
I couldn't trust her anymore.
I was sitting beside the bed on the floor, my head pinned on the bed as I stared
ZoyaMy eyes ached when I opened them and rolled them around. My breathing got faster when I found myself in the room. I clearly remembered that I was outside. It meant he brought me here?My lips curved into a smile, though the agony was still killing me. My back, my stomach, my hands, and legs, whole body ached as I tried to get up and look at the couch to find him.He was not there.My eyes drifted to the clock. It was still too early. He didn't wake up so early. I jumped off the bed and walked out of the room.My legs stopped near the table when I spotted him sleeping in the living room. He slept here, leaving me inside. He still maintained the distance I didn't want anymore. I felt happy when I woke up, but now sadness surrounded me again."Stop being selfish again, Zoya", I screamed at myself. "It's not about you now. It's about him. Stop victimizing yourself"I pushed my legs to walk near the couch where he was fa
Abrar"Abrar, have you lost it? I don't think you're in your senses", dadi was continuously screaming at me when I was stuffing my mouth with dry bread, sitting at the dining table.I was swallowing them in a rage as if I was gulping down the agony."I'm talking to you", dadi yelled again from the living room.Zoya had been packing her stuff in the room. It had been more than twenty minutes. It never took her so long to pack stuff. She might be trying to make a delay. Or she was hoping for me to change the decision.I could not."Okay, she might be at a fault. But this is not the way to solve issues", she said again.But I didn't want to solve that.Issues could be solved.Not conspiracy.I wished I could say that to dadi.I wished I never loved her. I wished she were not a girl.I would easily tell the truth to everyone. But her dignity meant a lot to me."I want some time. Mayb
Zoya It took me a while to absorb the fact that I had to leave him. We had to part ways. But as far as I knew it was going to hurt, I also knew that I would never let my first love go so easily. I believed he would forgive me, he would realize my love for him, he would give me another chance. And that was the only thing which handled me. I had the hope. I came out of the room with my bag and didn't find him. Dadi was standing near the table. She looked devastated. "Dadi!", I tried to smile. "It's your home. He can't just force you to leave. Don't give in", she said in a harsh voice. I wanted to tell her everything that I didn't have any rights on this home and anything that belonged to him. I wanted to confess what I had done and he was not at fault. But his anger-filled words didn't let me do it. I already offended him enough and he would lose it if I told my truth to anyone. He was making me fall in love with him, even more,
Zoya"Will you please speak up? Your silence is giving me panic attacks, Zoya", ammi kept yelling when I was sitting on the couch, darting my eyes on the ceiling. I was in no mood to talk about anything but it was literally a disorder of Indian moms to panic when they see their married daughter with luggage!Well, not because of the luggage.But when they also see the silence and calmness."Can't I come to my home, ammi?", I gasped, closing my eyes. "What's wrong?""You can. You definitely can. And you can stay for months and years! But definitely not in this condition. What happened last night? Will you tell me? Why did you and Abrar leave the party abruptly?"No doubt I had inherited the qualities of my mother. I wanted some time to speak up but she was not giving me the damn space which I was not giving to Abrar either."Ammi, I need some rest", I pulled myself from the couch. My head was still aching because of the continuous cryi
ZoyaAfter taking a bath, I came in front of the mirror and looked at myself, finding another woman hidden behind the grief.We usually fall in love with unexpected people at an unexpected time.I thought this was a myth. Humans can have control over their emotions. They can decide whom they want to love.I was wrong.If I hadn't loved him, it didn't hurt so much.I would feel guilty, but I would never be heartbroken.I tried to apply some talcum powder to look better and combed my hair. It took me back to the memories where Abrar used to stare at me. I knew he was looking at me, still, I pretended not to know. The feeling was magical. My eyes drifted to the phone.I took it and checked it with limited expectations.Nothing.It worried me more than it hurt me and I hoped he
AbrarHer words forced me to get up. No matter how badly I wanted Zoya in my life, she was now like a drug to me. I didn't want her, but I fucking wanted her. She did nothing but destroy me, still, I couldn't get over her. I wished someone had ever told me how it felt to get betrayed by the person we trusted the most. At least, I would be ready. Ammi had taught me everything, except taking betrayal. She would do it if she had more time with me to deliver this. I took a glance at the sky. And a voice came from inside, "I wish you were here today""Abrar!", dadi's voice broke my muse again."I'm coming, dadi", I said and left the swing, turning towards the door."If your mother was here today, she would tell you how to tackle relationships", dadi scoffed from behind.Betrayal breaks relationships. If there's no relationship, there's no need to tackle it.I said nothing and walked out of the terrace.ZoyaI stared at the food, hun
Zoya"Zoya!", dadi beamed from another side, her voice filled with happiness."Dadi, ssshhh", I shushed her so that she didn't talk aloud with me. I didn't want Abrar to know that I had called her."What happened?", she whispered."I don't want Abrar to hear us, please", I said.I heard dadi sighing."Okay", she agreed. "He is at the table and I'm standing near the couch. He can't hear us""Table? He's eating?", a smile curved on my face."After a lot of debate, I could finally bring him to the table. He's trying to eat", she said. I was glad that he had his grandparents. I couldn't imagine the consequences if he would be alone after this."How are you?", dadi scoffed. "I know you are still devastated"I couldn't reply and only gulp down, trying to find an answer."I'm trying to—", I paused."Don't worry. I'm here, no? I'll talk to him", she said."No, dadi. Let me handle thi
AbrarI walked into my room, almost forced. I didn't want to come here. She spent just three weeks in this room. Just three weeks and her effect was so strong. The entire room, every detail of this room reminded me of her. She changed the look completely after coming here. It seemed like there was nothing in this house which didn't remind me of her. She gradually made a way to my life, to my heart and left marks of herself on each detail of them.Turning off my sanity for a while I forced myself to come to the bed and lie down. My eyes closed shut automatically as my nose brushed against the pillow.The aroma of Jasmine teased my nostrils and it felt like I was smelling her.Her scent!My eyes shot up as I panted heavily, jumping off the bed. Gripping the edge of the bed, I was breathing heavily. Why was it so difficult? So hell difficult! To forget her for a while. Why couldn't she just get out of my head for a while?I fisted my hair and t
Nikhat"He's the photocopy of Abrar", Mrs. Ali says, holding the newborn. After eight months of our marriage, Zoya delivered a cute baby boy. He's a premature baby, indeed but still out of all danger by the grace of God. "Just pray that he gets the same tactics as me. I can't handle two short-tempered creatures", Abrar laughs."Wait! You just wait. Let me get a bit healthier", Zoya shoots him a glare. "You can scream only. What else can you do?" Abrar rolls his eyes."You—"And they continue.I take the newborn in my arms, giggling at him lovingly."First and foremost rule, Mrs. Wife", Kaif whispers near me. "No future planning after this"He's always so scared!"I know right? Stop worrying!" I scowl at him. So many things changed over time but he didn't. At first, he was scared to love someone and get married. Now, he's scared of having a baby. I don't mind it though. It's just a matter of time. I'm happy the way I am.I was promoted to the company with my salary getting doubled.
Nikhat"Are you hungry already?" Kaif asks from behind.I drift my eyes outside and look at him from near the window with a smile. He is munching a subway burger with a tight-lipped smile on his face. "Wouldn't it be better if you had gotten something for me instead of just asking?" I shrug, jumping behind and sitting at the edge of the window."Hey, careful", his eyes widen. "You're gonna fall""I'm used to it", I giggle. "This is not the first time I'm sitting at your window"He chuckles, walking toward me. "Yeah, but definitely you never hoped onto it wearing a lehenga", he scoffs as I stare down at him. He stops just an inch away from me and spirals his left arm around my waist. I shudder with the abrupt contact and lack of distance between us. My heart starts thudding against my chest and my body vibrates when he tightens his grip around me. It's been a year since we were engaged but never before has he touched me this way. I didn't want him to. But if he wanted, I wouldn't ev
Author's POVRuzina goes completely shocked but it doesn't take her much time to understand what is exactly happening. "How wouldn't I come, Mrs Ruzina?" Irtaza chuckles. "After all, the alliance maker should be there?" Zoya presses her lips tightly so she doesn't burst into laughter by watching Ruzina's stunned face. On the other hand, Nikhat gets confused with Irtaza's words."Alliance maker?" She exclaims."We can discuss that later", Zoya jumps into the conversation. "Let the guests in, Nikhat""I'm sorry", she smiles and makes a way for them to get in. As others follow Ridwan and Nikhat inside, Ruzina keeps standing there and gazing at Irtaza."You look stunned, Mrs Ruzina", Zoya rolls her eyes. "Ah, well, let me introduce myself. Zoya Zafar, Irtaza's business partner and your would-be son-in-law's friend"Ruzina curls up her face and doesn't even smile at any of them. Zoya crosses her arms and takes a step toward her, raising her eyebrows."What did you think Mrs Ruzina? Onl
NikhatI have been waiting for the evening the entire day and finally, the moment arrived. Kaif has indeed replied to me with a message which said, "it's fine"The text didn't sound genuine to me at all. Especially when he sent only two words in the reply to my entire paragraph. Couldn't he realise the urgency in that message? I don't know if I'm overthinking. He's not bound to send me a paragraph just because I did. "Nikhat, shall we leave?" Mia asks. "No. I have some work left", I lie. I don't have any pending work. Besides, Irtaza already told us that he doesn't need the whole team today. I should have left. "I thought you were done", Mia roll her eyes."No. I—" I stammer. "I'm yet to complete a few""Okay, then. Goodnight", grabbing her stuff, Mia walks towards the exit. I get back to my desk and look for some work to do. "Nikhat!" Irtaza's voice hits my ear as I look up, finding him walking out of his cabin which is straight in front of me. "You didn't leave yet"I don't kn
NikhatI don't know how to react to this crap. I can only see how hard Irtaza is trying to pass a smile. I know that wasn't expected. And why did he even need to come here just because Ruzina called him? He could have turned her down. He has plenty of work to do. I force a smile and walk toward them. "That was not necessary. Was it?" I mumble, glaring at Ruzina. How can she still smile like that?"I just thought to—" Ruzina strives to say as I walk up to her."Thought to what?" "This is so embarrassing. Why did you do this? He's my boss", I exclaim, whispering near her face.I can't say if she deliberately did that. Why would she anyway?"But he said—" she mutters. "That's called courtesy which he said. And we'll not do that. That's our courtesy", I shoot her a glare. Ruzina frowns at me as if she still can't digest that I'm arguing with her. As I should. I should have done that a long time ago. And now she literally crossed the limits by embarrassing me. What will Irtaza think a
"Okay. What about that?" I ask."Irtaza came there to meet them. They spend an afternoon together", he says and his reactions harden."Okay, so?" I ask even though I have already sensed what it meant. This is something different from any boss and employee relationship. I'm not judging though and I'm not even sure if there's another reason. I bet Kaif also doesn't know the exact reason. He's just assuming. "So? Zoya, can't you understand what that means", he scoffs at me. "That means Nikhat is having a lot of guests. What else?" I roll my eyes. "Stop it, yaar. You—``''why can't you see what I'm seeing?" He yells out of nowhere. "Because I'm not as intelligent as you. Explain to me", I scowl at him. "You can't get, Zoya? Really? Don't you know what it means? In this society, when a guy meets a girl's parents? That guy who likes her. They literally had a meeting, a conversation. Don't you know what it seriously means?" He speaks out of frustration."So!" I mumble.."So!""Yeah. So,
KaifI walk faster. As fast as I could. Through the dark alley. My head literally stops working when I put the pieces of the puzzle of that incident. I don't know why I'm getting so pissed and irritated. He just came to meet.He just came to meet. I kept ranting this to myself until I reached the resort. I feel my breathing getting ten times faster than before. I can hear my groans as I grab the grills of the gate and fum heavily. My body has heated up and I'm unable to calm down anyway. Everything was going so fine. So damn fine. Until she talked about Irtaza being there. I lost it and I didn't want to show how pissed I was, nor could I behave normally. I'm already hiding enough and this will go beyond. Anticipation builds me rapidly, no matter how much I try to console myself. "Sir, I need to close the gate", the security guard says. I glare at him for no reason and storm into the resort, walking as fast as I can.I reach my room and twist the knob. Opening it a bit, I slam the
Nikhat"Nikhat!" He whispers my name but I don't look up. I feel him holding my hand tightly and I hold the edge of the bench. Then I sense him decreasing the gap between us. He uncovers my face, lifting my hair from my cheek and tucking them behind my ear. I can feel him staring at me which makes me blush harder. "Look at me", he leans down to my ear and whispers. I squirm with his warm breath fanning my skin. As I don't respond to his words, he lifts his hand to me and slides two of his fingers across my jaw, slowly nudging my face towards him. I finally look up at him. Our eyes meet. He smiles, peering at me as if he's scanning each detail of my face. I had never been so comfortable with anyone's gaze the way I'm with him. It seems to be pure and peaceful. Most importantly, I love it. He locks his hand with mine and gets closer to my face. Enough closer which forces me to drop my gaze in shyness. "Why do you always steal your gaze from me?" He whispers. "I want you to look
NikhatIt's been a while since I've sat here in the dark alley with Kaif. It's so strange that I have never explored this alley in the last six months but today I did. With him. I'm also a bit concerned about Ruzina and Abbu being in the lodge. They might be wondering where I have been. I'm sure Ruzina is gonna make a fuss about it to abbu as she has always been doing about me. I remember those days when I couldn't be a single minute late to return from school and Ruzina used to complain to abbu, saying I had been disappearing for hours. I can't forget those dreadful days and somewhere I used to believe Ruzina is acting like all the typical mothers as she had made me believe all mothers are like that. I used to think she was strict and wanted the best for me. As I grew up, I realised it wasn't a normal thing. But then, it was too late. Abbu wouldn't believe me if I said anything against her. He used to think I had gone reckless. I never complained for years. Then why at that moment