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My Unrequited Love TWELVE
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe heaviness of the heart knocked over the whole body, weakening the whole system. Limbs felt heavy like something was pushing her down, trying to suffocate her to death. She was trapped.Terrified, she tried swaying her hands trying to move but she was stuck. It was as if she was a rock which had no life. Her lips wobbled and she tried screaming for help but nothing worked.It felt like a dark endless abyss. But a loud knock on the door disturbed her slumber and she opened her eyes with a jerk, hearing her name getting called. With a loud groan she sat up and rubbed her temples which were throbbing with immense pain but she was glad she was disturbed at least she did not have to bear the feeling of being trapped in that nightmare. "Come down for breakfast, bacha. Everyone is waiting for you. Shabana has made your favourite aaloo ke parathe." Entering her room, tayi ammi passed her a small smile, sitting beside her. Her eyes held so much innocence. She was an ex
My Unrequited Love THIRTEEN
THIRD PERSON'S POVDays passed in the talks of his marriage and her nights were spent crying. He was getting married by the end of the week and as the big day neared, her senses felt like they were on haywire and her heart, it felt like someone was robbing her of breaths, choking her. It was getting so difficult to keep it all inside and stay silent with a fake smile plastered over her face the whole time. One word out of her mouth, and everything would be over for him. She knew her taya jaan would get them married instead, if she ever told him about her feelings, but she dared not. What was the point of running after a man who did not desire you ? But everything happening was taking a toll over her, it was killing her slowly and painfully. She wanted to scream, to wail and sob her agony out, to tell everyone how much everything was affecting her mental health, but she kept quiet for him. She did not have the heart to rob him of his happiness. For her love was not about winning th
My Unrequited Love FOURTEEN
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe whole ride she kept quiet looking out of the window hearing Asmara's bickering in the background, which was only entertained by Mustafa, that too by answering her in short sentences.“Can someone ask her to shut up because I am getting irritated now ? My head would blow off with the amount of rubbish she is talking about, going on and on, without a full stop.”Osama whispered to Aamina with a soft groan. He was a fan of bickering non stop, it was his favorite time pass, but imagine the torture he was feeling when the bickering king himself felt irritated, hearing Asmara rant about the color of nail paint she was wearing.There was a permanent scowl on his face, flaring at Asmara, who was lost in her worldly rant, but he was unaware of someone who was looking at him from the rear view mirror, someone who was his elder brother, from whom he was so scared of.Osama instantly changed his expressions when he caught his brother looking at him with the same zeal he was
My Unrequited Love FIFTEEN
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe ride to the hospital was the most difficult ride of his whole life. His hands shivered while driving car, his all focus on her. His mind wasn't in the right state and his heart, it felt the need to expload seeing her condition. She was lifelessly lying on the seat beside him, away from all tensions away from the heartbreak she was going through.Every few second his eyes found their way to her still form, wanting desperately to reach hospital as soon as possible. He was trying hard not to cry and to keep himself together for her. She didn't needed his tears right now but she did needed his help to reach hospital as she was fighting for her life.He finally reached to hospital after an agonising twenty minutes. Quickly picking her up, he speedily walked towards the emergency ward careful enough not to let her fall."Get Dr. Ahmed now."He shouted at the nurse who was standing near, looking at him with shocked expressions. Her actions were justified infact every e
My Unrequited Love SIXTEEN
THIRD PERSON'S POVYou don't love me it's just an infatuation.Tumhe is mohabbat mein dard ke alawa mujhse aur kuch nahi milega.Stop feeling for me and you won't be hurt at all.It's time to repay everything I have done for you.You are behind everything going wrong in my life.You have made my life a living nightmare.His harsh words were continuously ringing inside her ears making her regret everything. She knew she was responsible for everything. He wasn't at fault at all. She was the one to be blamed, and to be held responsible for.She couldn't help but cry in pain, holding her heart, feeling suffocated. She was fed up. Fed up with her life, and the pain she was going through these days. It was mind wrecking.Just when she thought the afflictions of her life came to a halt, they came back again with full force rendering her speechless and all alone. And the most painful part was not that she felt alone, but it was him, who first made her trust him, and now it was him, who broke
My Unrequited Love SEVENTEEN
MARIA ALI AHWAAN'S POVFour years passed since that day and not even for once I looked back. How could I ? My inner turmoil was at its peak that time and I had enough of humiliation coming towards me. I would not have survived I would have stayed back. Sometimes I think I was selfish to leave. I didn't even informed anyone before leaving. That time I did what I thought was right and the first thought which came to my mind was to leave. I didn't thought about my family who loved me to the bits and left that place. Maybe I was selfish but for me, it was my way to protect my life from getting ruined.Was I coward to leave ? Was I too weak letting him run over me just because I loved him ? I don't know and I don't plan to find out if I was. It's all past now. He is not in my life anymore and I am glad about that. His presence was too toxic for me. I was so lost in his love that I forgot about my existence. He was my start and my end too. I was so lost loving him that I never realized I
My Unrequited Love EIGHTEEN
MARIA ALI AHWAAN'S POVI am going back to Delhi today. The place where I was born. The place where I lost everything. The place where I lost my heart. The place which contains my best and worst memories.I say I have moved on but I myself don't know whether I have or not. It's not easy to get over your first love. It's not easy to forget a person whom you wished to spend your whole life with. It's not easy to move on from the memories you created together. It's not easy. Not easy at all. The day I moved from Delhi was the day my heart stopped beating. It stopped functioning without him, without them, my family. Yes, I shifted from Delhi but my heart and soul rested there with them. The thought of going back is giving me chills. I don't want to go there yet at the same time I want to. I want to test myself and show him that I changed. I wanted to show him my strong side. I want to win control over my heart again and that could be done only when I face him.I want to go back and show
My Unrequited Love NINTEEN
THIRD PERSON'S POVHer eyes widened, her smile faded losing its charm seeing him. He was standing in front of her in all his glory. The moment she dreaded to face finally came and she didn't knew how to react.He looked changed. There were dark circles below his eyes and the shine his eyes carried was lost. He had grown beard making him look more mature.Huh..Mature her foot! He looked lost. He looked broken. She was able to trace a broken man in him, as he had the same broken look in his eyes which she carried four years ago.He was the man she fell in love with. The same man she gave her heart to unknowingly. The man who crushed her heart mercilessly knowingly. The same man who vowed to protect her, to be with her, but failed to keep his promises. He was the man she dreamt to be with. The man who made her realize that everything you wish, you pray for, cannot be fulfilled. He was her unfulfilled wish, her first heartbreak.She gulped looking at him feeling her throat parched. Th
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