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My Unrequited Love SIX
Finishing his breakfast Hassan walked towards the study room, just as his father ordered him to. His heart thudded loudly as he neared the door of the study. The sixth sense of his was telling him it was something serious and not some business talk. Taking a deep breath he knocked the door of the study, waiting for Aaqib Ahwaan to call him which he did, a few seconds later. He was busy reading some files, when he entered. “Ahem!” He cleared his throat which made him look up. “I need you to sit down before this.” He pointed towards the seat as set his files aside, making him feel nervous. He gulped as he sat there in front of the mahogany table, tapping the chair, waiting for his father to speak with bated breaths. And he did. Just like he had anticipated, his words shook him to the core. “Hassan I want you to get engaged.” He wasn’t even sure if he heard his father correct. But he couldn’t question him as he was speechless and tongue tied to even utter a single word.“Hassan!! S
My Unrequited Love SEVEN
How do you control love ? It was something she desperately seeked an answer to. The desperation she craved, to control her feelings for him, to lock them inside the depths of her heart, to push them down so deep, that no one could pull them to the surface. She craved love, and he could only give her friendship. There was no future. Days passed and everything turned normal, except for her feelings and Mustafa's care for her. Both of them increased. After that incident his care increased for ten folds if that was even possible. He started to care for her like she was some hospital patient. Maybe it was the guilt he harbored for hurting her... A week ago, he put ban on her running as she had nicked her toenail when she was chasing Osama but It wasn't only her who was tortured alone, poor Osama was also schooled for his behavior, and junk food was banned for a whole month. With her, he behaved like a mother hen. First he had pulled her with him to hospital and injected a big injectio
My Unrequited Love EIGHT
THIRD PERSON'S POV“Try this, it's amazinggg. You’ll forget everything after this. Iski mohabbat mein phir se giraftar ho jaogi main bata raha hu.” Osama moaned, closing his eyes, feeling euphoria as the chocolate melted into his mouth, followed by the vanilla ice-cream. (You'll fall in love with it again, I am telling you!) Even though he was eating waffles for the umpteenth time, he always reacted as if he was eating it for the first time. The love for sweets was still the same. Passing Maria a big scoop of the sweet heaven he was having, he asked her to eat and she did. How could she refuse when she loved sweets.“Hmmmm!! It's too good. I am feeling....” unable to express her emotions she stopped for a second, to find the appropriate words “-on the top of the world.” moaning, she closed her eyes in euphoria. Her reaction was no less than Osama, who was seen to be grinning proud at himself for choosing the right person as his bestie. The one who had the same, world-class taste bu
My Unrequited Love NINE
THIRD PERSON'S POVStartled by the anger in his voice they both separated with a jerk. Eyes red, jaw stiffened, and vein on the forehead was bobbled up showcasing his enraged state. Mustafa was throwing daggers at them, looking like a wounded lion ready to fight and kill. “What are you two doing here, all alone ?” they both flinched, knowing his thoughts were taking a wrong route, fire in his eyes was evidence of the misunderstanding that had taken root in his mind. “Bhaai I was....” Hassan quickly strided towards his brother, catching the sight of Maria’s dreadful eyes. He passed her a small reassuring smile, ready to tell his brother the cheap stunt Tabassum Bashar pulled up to disgrace Maria, but before he could say something in their defense, Aaqib Ahwaan made his entry, clueless of the tension brewing between them. “Hassan, where were you ? I was looking everywhere….” perplexed with the entry of his father, he had no idea on how to resolve the misunderstanding and shared a h
My Unrequited Love TEN
THIRD PERSON'S POVHassan’s car was found damaged near a cliff, and it was assumed that he was dead. Police searched for his body for weeks, but still there was no sign.Weeks turned into two months but there was no news about him. It was like he vanished into thin air without any trace, without any evidence. The lively and cheerful Ahwaan Villa was gloomy now. Everything stopped with Hassan's disappearance. Everyone was mourning his loss. It was like they lost faith to find him…Only Aamina was the one who was still adamant, her heart full of hope of finding her twin brother one day. She was sure that brother, the other half of her soul, was still alive. She was not ready to believe that he had died. But his presence, his voice was something dearly missed by her. There wasn't a single night she had slept, without losing herself in his memories. And it was now badly affecting her health, deteriorating it, with passing days. Hassan was her mentor, her guide, her support. She loved h
My Unrequited Love ELEVEN
THIRD PERSON'S POVDays passed and as promised, Mustafa started ignoring her again, truthful to his words. Maria was hurt, and even cried inside the four walls of her room, but she knew it was a price she was paying for loving him. Knowing where it hurt the most, he was punishing her. But her heart, it was stubborn just like it had been from day one. Even after getting rejected so brutally, and repeatedly, it never stopped loving him. It never stopped craving for him, and his smile…She missed him, she missed teasing him, getting pampered by him, getting adored by him… She missed being with him. His mere presence was a soothing balm for her heart, he knew that… but the cruel man did not even bless her with his shadow. It was like he never lived in the same house as hers. Sitting on the dining table, her heart hammered with pain, when she saw him gracing them with his presence. Her heart was quenched of the thirst it was denied long ago. It felt so liberating. Maybe that was love
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
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