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
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
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
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
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
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe next day Maria went towards the breakfast table with a big smile on her face to start a new and fresh day, trying to enjoy her limited days at her Abba's house. Yes, her home was in Mumbai now. Ahwaan villa was just her Abba's house.She was happy after so long and longed to stay like that only. Her motive was simple and clear. It was to ignore Mustafa Ahwaan and stay happy. Staying away from him was her key to happiness.But as much as she succeeded avoiding him the whole day she wasn't able to avoid him at the dinning table just like now. He was sitting across her giving her his best smile whenever their gazes clashed with each other. There was a time she loved seeing him smile but right now his smile was making her feel annoyed and she was ready to bash him if he didn't take his irritating gaze off her."Baba Noor want coco cake..."She sighed in relief when little Noor diverted all his attention towards herself. "Baby they are finished. See, none is left."
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Murat!!"Jerking her hand off Mustafa's hold she ran towards Murat, her face adorned with a beautiful smile and hugged him tightly with all her strength."I am not running anywhere, dove. You can relax."Murat smiled rubbing her back seeing her holding him with so much affection."Murat I.....""Ji boliye."(Yes, sweetie.)Caressing her cheeks he encouraged her to go on"I missed you so much."She confessed looking in his eyes with a bright smile to which he chucked ruffling her hair."I can see that very well."His answer changed her smile to that of a scowl instantly and she started glaring at him."You didn't missed me ?""I missed your cute, and annoying self so much, that it was driving me insane."He teased pinching her cheeks which were red due to anger."What!!! Annoying and me ?!! You are so bad, Murat."Scowling she slapped his shoulder to which he held her hand having an innocent smile on his face."But I said your 'cute' annoying self, and not annoying
THIRD PERSON'S POVGetting down the first thing she did was to look for dado who was not present on the dinning table which made her frown, catching Mustafa's lies.She was climbing stairs again to call Murat when she bumped into Mustafa which unbalanced her to fall but he was quick to hold her wrist and pulled her towards himself, saving her from falling down which would have injured her a lot. "Ouch...."Her head bumped into his hard chest when he was pulling her towards himself to save her."What are you made of.... FREAKING BRICKS OR CEMENT?"She groaned rubbing her forehead to which he could only smile amusedly at her response."Is this the way to say thank you! to someone who just saved you ?"He teased, which made her stop rubbing her forehead and scowl at him."I never asked you to save me. In fact, it would have been better for me to fall down, rather getting saved by you."She angrily replied to which he grinned and leaned towards her face making her cower back towards the