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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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