THIRD PERSON'S POVShe was sitting on the swing in the garden area looking up in the clear blue sky, lost in her own thoughts when Murat saw her from the balcony of his room and he knew something was messing up her brain.Walking towards her, he quietly sat beside her, his suspicion confirmed when she didn't noticed his presence beside her and continued gazing up in the sky."What happened, dove ?"It was when he shook her a little, she turned to look at him startled with his actions."Huh...Did you say something ?""Are you okay ?"Looking inside her eyes he found strom brewing inside him."Tell me what's wrong. Maybe I'll be able to help you."Encouraging, he held her hand tightly asking her to confess everything."First promise me you won't get angry or do anything when I tell you about it."She was scared of his reaction but more than that she was scared of what he was capable of doing. She didn't wanted him to get into fight with Mustafa. It was of no use. "I am definitely going
THIRD PERSON'S POVAs soon as they reached an isolated place Maria jerked her hand off Murat's who was gaping at her in shock seeing her transform into a warrior lady as she was ready to attack him any second, so he started walking fast fearing her."Stop right there MURAT ABRAR CHOWDHARY!!!"Her scream stopped him instantly and he turned praying Allah to save him from her wrath.Making an innocent face he went near her acting clueless about everything he did."What ?"Her glares and the she was looking at him without blinking scared daylights out of him but he was expertly pulling out the facade of a brave man."Which stunt did you pulled back there ?"Showing her his puppy eyes he asked to which she smacked his shoulder hard, making him wince and narrow his eyes, his resolve of acting innocent breaking with her glares."Which one, dove ?""Don't dove me, Murat. I am in no mood for fun at all."His patience broke down and he answered her back having enough of her scoldings. He wasn't
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Are you sure about it ?"Aamina asked, passing her the flower jwellery for the small mayoon function they held for her in the backyard of their house even when she and Murat insisted to have a simple nikaah, nothing else."Sure about what Appi ?""Marrying Murat."Aamina's reply drained the glow she had on her face, replacing it with a deep frown."Why are you asking that ?"Why the hell she was asking her such an absurd questioning when she was getting married. Was she trying to question her decision ? Maria didn't knew what was going on her mind but she wasn't liking where their conversation was going."I just want to make sure if you are happy or not as you still have time to..."It was then Maria stopped her from completing her sentence trying to control her anger."How could you ask me to back out, Appi ? I would never do that. Murat is my friend and I am going to marry him. I would never back out now."She was so disappointed with Aamina. She was the one who
THIRD PERSON'S POV"How is it ?"Showing Murat her palms filled with intricate designs of mehendi, she waited for him to compliment it."Good."The small smile on her face vanished hearing him, replacing it with a deep frown. It took hours to clad her palms and feet with mehendi, for their nikaah tommorow and he didn't even complimented it properly."Only good ?""Haan, kyuki mehendi se zyada khoobsurat tum lag rahi ho."(You are looking more beautiful and radiant as compared to these intricate designs of henna on your hand.)He grinned, pinching her cheeks, seeing her laugh loudly at his remark."That was too cheesy Murat.""Yes, because I love cheesy talks."He had a stupid grin on his face which made her shook her head at his silliness, but she smiled nonethelessly seeing him happy. Her smile didn't lasted for long when her eyes landed on Mustafa who was standing in the balcony of his room smoking. His eyes held a distanced look, the same look she saw in his eyes when they lost Has
MIR MUSTAFA AHWAAN'S POV🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋Emptiness... Is what I feel... Darkness is what I dwell in... The day she left, she took away everything of mine. The day she left, was the day I realised I should not have let her go. She is the girl I was always in love with. And till now I can't get over her.The day I saw her leaving, was the day my heart stopped beating....She was my everything and will always remain so.I wasn't able to stop her, back at that time. How could I ? I broke her. The man who promised to be by her side always, was the one who turned his back towards her. She was right when she said I lost everything. I was the one who burned down everything with my own damn hands. I was the one who turned down her love. I insulted her love calling it to be her infatuation towards me.How wrong I was ? I regret, I regret everything. I regret turning down her love. I regret breaking my birdie, my innocent birdie. I wish she was
Ek samundar hai jo mere kaabu mein hai, aur ek katra ahi Jo mujhse sambhala nahi jata...Ek umr hai jo bitani hai unke baghair, aur ek lamha hai jo mujhse guzara nahi jata. --Gulzaar ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐THIRD PERSON'S POVEverything was pitch black.....Black always suffocated her, scared her, taking her anxiety to the highest peak.... The same was happening now!Her heart palpitated as she walked further into the black abyss dread filling her heart... there was nothing to hold onto, nor was there anyone she could clutch to. She was alone, all alone.... Silence accompanying her to the depths of nothingness.“Maria....” a whimper escaped her lips when she heard someone, someone too familiar, too precious. Her legs carried her forward as she desperately ran towards the source of voice calling her. Light followed her, clearing the path the more she ran. Everything around her was now illuminating and she felt her sorrow lifting watching the sight
THIRD PERSON'S POV The sun rays tickled her face, providing her warmth in the middle of a chilly winter morning, but here she was standing, scrunching her nose towards the man who was holding on to his stubborn and defensive stance since last fifteen minutes, and now she was losing the bits of sanity watching the stubborn mule. "Osama!!! How irritating you can be ?! Just tell me the limit you are going to torture me, because I am at my wits end." her voice faltered and she made it look like she was close to crying but the insolent, imprudent man was not even fazed by her. If this would have been a normal situation he would have jumped into action and complied with her orders but now he couldn't. Why would he ?! All he saw was the clouds of storm hovering over his head promising destruction, death and misery.... "Of course! You would say that. Because you are not the one who is endangered. Meri jaan khatre mein hai and instead of sympathising with me, you are calling me irritating
THIRD PERSON'S POV Her gaze was fixed over the neat bandage Mustafa had tied when she heard him call her. Humming, she tilted her head, forgoing how she had to stretch her head upwards. Ignoring the voice of her head which was mocking her tiny form in front of him, she focused over him, finding him gazing at her with scrutiny. “What happened ? Is everything alright ?” her heart sped up as if it was running a marathon when Mustafa passed her a nervous smile. “It is, but I want to tell you something, more like inform you....” No word came out of her mouth and she simply nodded, confronting him to continue. She was sure whatever it was, was not in her favour. “Badi dado is here.” there it was! The message of the doomsday....Colour drained from her face and she turned pale, groaning at the news. Badi dado was the only sister of their grandfather... The eldest member of their family. Although she adored the Ahwaan's, but she was the woman who was too strict. Having seen her husband mar