All Chapters of My Unrequited Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 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

THIRD PERSON'S POV Her heart pained as she took steps towards Aaqib Ahwaan’s room. Everything around seemed gloomy when her heart was not at peace. It was since that day they both fought and just like he had promised Mustafa stopped interfering in her life. But it was not something which hurt her, it was him ignoring her completely had her mind going crazy. It wasn’t her fault that Azhar shoved off spoon inside her mouth forcefully. Yes, she had not answered Mustafa but was it necessary for her to explain herself ? To give a statement about her truth ?! She had believed that it was useless to give explanations. Your loved ones would always know you better, they would know your heart, and that they were the ones to defend you even when you were capable enough to fight your own battles. But Mustafa let her down this time. How could he not read her ? How could he not when he was the first one to detect her emotions. He said her eyes were her mirror, then why was he acting like he co

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

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