Abrar"I can't wait to unfold you", I groaned, looking straight into her eyes. Sometimes I felt like confronting her and make her spit everything that stayed behind the darkness to me.She would say. She would have no options instead of telling me what had been going into her tiny head for months. But I waited, patiently waited for this to come."I can't wait to unfold it to you", her voice was sharp and raspy, a smile clinging to her lips when she drove her eyes away from me. "But I don't know if things would remain the same between us once you would get to know everything"Adding this, she had already warned me a million times. Maybe, she wanted me to be prepared. Nonetheless, I knew whatever the secrets were, they could change our equations but not the way I felt for her. The only reason I was not telling her about my feelings as I didn't want to start anything by keeping mysteries between us."I don't want things to remain the same between us,

Abrar"May I come in, Sir?", I half-opened the door of Mr. Ali's cabin. He used to come office twice a week and usually on Monday and Tuesday. It was Thursday and I was a bit shocked to see him. It freaked me out when I saw Irtaza with him.I never disliked anyone for no reason. But for him! I didn't know why I couldn't stand him."Come in, Abrar", Mr. Ali beamed as I came inside with a smile."Good morning, Sir""Good morning. Have a sit", he said as I took my seat beside Irtaza."You're in the office today? Is there something important today?", I asked."Not today but tomorrow", Mr. Ali chuckled at me. I got confused."What's tomorrow?", I asked and with my question, both of them gawked at me. It was weird.I rolled my eyes at them. What was the next day? And if there was something, why did they get shocked when I said I didn't know about it? Was I supposed to know?"Well, Abrar. I don't know if you have a surpr

AbrarOur eyes locked. We smiled at each other as I parted my lips to reply but it didn't seem like she wanted me to answer. She turned on her heels and opened the door of the car then glanced at me again."If it's possible, try to come back soon. I may wait for you at the dinner", she passed a smile and climbed into the car. I leaned down and looked inside the window."If it's possible, try to finish the dinner", I told her though I knew once she decided to do something, she wouldn't listen to me."Bye", she chuckled.I leaned back as the car was pulled out of the gate. As I walked back to the building, Zoya's voice chimed inside my head. Habit! I never thought it would feel so good to be someone's habit. Especially hers."One day, you'll go crazy", Kaif's voice brought me back to the moment. He was standing at the entrance and joined me inside."What happened?", I rolled my eyes."You were smiling without a reason. Okay, let

Zoya From the moment I opened the door for him today, I could see something else in his eyes when he looked at me. Not the way he stared at me every day. It was kinda different. I didn't know what it was. There might be something about the birthday. I didn't see any other reason for it. Nonetheless, I wished he would look at me the same way he was doing now. My cheeks felt warm as I tried not to smile. Stop giving him hints, Zoya. It's not the time for this. I scolded myself and closed my eyes shut for a while. Stop blushing! Stop smiling! Be the same one with him you always pretend to. I was ordering myself repeatedly but it was being impossible for me to hold it with every passing second. Especially now it hit me whenever I pretended to be harsh with him. I was not the same girl anymore who didn't care about him and show her stupid arrogance. I did care for him now. More than I ever did for anyone exce

 ZoyaThe sun was already too hot which meant it's noon. I looked at the clock to be sure from the balcony. My phone kept vibrating with tons of messages from people I knew but was not in touch with, people from the office, people in relatives. All my birthdays were spent in a room. I used to lie down and wait for the evening for abbu's surprise which I used to be aware of and to kill the time, I used to copy a 'thank you' text and paste it into each reply section. Every year, I used to visit my parents twice. On every Eid, on every birthday.But this year, it was completely different, filled with a different feeling. The last 12 hours of my life seemed to be the most magical. And I wanted them to continue. Such a vast change in Abrar's behavior was still like a dream to me. I wondered for how long he was trying to hide his feelings and his desires from me. I did the same.Was it actually necessary?The cool breeze of autumn gave chills all o