Abrar
"Perfect", I said, looking at the beautiful ring glistening inside the box. I wondered how it would look in her thin finger. Would she love it? She would, I know. She loved the bracelet I gave her when she didn't even like wearing bracelets. "Thanks a lot"
"Here's your bill", the man passed me a memo. I looked at the numbers and couldn't believe I spent so much on this still, I wasn't having any regrets. It happened the first time to me.
I paid him the amount and came out of the shop. It was dark all around. The party might have started. I had to rush. Mr. Ali would be disappointed with me if I made it too late. I walked to the nearby florist and brought a beautiful bouquet, red roses! I wanted to buy 223 roses since it had been 223 days since we met. So many days passed! However, I couldn't handle them right now and thought to give this surprise later.
I hired an auto and left for the office.
My heart was pounding faster. Just
AbrarZoya hugged her father as a few business clients joined to congratulate her. It was her moment, so I thought to give her some space and moved to the counter."Anything cold. Alcohol-free", I said to the man who was serving the drinks."Sure, sir", he said.I looked back. Zoya was shaking hands with the partners, one by one. I smiled at her and picked out the box of that ring. Would be happy more than she was now? I hoped so.The waiter gave me a cola and I started taking sips when I heard the music in the background. I didn't look back and continued to drink."Hey", Zoya grabbed my arm from behind as I looked up at her."Congrats", I smiled at her when she was gazing at me."What happened?""I'm watching you, Mr. Zafar. You're doing weird things from the moment you came here. Why didn't you come to me after the announcement? You just vanished", she groaned."Well, there were many big people to congratu
ZoyaI pinned myself with the wall, my head becoming heavy. I knew the truth because it was I who did this. But never before did I feel like a culprit. When Irtaza spoke the truth, those words felt terrible and I sensed myself to be the worst girl in this world. I couldn't speak though I tried to force myself."Tell me, Zoya. I'm not wrong, right?", he walked towards me and came closer, so much that I could never imagine him to be. But I was out of courage to drive him away.He showed me a mirror.Abbu used to say, "we know what mistakes we have done. But we take them lightly. But when someone else shows us what we did, we become cowards to see the truth""Say it, Zoya. Didn't you?", his face was hell close to mine but I didn't dare to move. I was facing myself. The mirror which showed what I was and what I did. "There's no point of lying because I got to know everything about you and your so-called acts. Now, I'll just go and tell the
Zoya I was standing numb there, unable to figure out what to say or what to do. His complaint-filled eyes staring at me, his eyes glistening to roll down the teardrops he was holding back. He was broken! My breathing got faster and I strived to take a step towards him. "Ab—", before I could even call him, he turned around and walked straight out of the room. "Abrar!" I clamored but he didn't look back, just left the big bouquet filled with red roses on the floor. My eyes froze on them for a while. I just ran and went on my knees, collecting them. Thorns pinched my skin but I didn't care. Those were the first roses he had ever brought for me. I could hear my clamor. I was crying my heart out while hugging the bouquet. When I couldn't move or do anything, my heart screamed out to go after him. I couldn't let him go. I would bring him back, I would bring my love back. No matter what. Forcing my legs to get up, I rushed out without was
ZoyaEvery word coming out of his mouth was hurting me and pinching me like hell. He couldn't do this and I would not let him. I gulped down and tried to cry, holding the knob tightly."It's not your heart that's asking me to leave. Is it? I know you can't live without me. The way I can't. Please don't hurt yourself for me", I pressed my forehead against the door and cried out again.I had no explanation, no justification to give him for whatever I did. I was his culprit and all I could do was to plead to him."Please Abrar. I'm begging you. Talk to me once", I sobbed.He was silent again and I kept ranting and crying. The next moment, my body slid down and I gathered myself against the door. I want to be closer to him as much as possible. That was the only distance that made me feel he was there."Don't cry", his words came harsh but filled with concern and love. While whimpering I couldn't help smiling and brushing off the tears."I
AbrarWhy was she always trying to hurt me? First betraying me, then doing something I could never tolerate. She cried a lot. It literally forced me to go to her and console her in my arms. She knew that I couldn't tolerate this. Still, she was hurting me more with her tears.Each word that came out of her mouth, pierced my heart. The confession I wanted was no more special to me.Yes, my heartbeat fastened when she confessed her love for me. But she cried like this on the streets that night. I trusted her, she looked real. When she said that fake story, she seemed to be real.She was such a good actor which haunted me.Should I trust her again?Could I?Did she really love me or did she only want her truth to be safe again?My love for her still existed and would always exist, but my trust in her—I couldn't trust her anymore.I was sitting beside the bed on the floor, my head pinned on the bed as I stared
ZoyaMy eyes ached when I opened them and rolled them around. My breathing got faster when I found myself in the room. I clearly remembered that I was outside. It meant he brought me here?My lips curved into a smile, though the agony was still killing me. My back, my stomach, my hands, and legs, whole body ached as I tried to get up and look at the couch to find him.He was not there.My eyes drifted to the clock. It was still too early. He didn't wake up so early. I jumped off the bed and walked out of the room.My legs stopped near the table when I spotted him sleeping in the living room. He slept here, leaving me inside. He still maintained the distance I didn't want anymore. I felt happy when I woke up, but now sadness surrounded me again."Stop being selfish again, Zoya", I screamed at myself. "It's not about you now. It's about him. Stop victimizing yourself"I pushed my legs to walk near the couch where he was fa
Abrar"Abrar, have you lost it? I don't think you're in your senses", dadi was continuously screaming at me when I was stuffing my mouth with dry bread, sitting at the dining table.I was swallowing them in a rage as if I was gulping down the agony."I'm talking to you", dadi yelled again from the living room.Zoya had been packing her stuff in the room. It had been more than twenty minutes. It never took her so long to pack stuff. She might be trying to make a delay. Or she was hoping for me to change the decision.I could not."Okay, she might be at a fault. But this is not the way to solve issues", she said again.But I didn't want to solve that.Issues could be solved.Not conspiracy.I wished I could say that to dadi.I wished I never loved her. I wished she were not a girl.I would easily tell the truth to everyone. But her dignity meant a lot to me."I want some time. Mayb
Zoya It took me a while to absorb the fact that I had to leave him. We had to part ways. But as far as I knew it was going to hurt, I also knew that I would never let my first love go so easily. I believed he would forgive me, he would realize my love for him, he would give me another chance. And that was the only thing which handled me. I had the hope. I came out of the room with my bag and didn't find him. Dadi was standing near the table. She looked devastated. "Dadi!", I tried to smile. "It's your home. He can't just force you to leave. Don't give in", she said in a harsh voice. I wanted to tell her everything that I didn't have any rights on this home and anything that belonged to him. I wanted to confess what I had done and he was not at fault. But his anger-filled words didn't let me do it. I already offended him enough and he would lose it if I told my truth to anyone. He was making me fall in love with him, even more,