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,

ZoyaAfter taking a bath, I came in front of the mirror and looked at myself, finding another woman hidden behind the grief. We usually fall in love with unexpected people at an unexpected time.  I thought this was a myth. Humans can have control over their emotions. They can decide whom they want to love. I was wrong.  If I hadn't loved him, it didn't hurt so much. I would feel guilty, but I would never be heartbroken.  I tried to apply some talcum powder to look better and combed my hair. It took me back to the memories where Abrar used to stare at me. I knew he was looking at me, still, I pretended not to know. The feeling was magical. My eyes drifted to the phone.  I took it and checked it with limited expectations. Nothing. It worried me more than it hurt me and I hoped he

Zoya"Zoya!", dadi beamed from another side, her voice filled with happiness."Dadi, ssshhh", I shushed her so that she didn't talk aloud with me. I didn't want Abrar to know that I had called her."What happened?", she whispered."I don't want Abrar to hear us, please", I said.I heard dadi sighing."Okay", she agreed. "He is at the table and I'm standing near the couch. He can't hear us""Table? He's eating?", a smile curved on my face."After a lot of debate, I could finally bring him to the table. He's trying to eat", she said. I was glad that he had his grandparents. I couldn't imagine the consequences if he would be alone after this."How are you?", dadi scoffed. "I know you are still devastated"I couldn't reply and only gulp down, trying to find an answer."I'm trying to—", I paused."Don't worry. I'm here, no? I'll talk to him", she said."No, dadi. Let me handle thi

ZoyaI literally rushed out of the car and ran into the office building. My heart was racing faster and I was dying to meet Abrar. I had waited for long 24 hours which seemed no less than 24 years. I wished he understood that and replied at least once. I didn't want him to be sweet to me. But at least he could argue with me, he could insult me, he could blame me. Anything! Anything that made him speak to me. But he did none of them. His silence, the separation; both of these drove me crazy.I realized the employees gazing at me. They might have been into the incident of my birthday night. Then all those things on social media. I didn't care.Excited, I reached near Abrar's cabin and let out a sigh. I was waiting for my breathing to get normal. I didn't want to panic in front of him again. I needed to be calm as possible. Holding the knob I twisted it and came inside, keeping the smile on my face.But it vanished.It vanished when I discovered the c

Zoya"Keep dreaming, Irtaza Kaiser", I shot him a glare and stepped closer to him, looking straight into his eyes. "You have seen what I can do for my father. To which extend I can go for him then you should also realise what I can do if it comes to those two precious men in my life. Don't take me lightly"He chuckled and stepped back while clapping. "Now, this is called fun. It'll be fun to have a battle with you, Zoya Ali. But there's a warning for all the fighters. One- never fight with that person who is not in love. Two- fight with that opponent who's madly in love. I hope you got my point", he winked at me and walked towards the door."Good luck, Zoya", I heard him saying from behind as he slammed the door.I pushed myself on the chair, leaning back and closing my eyes, my fists clutched. I wanted to yell out the anger."Arrgghh", I groaned, clutching my hair. Was all this not enough? When I was struggling with my life to put all the pieces b