She had tried. She even looks outside but she eventually stares at Shuraim. Like she always did.
She has always found him intimidating. The sharp eyes had a numbness to it, a wall so hard she could barely encompass behind these hard glances. He had...
Heal my heart like it's yours. Perhaps that will prove your love.
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Convenience is the biggest thief. Like now, it made him nauseous, frustrated, tired, anxious and so much more. Love was a convenience that scathed the inner peace out of him.
There were certainly a lot of emotions Shuraim felt when he finally decided to open the door of his father's office. One of them being restlessness. He wasn't sure what it was for. He just went for it. He stood in front of the rectangular light oak table. His father knew it was him. He wouldn't look up until his son began,
“I want to get married, Baba.”
The line came out of desperation. It was longing. Ali, his father knew it. He continued to stare down at his desk, looking at the papers.
“To whom?” He asks.
“To… to a girl who… has dimples… has chubby cheeks, small eyes, small nose, beautiful lips. And… and… and not a… Patel blood… she should be… 5’7. Curly black hair-”
“Shuraim.” Ali called. The eyes that were stuck to the papers still, couldn't fathom courage to gaze up at his son. “You don't want another one… that looks just like her.”
“She is the first girl I truly loved, Baba. I… I was a fool to believe her.”
“Why would you want to be a fool again by trying to find another person who looks exactly like her?”
“Because I don't think I have ever liked any-”
“No! No.” Ali stares at his jet black eyes. “You never had a type. She just walked in. And you made her your type. You made her the only face you… could admire.”
“I… I want to-”
“You don't want to get married, Shury. You need time. You need healing. It's ok. The world doesn't end in one person.”
Shuraim had slept a lot that day. He was heart broken. The househelp who would enter the room would see his tear stricken cheeks. It was like a lion dropped down and accepted defeat. But Ali had faith in his son. Pain takes time to heal. It wasn't just pain. It was betrayal. It was stepping on blinded trust. It was so much… worse than a heart attack.
He wouldn't go to the office though he never missed it before. He didn't make any public appearances. He would just come to the basement of The Baig house, stare at a room and go upstairs as he wasn't allowed to enter inside by his mother.
Days passed by, one night when he took his phone and decided to delete all of it. The pictures, the clips, the contact. Everything!
