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”تیرے کہنے پر تجھے چھوڑ دیا ہے میں نے اس سے زیادہ تو محبت نہیں کی جا سکتی“
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"If you don't heal that hurt you, you'llbleed on people who didn'tcutyou."
- unknown.
She was strong, or at least that's what people thought of her. Sometimes we don't give room to a person to be human. And that's destroys them. And she was destroyed beyond repairs. And where was her repairer? Who could get her out from that undying hurt ever? There was no one. Or at least this is what she thought. She knew she wouldn't be able to let anyone in. She couldn't share her fragmented self with someone, she couldn't make someone's life go through hell back and forth just having her in their life. She couldn't open up herself to someone, she didn't know how would someone react having to witness the wounds and scars cemented to her soul. She had to fight those demons alone, and she knew that. She had to push him away, and it was their destiny.
She was strong, she was strong because people gave her no choice to be what she really was inside. Torn. Breaking through life. Dead.
"Regardless of how i feel, I should've been there for you."
- eloise night.
Zayan Ibrahim. One hell of a graceful man. Perfection screamed him. But what about those not so perfect screams that he always suppressed within. The world thought he had everything, only if they had a mere idea about the hollowness he held within..
His whole life had been on a constant guilt trip all these years. The pain lingering, taking over his soul and body was there even after all the avoidance. Those hazel orbs never abandoned his memory. The pain once he left them with had embedded somewhere deep within his soul that caused him destruction and that only.
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One thing that Zayan noticed on this trip that Zimal was having a filter on throughout. There was something wrong with her. It's like she had abandoned all the happiness of this universe on her, isolating herself from the world and its cruelty.
He wanted to talk to her from the first day since he moved in the city, but things kept happening. The destiny never held back from playing its awful games to them. He wanted to make things better for him, for her.
It was another evening of them at the villa they stayed. He felt sick for some reason today. He wanted to breathe fresh air. He was on his way to go the lake when he saw a girl standing there by the lake. Lost in her own miseries. He instantly knew it was Zimal. Her wavy long hair were freeing themselves in the air from the furry shawl she had spread over her shoulders. She let them be. She was too lost to be in her senses in that moment when a firm manly voice interrupted the chain of her thoughts.
