I was getting dressed. I was going to visit Zara today, it's been a while since we've seen each other. One weird thing about her place was the guy, umm.. Hamza, yes. He was the most handsome guy I've ever seen. He has like really pretty blue eyes, one could for real get lost in them. All of his features were just perfect. He had light pink, really thin lips which suited him the best. The light black beard surrounded around his lips and nose at a really young age made him look even more beautiful. The word "handsome" was made for him. But obviously, I didn't have a crush on him, I mean he treated me like his younger sister and that was the most weird thing about him. Why would he do that? Does he know me? If yes, then what does he know about me?
Anyways, I decided to wear this black printed frock which one of my friends had gifted me. And I thought black tights would be the best combination. I also wore this off white coloured shawl over my arms. After getting dressed I came out of the bathroom and stood in front of the dressing table which was placed at a distance of two steps from the corner of the bed. The bed was placed with the wall that was in front of the room door. At the right side of the door were a line of cupboards. It was a pretty big room, enough for me I guess. With the cupboards was the glass window which brought in the sunrise making the atmosphere of the yellowish orange.
I looked up at myself in the mirror, brushed my hair and set it. I was pretty satisfied with my look, so I decided to get out of the house.
Out of my room is a lobby, and rooms are designed in line with each other inside the lobby. As the lobby ends you get into the lounge, sofas are placed around the lounge and a table in the centre of the sofas. At the back of one of the sofa there's an open kitchen, which can be seen from the sofa at the front. This was my Khala's house. She had adopted me. She didn't have a daughter, only three sons but they too didn't live with her.
However, I got out of the house, stopped a cab and lifted myself into it. I reached Zara's place.
YOU ARE READING
To The Girl I Loved The Most
RomanceThis is a story based on my life. I am a girl, Zara and he's a guy, Hamza, as precious as diamond. Both of us belonging from a Khan family, from being together at all times to falling in love with each other. The story of Hamza and Zara.
