𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐇تمہاری أليزي

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄: 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔...کریب تمہارے

OXFORD

A few months later...

ALISA

Alisa was behind the driver's wheel of her car. For her 19th birthday, her parents had gifted her a Porsche Panamera once she passed her driving test a few months ago, and she loved it dearly.

She was driving ahead of her parents, who were leading her to her new home for the next six years. She'd been given the ground floor apartment by her parents in the house that they had given to Armaan. It was converted into two flats; one upstairs and one downstairs.

Armaan lived in the apartment upstairs and Ahmed was going to move in with him. Alisa was downstairs. She was going to be joined by Seher, her new friend and roommate, who was going to move in next week.

Alisa was thinking about Sherry. He'd been on the phone with her whilst she was driving earlier on and had said he'd pay her a visit some time that day, to help her unpack. She thought about how lonely it would be, living in that apartment on her own for the first week. She thought about how she wanted to spend time with Sherry more often.

He lived and worked in Oxford, just like Armaan but was always in London for the weekends. He'd spend his Saturdays with Alizeh, just the two of them. They'd always dress up in disguises and tour London together, so as to not accidentally tell the press they were together.

He was becoming her everything. She didn't know if it was love, but sometimes it felt like it. It felt like they had their own little world amongst the chaos of planet earth. It was just Shehryar and Alizeh.

Alisa hadn't realised that the traffic light she was stopped at had turned green. Her parents, who were in her father's Rolls-Royce, were now well ahead of her. She sped up a little, overtaking the car ahead her and driving along with them. Ahmed's car was somewhere around them too, but Alisa knew he loved to race and he was probably miles ahead of her and their parents.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at their new home. Alisa had designed it inside and out meticulously. She'd argued with her parents that a her home for the next six years it should be perfect. There was no arguing, it really was perfect.

Armaan was there as of the day before, and he answered the door. "As salaam o alaikum bhai." Alisa smiled, giving him a hug. She knew he hated them, but what else was she supposed to do? "Wa alaikum as salaam." He nodded, making way for her and their parents to come inside.

She walked into her living room; spacious, open bright and jaw dropping-ly gorgeous. She was elated to be there. It was perfect.

***

Sherry

Sherry was in his car that evening, thinking of what to do. He'd bought Alizeh a housewarming gift- a very fancy coffee machine because they both loved drinking coffees together and a pair of mugs that looked adorable for the both of them.

Armaan was on shift but there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be back early. He wasn't going to be able to hide his sports car in the shared driveway. He took the risk anyways, and drove over to hers. Ahmed was upstairs and Sherry could always just say that he was simply popping in to say hi and that Alizeh insisted he stay for a drink.

He knocked on the door with the giant box and a gift bag in his hand, waiting for her to open it. He waited and watched as the door opened.

"Sherry!" Alizeh squealed as she opened the door to find him. "Alizeh." He smiled. "Come in, come in," She grinned, leading him inside. "Welcome to my humble abode." She beamed, twirling around.

"It's amazing." Sherry complemented, placing the box on the floor and passing her the gift bag. "I bought you a coffee machine and I bought us these." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Hey." She whispered, placing a hand on his cheek and leaning in to steal a kiss from him. "That's more like it." She blushed, looking him in the eye.