Realm of Love [Short Love Stories]

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𝓘 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓖𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓽 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮.

T H I R D P E R S O N

Sahar let a soft chuckle hearing the fight of the children playing in the street. They looked adorable fighting as she waited for her friend Ramsha near her home. Ramsha became her friend in a café. She gazed at them, who were playing cricket."I will do bating. You will do balling. Last time, it was I who did balling. Let me do bating now." Wearing a pastel purple t-shirt, an eleven-year-old boy with fair skin tone and doe chocolate eyes argued.

"The place you are standing is my street. My home is here but yours isn't. Your home is in the street next from here." The latter fought. A tan-skinned tall eleven-year-old with smokey eyes. "I hope you never became a captain in any team." The boy wearing the purple t-shirt threw the ball away. "Because you would the worst in taking decisions and the team will suffer for your stupidity." He walked out of the street raging in anger, some of the boys who were standing around ran behind him. The latter rolled his eyes at his words. She felt bad as she sighed.

Sahar took the ball which stopped near her foot. He came near her. "Please give me the ball." Sahar simply stared at the ball and an idea popped up in her mind. "I will give you. It's all yours but in one condition."

He knitted his brows and asked, "What is it?" She bends at his level. "First of all, what is your name?"

"Faizaan."

"Faizaan, what if I don't give you this ball?" Sahar asked. "That's wrong, it's mine," He stated. "But you were doing wrong a while ago. This street doesn't belong to you. Nothing in this world belongs to us. We belong to Allah(SWT) and we shall return to him. Be kind to others, beta." She advised.

"I am sorry. I was wrong." He looked down. "Don't apologise to me, apologise to the boy you hurt." He nodded giving a small smile as she passed the ball. He ran to the street next to apologise. A smile spread on her face.

"Ma Shaa Allah!" Sahar heard behind her. She turned around to face him. There he stood, Shahveer Siddique. His gaze on her screamed with kindness, softness and tenderness.

She inhaled slowly looking at him. She knew him, he was her saviour, the man who saved her dignity, respect and herself. Her smile became wider. She wanted to thank him. It has been a few days since that incident occurred. She didn't inform anyone about it. She knew if she informed them about it, Izhaan would never let her go to work. He was protective about her, always. He loved her dearly but she never felt any such emotions in her lifetime towards him.