The Stars Have Eyes ✓

Ch-1 Falling Star

All the way back home tears were flowing from her eyes like water flows from a waterfall - without a pause.

It was her first heartbreak and hundredth chocolate outbreak. She was continuously eating chocolate while walking down the streets of Brampton.

Meet Yara Ansari.

A 19-year-old hopelessly un-romantic girl who tried her fate at love and terribly failed.

As she rang the doorbell, the door was opened by none other than her annoying stepbrother Asim.

It's not like they hate each other. No, they don't. They have nothing to do with each other and simply try to ignore each other's existence in the house.

However, it's human nature to judge each other. So, according to Yara, Asim's ignorance is quite annoying. All in all, Asim is annoying.

Back to the story,

Asim went back to whatever he was doing after opening the door and Yara headed to her room. Asim noticed her puffy cheeks and teary eyes but he ignored them, that's exactly why Asim is annoying.

Yara cried her heart out when she was alone in her bedroom. Crying in front of others will only make her look like a crybaby. And she knew no one will understand her. They only talk about their problems, their tragedies, and their feelings. They understand no one, except for themselves. And Yara understood it very well.

When she was done crying, it was time for dinner. And Yara hated Dinner. It is that hour in the twenty- four hours of a day when she had to face her father and her stepmother. She just hates them.

As expected, at the dining table, what she heard all the time were praises of her cousin Zuhair.

How Zuhair is well-educated and well-settled.

How Zuhair has etiquettes and manners.

How Zuhair earns a hefty amount for his working skills.

And how Yara should marry him.

Wait, what!?

"Come again?" Yara asked when her stepmother Derya's words brought her back from her now ex-boyfriend's thoughts.

"I said we want you to marry him," Derya said with an attitude which said it's not a big deal.

Well, to be honest, in the Desi society, it's actually not a big deal. Girls do marry a stranger, leaving it to their luck. But it's Yara we are talking about.

"I want you to divorce my father. Will you?"

Her question left Derya flabbergasted.

"How dare you?" Derya's anger exploded like a volcano.

"You can't control other's life or decisions. Just like you won't divorce my father on my wish. I won't marry any random guy on your stupid wish." Her reply was clear cut, leaving no room for arguments.

"You are marrying Zuhair at any cost and your opinion doesn't matter to me." It was her father, and it hurt listening to those words coming out of his tongue.

Maybe her aunt told her the truth that her father had married her late mother just for money. He was and still is, just a man running behind money.

"I know it doesn't matter to you. But I won't marry him. Mark my words."

Her cheek was met by a stinging sensation. He slapped her. Again.

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Asim was quite shocked when Yara asked him, "Do you have alcohol?"

She knew he drinks and keeps bottles hidden somewhere in his room.

And Asim actually handed her a bottle, looking at her sad face.

"Thank you." She mumbled and went to her room.

Around midnight she was fully drunk. Her logical senses were blocked by the effect of alcohol.

She wanted to escape. Escape her father. Escape her stepmother. Escape this house. Escape that forced alliance.

She pulled out a few bedsheets and did what she had seen in those Indian TV serials. She tied the edges of bedsheets and secured them to the window. She threw the string of bedsheets outside the window and climbed over it. Holding the sheets tightly Yara climbed downwards.

And she escaped.

She kept walking down the deserted streets. Crying at her fate. Cursing at her stepmother.

She looked high above, at the black night sky. The moon and the stars shining in their glories.

"Why me? I also deserve happiness." And she kept crying.

Suddenly she saw a star falling. As a kid, she always believed if we make a wish for a falling star, that wish will fulfil for sure.

And for once, she wished. Looking at the falling star.

"Please give me some happiness." She closed her eyes and joined her palms.

And she felt someone hug her.