Predestined

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Hey, guys! I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, but I was under sever writer's block for this story.

Well, I'm back with the epilogue. For me, this story is over and should have ended two months ago, but life got in the way.

Thank you all for joining me on this journey of Shehzad, Sobia, Mishal and Rohail- and Sarib, to some extent.

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PREVIOUSLY ON PREDESTINED

Mishal and Rohail went to Murree for a couple of days for a quick getaway.

And Rohail went missing...

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Mishal

"Where are you, Rohail?" I was almost in tears, my hand shaking as I stared down at my phone. He wasn't answering, and he hadn't been in our suite. 

He had come back here to change his shoes for hiking, but when he hadn't returned for a while, I had come up here to search for him.

My paranoid mind kept taking me back to the night when Sarib...

I sank down onto the bed, burying my face in my hands as I tried not to hyperventilate.

His hazel eyes, his smile, his warmth, his care, his affection. I kept thinking of everything about him that made my heart speed up, and sent butterflies swirling around in my stomach. 

I thought about how Maaz smiled when he looked up at him, the sadness of fatherlessness slowly fading in his eyes as he realised that he had an affectionate father-figure in his life once again.

I thought about Inara, the sweet little angel, who had been rejected by her own mother, and whose father meant everything to her. She needed Rohail.

The elderly father, who had happily seen his son once again start a married life, and who had waved us off at the doorstep as we left, needed Rohail.

Rabail, whose big brother was like her best friend, needed Rohail.

They all loved him immensely and they needed him.

I sat up straight, eyes wide. I need Rohail.

People say that humans don't need another person to survive. A loved one, no matter how precious, is not vital for living. Life moves on, even after people fade away from it. And maybe, physically they were right. The body keeps operating, the heart keeps beating, the lungs keep fulfilling their duty that keep us breathing, the mind keeps creating new memories, new thoughts. But somewhere, deep inside, a part of you has disappeared with that loved one- a part of you that you'd never get back. And I knew that very well from experience.

I'd lost a part of Mishal when Sarib had passed away- his wife, his best friend, his life partner. She'd left with him, leaving behind Maaz's mother and a woman who was living just because she still had heartbeats remaining.