𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ✓

-9-

-Please talk to me, Naaz.

I had sent her this message an hour ago, but there was no response from her side. I groaned in frustration.

"I can't do this anymore," I muttered to myself.

It had been over three weeks since I confessed my love to Naaz, and she had been ignoring me, my messages, and my calls ever since. It was pure torture. Three whole weeks of silence. This was the longest we had ever gone without speaking or seeing each other. It was driving me insane. I couldn't stay away from her; it was impossible.

But I also understood her situation. She must be in shock from everything that happened that day—my sudden confession and the humiliation from that misunderstanding about the man's arrival. It was too much for her.

But what about me? I was helpless in love. I needed to see her, even if she ignored me or refused to talk. I just needed to see her, even if it was from a distance.

An idea sparked in my mind, and I quickly checked the time on my wristwatch. It showed 5:30 p.m. I still had time to go to her coaching center and see her from afar. Her classes ended at 6:30.

Smiling in happiness, I left my shop, ignoring the strange looks from my employees. They probably thought I was crazy. And maybe I was—crazy for my Naaz, my love.

I got into my car and drove to her coaching center. It took me exactly forty minutes to get there. I parked my car a little away from her coaching center in the parking lot of a shopping mall. Getting out of the car, I locked it and walked toward the coaching center.

The building was three stories high, with dark brown walls that looked almost black in the fading light. It had a huge black iron gate at the entrance, which gave it a somewhat imposing look. I stood there for a moment, taking in the sight. This was where she spent her evenings, where she was now, just beyond those gates. The thought of seeing her, even from a distance, filled me with a sense of anticipation and longing.

I positioned myself where I could see the entrance clearly but wouldn't be immediately noticed. My heart raced with the hope of catching a glimpse of her, the girl who had become my everything.

After waiting for around twenty minutes, I finally caught a glimpse of her. My heart leapt as I saw her beautiful face, a smile playing on her lips. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, even more so than I remembered.

She had left her long, black hair open, cascading down her back like a silken waterfall. Her flawless pale skin needed no makeup, but she had applied a touch of light pink lipstick, perfectly matching her natural lip color. Her eyes were adorned with just a hint of mascara, enhancing their natural allure. She wore a white salwar kameez, looking like a vision, a fairy come to life. The simplicity and elegance of her attire only added to her ethereal beauty. The way I love her.