Attachment 💔

Unwanted Emotional attachment !

Hala's Pov

Three years ago, if anyone had told me I'd fall in love with him, I would have surely been furious enough to consider drastic actions for just suggesting such a thing.

Hariz Shariff: the biggest mistake of my life. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine he'd become my best friend, nor did I foresee that I would become so deeply attached to him that I would rather die than let him go.

Thinking back to the day I first saw him—actually, I didn't notice him at all until his ex-girlfriend cried in front of me, recounting how horribly he had treated her and how he had ruined her life. Listening to her heart-wrenching story, I knew I was going to hate him forever. I wish I had stuck to my resolve. I wish I had never sought his help for that stupid project. I wish I had never called him, texted him, or wanted to know him.

I still remember the first time I texted him, reminding him to wear a proper formal suit as instructed by the lecturer. The second time, he texted me to wish me a happy birthday. The third time, I texted him for help with the project. Little did I know that these simple exchanges would lead to so much regret.

Hariz Shariff became infamous when his ex-girlfriend cheated on him. Everyone witnessed how deeply he had loved Maria and their dramatic breakup. My best friend Raina and I were particularly entertained by the spectacle.

"Come to college to study, not to cling to each other," we'd say in disgust. This cemented his place on my hate list, which only grew longer.

After his heartbreak, as I got to know him better, I didn't realize when I began opening up to him. Reserved and shy, I started talking freely about everything, as if he was meant to listen to me for life. I thought he was genuinely listening, but the truth was he was just using me to forget his ex-girlfriend's betrayal, using me as a distraction. Unaware of this, I started building a mini world where only he and I existed.

I hate him for dragging me out of a world where he had no part. I hate him for putting me in a position I never wanted to be in. I hate him for making me someone I never knew. I hate him for everything, now and forever.

Oh, did I forget to mention that he hates me too—more than I hate him. Funny, right? But that's the truth. And I, Hala Khan, don't care about his opinion or his feelings, be it hate or whatever.