❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ❞
Series of different stories which are filled with care, tears, emotions, regret but at last ends with a lot of love.
Collection of desi romantic short stories from my wild imagination which will lea...
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As the wedding festivities began to wind down, Ayat stood by the exit, exchanging warm farewells with the guests. Her genuine smiles and laughter echoed through the hall, creating a glowing farewell atmosphere. Meanwhile, Arsalan remained in the car, his patience wearing thin as he watched her say her goodbyes.
Arsalan gripped the steering wheel as he drove, stealing quick glances at the rearview mirror. His ten-month-old daughter, Zainab, was fast asleep in her car seat, her tiny chest rising and falling peacefully. On the other hand, his son, Daniyal, was wide awake, his small hands reaching out curiously, his eyes shining with excitement at everything around him.
But then Arsalan's eyes landed on the flowers. The bouquet sat quietly on the passenger seat, yet it felt like it was mocking him.
Why does she still have these? Why is she holding onto them?
His thoughts spun wildly, jumping from irritation to something deeper-something he didn't even want to name. The flowers, once bright and lovely, now seemed dull and pointless. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, the tension building in his chest.
"Look, Beta," Arsalan muttered, his voice low. He wasn't really talking to his son. His eyes kept flicking to the bouquet.
"What a mess. The flowers are already ruined," he added, as if talking to himself.
In the backseat, Daniyal's little fingers stretched toward the bouquet, his curiosity growing. Arsalan frowned. What if Daniyal grabbed the flowers? What if they got crushed in his tiny hands?
And then a strange thought crossed Arsalan's mind. A dark, almost satisfying idea. His lips curved into a small smile.
Wouldn't it be better if Daniyal just ruined them?
Without really thinking, Arsalan made a sharp turn. The car swerved a little, and Daniyal, startled, flailed his arms. His hand hit the bouquet on Ayat's lap, and it tumbled onto the floor. Petals scattered everywhere.
"Dani!" Ayat gasped, her voice rising in surprise. She turned to look at her son.
Arsalan quickly put on an innocent face, shaking his head as if in disappointment.
"Oh no, beta! What did you do? I told you to be careful!" His tone was fake, but he made it sound like real concern.
"It's okay. They're just flowers," Ayat replied softly, though her voice carried a hint of sadness. She bent down to pick up the petals, carefully gathering the mess. Her eyes which were full of life now were tinted with sadness. It tugged his heart.
Arsalan felt an odd sense of relief, even satisfaction, as he watched her. The flowers were ruined now-just like he wanted. But the heavy feeling inside him didn't go away.
When they reached home, Ayat stepped out of the car. She didn't say much as she walked to the trunk to grab some bags. Arsalan stayed where he was, watching her. There was something about the way she moved-calm, steady, and somehow stronger than him in that moment.
