The second book in the 'Unconditionally' series.
They say we get over childhood crushes as we grow up.
But what if the childhood crush develops into something so deep that it's irrevocable?
I've read many stories, but only fictions have happy endin...
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Rohaan
Sometimes in a blink of an eye, your whole world comes crashing down around you, your whole future destroyed.
"...you do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence." The police officer grimly told me.
"I'm innocent. I swear. I didn't do anything!" I was in tears, and I sensed no humiliation. I was being framed.
"Rohaan!" Arsalan shouted out from the crowd of bystanders.
"Arsu, tell them! I didn't do anything!" I shouted back.
My little brother was already on his phone, but the night faded away in the blue lights of the police car as I was taken away by the police.
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A FEW HOURS EARLIER
It was a Friday night, and I was bored out of my mind, so I walked into Arsalan's room and asked, "Yo, you want to see the new action film?"
He looked up from the book he was reading, and I could tell by his expressions that he was getting ready to say no.
"Come on, bro. I'm bored." I urged him.
He sighed and put his book down. "Take Haya Appi."
"She complains too much when watching action films." I paused. "Yo, you do this and I promise that I'll go with you to one of those stupid membership-only book warehouses that Hoor used to accompany you to."
"You better not call it stupid. And you better not complain." He pointed a finger in warning.
"I won't say anything verbally. Although it's too much to ask if you expect me to neutralise my expressions as well."
"Fine."
"It's a midnight show. Get ready. Let me go tell Boss Woman." I headed out of his room and down the stairs.
Naturally, our mother was less than happy. "Yeh koi time hai donon ka akele bahar jaane ka? Sharif ghar ke ladke..." She was watching TV, sat beside Papa, both of them having cups of coffee after long days at work.
*"Is this the time for you two to be going out? Boys of decent families..."
And then I played the card that Hoor and Haya regularly played. I glanced at Papa with a pleading expression.
