𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐
Sara Zafar, once a vibrant, effervescent spirit, embarks on a new chapter of her life in New York. As she pursues her dream of becoming a psychologist, she undergoes a transformation, gradually...
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I close the door to my apartment, my back colliding with its solid surface.
My mind is blank. Totally blank.
I make my way towards the kitchen driven by an instinctive need for something to calm my racing heart.
I know I need a swig of cold water from the fridge to help me chill out. Chugging the water down my throat, I let my eyes seal shut for a solid minute. They remain tightly closed. Still closed.
I clasp my face with the palm of my hand, leaning down onto the kitchen island, my elbow propped on top. Silence envelopes the kitchen as I try to process everything that has just happened, attempting to make sense of the words that have escaped my lips.
What have I just done?
I agreed to marry him?
Him?
Aryan Kabir?
I agreed to be his wife?
Oh! Look at my confidence when I declared to him that 'We.are.getting.married!'
Look at my confidence when I boldly informed his dad to begin the preparations for our wedding!
I never imagined I would become so vulnerable to him that I would be willing to do whatever it takes to alleviate the pain he is going through.
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Gazing up at the blue, clear sky in the morning, I begin the day with a wide grin on my face. The world around me bustles with activity, as mothers hurriedly usher their children off to school and workers scurry to their jobs. And I make my way to my favorite cafe.
As I walk in, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee welcomes me. There's something undeniably special about sipping coffee in your favorite cafe on a lovely, sun-kissed morning.
As I approach the counter, all of a sudden my eyes catch a familiar figure standing next to me.
Aryan.
Sensing my sudden presence his gaze swiftly turns towards me, a frown etching his brow.
Wait. Why do I feel like this is funny!?
Somehow suppressing my smile, I steal a glance back at the girl, who meets my gaze with a slight smile.