Be My Special One

OMG!! He trust me!!

EHMEL!!

The haldi ceremony had ended late, and as I came back to my room, I went through my usual skincare routine and changed into my pajamas. But despite being tired, I found myself unable to fall asleep. I tossed and turned in my bed, but sleep was nowhere to be found. Frustrated, I decided to take a walk to clear my mind.

As I made my way downstairs, I passed by the poolside and my thoughts drifted back to the incident with Salar earlier in the day. I couldn't help but think about the way he had caught me when I almost fell into the pool. It was a small gesture, but it had left a deep impression on me.

I remembered how I had playfully rubbed haldi on his face, expecting him to get angry like he usually did. But to my surprise, he didn't say a word. This was the same man who hated haldi and didn't even allow his own mother to apply it on him. Yet, he had let me do it without any protest.

As I sat on the edge of the pool and dipped my feet in the water, I couldn't help but wonder about Salar. He was a complex man with a tough exterior, but there was something about him that drew me towards him. Despite his rough and cold demeanor, there was a softness in his actions that I couldn't ignore.

The moonlight reflected off the water, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes, trying to push his image out of my mind. But it was no use. He was always there, lurking in the back of my mind.

"What happened to me?" I whispered to myself. "Why am I always thinking about him?"

"Thinking about who?" a voice suddenly asked from behind me.

I jumped in surprise and turned to see Salar standing there, looking as handsome as ever in his night clothes. His messy hair added to his charm and I couldn't help but feel my heart rate increase at the sight of him.

"Oh my God, Salar, you scared me," I said, trying to catch my breath.

He chuckled and walked closer, his eyes filled with amusement. "Sorry, Ehmel. Didn't mean to startle you. Can I sit with you, if you don't mind?"

I couldn't believe he was asking me that. Of course, I didn't mind. I wanted him to sit with me, to be close to me. But I tried to play it cool and nodded, trying to suppress the smile that was threatening to break out on my face.

"Yeah, sure. You can sit with me. Why would I mind?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

He took a seat next to me and I couldn't help but steal a glance at him. He looked so perfect, sitting there with me. His warm smile and easy demeanor making me feel at ease.

"Oh, I thought you didn't like me. That's why I hesitated to come and sit with you," he said, breaking the silence.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. Did he really think I didn't like him? That couldn't be farther from the truth.

"What? No, even I like you," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He raised an eyebrow at me, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh really? You like me?"

I could feel my cheeks heating up and I mentally cursed myself for being so awkward. "No, no, I don't mean it like that. I mean...I don't dislike you," I stuttered, feeling embarrassed.

But Salar just laughed and it was like music to my ears. "It's okay, Ehmel. I know what you mean. And just so you know, I like you too."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Salar liked me too? My heart swelled with happiness and I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face.

"By the way, Salar, why aren't you visiting Pakistan as often as you used to? Raha mentioned that you came after 10 years, right?" I asked, trying to make small talk.

Salar's face expression changed into a sad one as he looked at me. His eyes seemed to have a hint of pain in them, and I couldn't help but feel concerned.

"Actually, Ehmel, I don't like Pakistan," he replied, his voice filled with a hint of bitterness.

"What do you mean? You don't like your own country? Look, I know Pakistan may not be like America, but that doesn't mean you can just say you don't like it," I replied, my anger starting to rise.

"I know, I know, and Pakistan is the best, but I don't enjoy being in Pakistan for some reason," he said, avoiding my eyes.

"But what reasons?" I pressed on, curious to know what could make him dislike his own home country.

Salar took a deep breath and looked into my eyes for a few seconds before speaking again. "Ehmel, sometimes being far away from your family is the best," he said, his voice filled with sadness.

I was taken aback by his words. "What do you mean, Salar?" I asked, my confusion evident in my voice.

He let out a sigh before continuing, "My father got married to Mrs. Tazmeer. That's why I moved to America," he revealed, his voice barely above a whisper.

I was shocked. "Your father got married? What?" I exclaimed, unable to believe what he was saying.

"Yes, but Mrs. Tazmeer is not my real mother,"

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