**BOOK THREE IN THE UNCONDITIONALLY SERIES** IT'S BEST TO READ 'UNCONDITIONALLY' AND THEN 'IRREVOCABLY' FIRST.
*The darkest book in the Unconditionally series.*
Rohaan Rehan Tariq is now a detective, working to solve the most serious crimes. He has...
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Yamna
"Maddy, remind me not to squeal." I whispered to my best friend, Madiha.
She looked at me, eyes wide. "What happened?"
We had come to the cinema to watch a film, and before the trailers started, we were already munching on popcorn and nachos. Madiha was literally the only one who had an idea that Rohaan was certainly not like a brother to me.
"This guy at uni snatched my diary...and Rohaan walked up and..." I found myself blushing.
"Haye. No wonder you're tempted to squeal." She smiled at me. "I don't even know what happened next, but I can just picture the scenario!"
"He protected me." I'd been thinking about each and every word and action of his, and with each time, there were more and more butterflies fluttering in my tummy. I always told myself off silently. He was Rohaan. I should not be thinking about him like that! I felt like a part of me was betraying Tayan.
But...I couldn't help myself. I closed my eyes and pictured him in my mind. His muscular built, his biceps as he folded his arms over his chest, his smirk and the way his eye gleamed mischievously as he teased me. The way his hair seemed always messy, yet it added to his attractiveness. The way he didn't grow out his beard, but was not clean-shaven either- it was just the perfect amount.
The way he made me feel beautiful and special, even though I knew that I wasn't.
"Be careful, Yamna." She looked knowingly at me. "I feel like you're entering the pyar territory."
*Pyar: love.
"The what?" I laughed.
She shrugged. "Oh, trailers!" She said as the lights dimmed.
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Rohaan
"Can you believe these f**king drug dealers?" Ahmed complained as we rode towards the secondary school. "Selling behind the school!"
"A****les." I muttered, even though my mind was elsewhere.
"Where's your head at?" He asked.
"Same old desi drama, man. My mother is hell-bent on getting me married, and I know that I can't fight her for longer. But..."
"But?"
"I don't know if I agree with her choice anymore."
"Who? Amira?" He knew enough to ask that question. "I thought you had a thing for her."
