My dark soul✨

Chapter 10- 💭

Real friends are the ones you can count on no matter what. The ones who go into the forest to find you and bring you home.And real friends never have to tell you that they're your friends🥹

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" whatttttttt you are kidding right" kashish said grabing while popcorn

" hey why are you grabbing popcorn my life's not a show" i playfully hit her

" khair let it go tell me more about"

You may be wondering what we are talking about well its about yesterday night after coming to my room  i saw kashish was sleeping so I didn't woke her instead iam telling her now. She doesn't believe me when i said her what saud told me last night . She kept saying that he likes me bro one thing iam sure that he has some serious problems with me the way he looks me it feels like he is going to eat me alive. So he hates well the feelings are mutually Prince Charming.

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Saud's pov

I never used to believe in luck. Not the rabbit's foot kind, anyway. For me, it was always about the odds, the calculated risks, the path you carved through sheer determination. Hi, I'm saud. Saud zain, if you're into formalities. I'm the kind of guy who prefers a map and a plan over blind leaps of faith.

Take today, for instance. Here I am, sitting at the edge of this bustling café, watching the world rush by in a blur of faces and coffee steam. My days usually start like this—coffee first, contemplation second. It's a routine that's kept me sane through deals gone sour and deadlines that scoffed at my attempts to beat them.

I'm not saying I'm a control freak, though some might argue otherwise. More like a strategist. Life, to me, is a chessboard, and every move counts. You'll find me weighing options, calculating risks, and occasionally, pushing my luck just enough to keep things interesting.

But bcuz of someone my perfect life is disturbed you may be thinking who she is well yk Ameera my cousin.

My mother insisted on dragging us all the way from the comfort of our home in the US to some family gathering in India. I wasn't thrilled about it, to say the least. But then again, that's where I first laid eyes on her.

Amidst the chaos of my cousins and siblings, there she was—a silhouette of grace and mystery. Ameera. I hadn't been interested in women before; they were distractions, complications I had no time for. Yet, when I saw her, something shifted inside me.

I'd always prided myself on being immune to such distractions. Women were a puzzle I had no desire to solve, their presence often an inconvenience. But Ameera was different. Her gaze held a depth that seemed to unravel layers of my carefully constructed indifference.

It was more than physical attraction. There was something about her—perhaps the quiet confidence with which she carried herself, or the way her smile hinted at secrets waiting to be uncovered. Whatever it was, it stirred a restlessness within me, a curiosity I couldn't ignore.

For the first time, my heart skipped a beat in her presence. My thoughts raced, trying to decipher this unfamiliar sensation. It wasn't just fascination; it was a magnetic pull that defied logic.

My focus had always been on climbing the ladder, on achieving more than what was expected of me. But Ameera was different. Her hazel eyes and quiet demeanor replayed in my mind, her innocence a stark contrast to the cutthroat world I navigated daily.