❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
Years he spent loving her from afar. But she was out of his league, and for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy end...
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"Aaachooo!"
Dania sneezed hard as she adjusted the gas fireplace in her apartment. She got up from her knees and pulled up the loose falling sleeves of her velvet red night robe. Tying the robe, she turned around and halted.
Sarfaraz stepped from the bedroom.
Tabish's blue linen shirt appeared to be uncomfortably tight for him. Dania gulped, eyeing the bulging muscles of his arms, his strong chest threatened to tear through the fabric. Her eyes lowered to the outline of his abs, and robust thighs. Even in the cold, she had cool sweat forming on her forehead.
Sarfaraz's crimson red cheeks clearly visible through his stubbles, and even his ear turned red with embarrassment. He pulled the collar, the damn shirt restricting his breathing.
"Is this all you got?" Sarfaraz had to say something. He pushed aside his insecurity and walked to her. They stood at a respectable distance from each other. Just then the lights in the apartment went off, leaving them at the mercy of the flames of the gas fireplace.
Dania flickered her eyes around, her breath constricted in her throat. Bits of memory buried behind her mind flashed before her eyes. The darkness, the pungent smell, and the rude voices.
Sarfaraz continued to check himself out, and when he looked up, he frowned noticing Dania's strange expressions. Her chest heaved with the rapid breathing, and her eyes closed. He held her shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
Dania shook her head and embraced him tightly. Sarfaraz didn't hesitate a moment before wrapping his arms around her frame. She buried her face into his neck, taking slow breaths. From this proximity, she caught the whiff of his slightly spicy rosemary scent. His hand gently caressed her arm, and her stiff posture relaxed. Dania blinked her eyes open, realizing she was holding him.
Pulling her head back, their eyes met. His gaze captivated her. Sarfaraz's eyes studied her with concern. Staring at him, Dania slowly slid her palms upwards. Her hand brushed over the contour of his sculpted back and rested her soft hands on his shoulder blade. Sarfaraz ignored the electrifying sensation of her touch and continued to gaze at her softly.
Dania regained her composure slowly. Strangely, his strong embrace melted her. She fisted the body-hugging shirt, her eyes flickering to his heavenly-looking lips. For a moment, she had a crazy ache to taste his magnetic lips. Her friends weren't kidding when they swooned over his perfect facial features, charming personality, and hotness. But the question was- why was he interested in a normal girl like her? What was special in her?
