HEART OF AFFECTION(SLOW UPDATES)

⚫| CHAPTER-01|⚫

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"Hoorain Jahangir is a foolish, emotional, and naive girl. She is not a match for me."

These words struck her heart like a whip every time, wounding her anew. She wanted to hate him, to forget him. But sometimes, life doesn't go the way we want it to.

Hoorain Jahangir's heart could never nurture hatred for him.

It was a bitterly cold January night, the kind that could chill one to the bone. As soon as darkness fell, people refrained from stepping outside, not just their homes, but even from beneath their blankets, to escape the cold.

In the midst of this was a small house located in an upscale area of Rawalpindi.

This house wasn't too big nor too small—set on a seven-kanal plot, it was a single-story building. The front yard was divided into two sections. On one side, there was a lovely, small fence lined with jasmine flowers on one side and roses on the other. In the middle was the stump of a tree that had been cut down. It was a pollen tree, felled because one of the household members had a dangerous pollen allergy.

The other side of the yard was larger, with a shed covering part of it. Underneath the shed stood a black car and a black heavy-duty motorbike.

Upon entering the house, one could see a large drawing room on one side.

Next to it was a small storage room. Beyond that was a spacious kitchen with one area for cooking and another for washing dishes. Adjacent to it was the laundry room, followed by the guest room.

On the opposite side were three bedrooms: the master bedroom, which was plain and simple; a second bedroom, which was locked but cleaned daily; and the third room, where the light was currently on.

If you looked inside the third room, you'd see a girl bent over a study table, writing something in her diary. While others would barely step out of bed despite having a heater in the room, and wouldn't do so without a sweater or shawl, she was sitting there without either. Her brown hair, streaked with a light golden shade, was loosely tied in a bun. Her brown eyes held a deep sadness.

"I cherish your memories,

Even in a hundred lifetimes, I'll wait for you.

Come when you have time,

I'll be waiting for you."

(Anjum Rahbar)

The four verses written on the diary's page reflected the state of her heart. She still thought of the one she had once sworn never to meet again. She had never broken that promise. The truth was, she still loved him, because "hatred" was something she was incapable of. She was waiting for him to come to her on his own.

For five years, she had avoided him. Wherever she saw him, she would leave before his eyes could fall upon her. Not because she was afraid of him or lacked the courage to face him, but because she didn't want to become weak.

Yes, it was true, the bitter truth of her life—his presence weakened Hoorain Jahangir, and she didn't want to be weak. That's why, after catching a glimpse of him, she would leave before he could notice her, so that she could keep up the appearance of strength.

Only two people were aware of this truth, the ones who had stood by her during the hardest times in her life—when she was in immense pain but couldn't tell anyone about it.