Raste Ishq Ke

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As Omar pulled away from the hug, Aisha sat in silence, her mind still processing everything he had said. The weight of his words lingered in the air, mixing with the cool breeze that rustled the trees in the backyard. She didn't know what to say or feel. Everything she thought she understood about Aaraiz was shifting, making her question all the walls she had put up between them.

Omar gave her one last reassuring squeeze on her shoulder before standing up. "I'll leave you to think, but remember what I said. You don't have to fight your feelings, Aisha. Let them guide you." With that, he turned and walked back into the house, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Aisha's eyes stayed fixed on the stars above, each one twinkling as if mocking her inner turmoil. How had things gotten so complicated? She had always believed her life would be straightforward, controlled. But ever since Aaraiz had entered her world with the revelation of their childhood nikkah, nothing had been the same.

Her heart ached with the realization that she had been unfair to Aaraiz. He had confessed his love for her, had shown time and time again that he cared for her, yet she had held herself back, unable to admit her own feelings. And Palwasha... the jealousy that had been brewing inside her since that day was now clearer than ever.

But what terrified her most was the thought of being vulnerable—of opening herself up to Aaraiz only to have things fall apart. Could she truly trust him? Could she trust herself?

As the night grew colder, Aisha finally stood up, deciding to head back inside. She wasn't ready to confront Aaraiz yet, but she couldn't ignore what Omar had said. Maybe she needed more time to understand her feelings before making any decisions.

Later that night, Aisha found herself lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He hadn't said much since Palwasha's incident, and she knew it was bothering him. It was bothering her too.

Turning on her side, Aisha glanced at Aaraiz, who was lying on the opposite side of the bed, his eyes closed. She knew he wasn't asleep; the way his brow furrowed slightly gave him away.

"Aaraiz?" she whispered.

He opened his eyes, turning his head slightly to look at her. "Hmm?"

She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with the things she wanted to say. But she couldn't bring herself to tell him everything just yet. Instead, she opted for a simpler approach. "Are you okay?"

Aaraiz raised a brow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

Aisha felt a twinge of guilt at his words. Of course, he'd noticed her distance. She had been pulling away, even if she hadn't meant to.

"I'm fine," she lied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... a lot on my mind."

He didn't respond immediately, but his eyes stayed locked on hers, searching for something she wasn't ready to give him yet. "Aisha, if there's something you want to talk about, I'm here."

Her heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice. He wasn't pushing her, wasn't demanding answers, but she could feel the weight of his words. He was waiting—waiting for her to let him in.

"I know," she replied, her voice shaky. "But not tonight."

Aaraiz nodded slightly, though the tension in his shoulders didn't ease. "Okay."

They both fell into silence again, the space between them feeling wider than it had before. Aisha wanted to reach out, to tell him that she wasn't angry with him, that it wasn't his fault. But the words wouldn't come. She wasn't ready to confront her own emotions, let alone share them with Aaraiz.