❝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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Sarfaraz sat in his vanity, facing the well-lit mirror while his make-up artist worked on his face. Agitatedly, he kept checking his phone, which bothered the artist as well. It has been one week since he and Fareeha were not on talking terms. After returning from London, she barely spoke with him. Mostly professional talks. And, honestly, this attitude of hers, was eating his brains.
Dania video-called him usually at night time, showing her work in progress. Momentarily, she brightened his mood but the thought of Fareeha still disturbed him.
In the past few days, Fareeha had taken off from work, and that escalated his bad mood. Sarfaraz reached her home, but her enraged father kicked him out. Today he had decided to take the police to their home.
"Sarfaraz, stop fidgeting."
He straightened, - "I am still, Kiran." He wanted to dismiss her, but they were on a tight schedule.
The door to his vanity opened and a worried-looking Fareeha got in. Sarfaraz excused his stylists from the van and leaned against the chair.
"Finally, someone got time from their busy presidency." He taunted her.
She rolled her eyes, and slumped on the sofa beside the dressing table, - "I came here to save your ass. Once again." She retorted, looking him dead in the eye. It was then, that Sarfaraz noticed fading bruise marks. In a hurry, she had forgotten to conceal them.
"Fareeha." He reached out and held her shoulder. There was a pause, in which Fareeha glanced at the reflection and touched her face.
"Why don't you kick that bast—"
"Hadi!" She interrupted, - "He is my father."
Sarfaraz fumed moving his hands off her shoulder. Fareeha held her forehead and sighed loudly.
"I am here for much serious issue." She looked up at him, her fingers joined together and resting on her thighs.
Sarfaraz sat next to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder, - "Whatever it is, Fareeha, nothing more important than you."
Fareeha raised her eyebrow, slanting her lips to the right, - "Don't butter me." She yanked his arm off her.
"Anyway, I am not interested in talking to you." Sarfaraz shifted, opening his mouth to counter her but Fareeha spoke over him, - "I contacted Deepak from our school. Remember him, he was Mr. Know it all. And he obviously, had no friends other than being on talking terms with us. He told me. Did you know? After we left—Dania was in juvie."
