Saif angrily sped his bike down the road. His mind was racing with thoughts, but there wasn't a single person he could confide in. Since childhood, he had endured everything alone. When he was five, his mother passed away. His father never had time for him. To the world, he seemed like a great father, but whenever Saif needed him, he was never around. From a young age, Saif learned to take care of himself. He was an introvert, so he had no friends. He received most of his education at home because his father was strict about his safety, so he only went to school or college for exams. There were no family ties on his father's side because his parents' marriage was against their wishes, and all relations had ended. His maternal grandmother was a foreign woman who was often ill, and she passed away when Saif was fifteen. He had an uncle who was his father's close friend and business partner. Saif's uncle had followed his father's path and married a foreign woman, so Saif didn't get along with his aunt and cousins, as he didn't like their food and ways.
Saif, like his mother, loved his culture, which is why he grew fond of Ayesha after talking to her for a few days. He didn't love her but had started liking her. He knew it wouldn't take long for liking to turn into love, which is why he distanced himself from Ayesha. Many girls would probably fall for his charm, and his blue eyes captivated every girl's heart, but Ayesha was different. She never confessed her love and always doubted his expressions of feelings. Unlike other girls, she wasn't impressed by his looks. Despite all his tricks, she didn't let him succeed in his intentions, but little did he know, Ayesha wasn't any special. She, too, had fallen for his blue eyes at first sight.
Saif's mind was overwhelmed with thoughts—his fight with his father, separation from Ayesha, memories of his mother, a burning desire for revenge against Fardan, and his uncle's advice. Lost in thought, he was driving fast, increasing the speed of the bike with his restlessness. He had no idea where he was taking the bike at such high speed. Driving fast had always brought him comfort, but today, even that wasn't helping.
"Mother, why did you leave me? If you were here, I would have laid my head in your lap and cried. If you were here, I wouldn't have had to endure all this. We would all be happy. Mother, please come back from somewhere. I can't bear all this." Saif was driving on the highway, crying and looking at the sky, talking to himself. Whenever he was troubled, he drove fast and talked to his mother, but today, even that wasn't bringing him peace. He felt like he had broken a heart, and that was why his peace was gone. His tears blurred his vision, and the car, going at high speed, crashed into a truck and flew off. He fell badly into a corner, and as his eyes closed, he saw his mother's face and smiled before everything went dark.
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Ayesha, without saying anything, started spinning the bottle again, and this time it landed on Faiza.
"Truth or dare?" Ayesha asked.
"Dare," Faiza wanted to try something new.
"Then your dare is to cook dinner for us tonight," Ayesha took advantage of the opportunity.
"You could have just asked; I would have done it anyway," Faiza said with a smile.
Rumaisa spun the bottle again, and this time it stopped on Adil.
"Truth or dare?" Rumaisa asked.
Adil was lost in thoughts. When Rumaisa asked again, he came to his senses.
"Truth," Adil said in a sad tone.
"Tell us a secret you've never told anyone," Rumaisa asked.
"Someone knows all my secrets," Adil said carelessly.
"Then tell us a secret you don't want everyone to know," Rumaisa rephrased the question.
"I fell in love at first sight, with such intensity that without her, I feel like I'm dying," Adil said sadly.
"Oh, who is the unlucky girl?" Rumaisa asked jokingly.
"You," Adil said, and everyone looked at him in shock. Ayesha didn't know her brother would say this in front of everyone.
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"Sir, you received a call from an unknown number. Should I take it?"
"Yes, take it. It might be important."
"Alright, sir, I'll call back and check."
*Assalamu alaikum.Who's speaking?*
*Walekum assalam. We found this number on his phone. We don't know who he is. He's had an accident on the highway. We're taking him to the nearest hospital. Please reach there.*
*Whose phone? Whose accident?*
*We don't know him. Your number was saved as 'Dad' on his phone.*
*Okay, thank you. I'm coming right away.*
As soon as the call ended, there was a restless question.
"Whose call was it? What accident?"
"Sir, it seems your son has had an accident. They're taking him to the hospital near the highway."
"What did you say?"
"Sir, we need to go. He needs us."
He snapped out of his shock and ran towards the car.
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"Me?" Rumaisa asked in surprise.
"What are you saying, Adil?" Ayesha asked in astonishment, and Adil laughed.
"You would be unlucky... not my first love. That's what I meant," Adil's words angered Rumaisa, but she just made a face and stayed silent.
"Come on, Ayesha, call Brother now," Adil turned to Ayesha.
"Adil, what are you putting me into?" Ayesha said, trying to imagine her brother's reaction.
"Come on, do it. You're his favorite. He won't do anything to you," Adil said, handing her the phone.
Ayesha courageously dialed Fardan's number. He answered after two rings.
*Assalamu alaikum,* Ayesha greeted.
*Walekum assalam,* Fardan replied.
*B...ro... Bhabi... Bhabi... I don't know what happened to her. She's unconscious. Adil dropped us home, but there were no bodyguards, and now Bhabi isn't waking up. I don't know what to do, Brother. What should I do?* Ayesha's acting surprised Adil, Rumaisa, and Faiza.
Ayesha was talking as if something had really happened to Faiza.
Fardan couldn't say anything. He just rushed out with the car. He was driving with trembling hands. What he had feared had happened. He knew bringing Faiza into his life could endanger her because Fardan had many enemies, and now something had really happened.
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Love Obsession {Completed}
Aktuelle LiteraturThey say first love is never forgotten, but for him, she was not just his first love, but also his last and only love, an obsession he could never let go of. Fardan Shehriyaar, the formidable owner of Shehriyaar Industries and known as the Shadow Ki...