We dont get along. We never do.
We dont talk at all. We have university together, sometimes we hang out but we dont talk.
It's not like we hang out, but sometimes anooshey tag me along when she is going out with fahad and his best buddy.
And just like a month has passed.
A lot of things happened this month. After i they finalised our 'baat pakki', everyone drank sharbat and these two families had a family dinner. They gave me a ring. it feels unreal, i dont want to do it at all. Well, whatever. I met his mom. She is so cute. She is like an angel. I dont even get it. How is he her son? I mean, she is so sweet, and on the other hand, he is so cold?
Everyone is happy. Check.
None asked for my happiness. Check.
I wanna cry. Check.
No, no, no, farwa. You're outside.
I check the time as i head to the counter to order my coffee. Today, the class has been cancelled. So,
I'm here at my favourite coffee shop.
I order my vanilla frappe and wait.
Open my phone, and start scrolling through anooshey messages.
Zindagi: omg i found his account.
Zindagi: You don't have to worry. He is HOT.
Zindagi: Whatever, he doesn't post often, and yeah. My friend used to be friends with him. And guess WHATTTT
Zindagi: He HAVE ZERO EXES. THAT MAN DIDN'T DATE HIS WHOLE 22 YEARS OF LIFE. Boring.
Me: That's good enough for now.
I say that, close my phone, and take a sip of my coffee.
_________
'Shuut the fuck up!
You're such a good girl, aren't you?'
I take a step back, and yell in the same tone.
'I am not your toy, zaid! Stop it. I don't want you anymore.'
Then slowly too slowly i feel pain in my left arm, i glance over it to see him gripping it tightly.
I try to step back, oh. I do. I can't. I push him.
Breathe.
Kick.
Breathe.
Push.
Breathe.
Claw.
Breathe.
Ow!
And i suddenly fall from a push, my back hurting, my hands clawing the ground, using my hands crawling back.
Despite all the pain i crawl away, while looking at my lap.
'Bitch.' And he's gone.
And i cry, cry till my lungs hurt, cry till i cant breathe, cry till my head kills me, cry till death.
And i feel something shaking my arm, oh dont touch it.
'API!'
I wake up with a starl. Voices around me, but they aren't scary like my nightmares. It's sweet, delicate and soft.
"Mama, papa jaldi aoo! Api ko kuch hogaya hai!!!"
I open my eyes and look around, this is ain't different
YOU ARE READING
If your love was true.
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