This is my second story. And oh ya also on my imagination.
The story of two souls who are connected from the birth. The one fall first when she was a child who doesn't know about what the love really is? And on the other side he didn't know anythin...
<sari siqayatein tery lahjey se hai mujhy Lafzo par itaraz to kar hi nahi raha>
It was 4:30 pm. I got ready in just a minute. And picked her phone and put on my pocket of kamez.
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Then I opened the door and came out of my room and start searching for my parents.
"Mama, you wana go with me or with baba" I said
"I think your baba because we have some work and we will take Fatima to. You go alone if you want. We will come behind." His mother said
"Ok" I simply said but deep down I am smiling widely.
Then I took my car keys and goes out from house and sat in the car.
"I am coming, Uswa!!" I said to myself and start the car and drove away.
After reaching to her home. I parked my car and I ring the bell of upstairs because I want to see her badly.
Then there was a sound of tick look like it was opened the door.
I went upstairs and entered the lounge, looking around to get my bearings. There was a hallway with four rooms, but I had no idea which one belonged to Uswa. Just then, her mother appeared.
"Assalamualikum, Aunty," I said, greeting her respectfully.
"Walikum Asalam! Don't call me Aunty, I am also your mother," she replied sweetly.
"Ji," I nodded, handing her a bag of sweets. "Here, I brought some sweets."
"Is ki Kia zarorat thi," she said, taking the bag. "Please sit down."
She headed towards the kitchen, leaving me to look around again. When she returned, she sat on the sofa in front of me and glanced at the time.
"Why is she still sleeping?" she wondered aloud.
Then, she got up and went back into the kitchen. "Saad beta, can you go and call her?" she asked me from there.
I got up to go and wake Uswa, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves at finally meeting her.
I nodded and headed towards the hallway, wondering which room belonged to Uswa. I looked at the four doors, trying to guess which one might be hers.
"Umm... which room is Uswa's?" I called out to her mother, who was still in the kitchen.
"End of the hallway, in the middle," she replied.
I walked down the hallway, passing two doors on either side, and stopped at the door at the very end, which was indeed in the middle of the two opposite doors. I knocked gently.
I knocked gently on the door, but there was no response. I waited for a moment, wondering if I should try again or just go back. But then I decided to slowly open the door and peek inside.
