❝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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Fareeha ran her hand nervously over her ponytail, checked her face with her hands, and pearl ear-studs, and patted her yellow floral co-od set. Grinning to herself, she trotted through the hallway. The intensity of the tune amplified, as she neared the room. She paused, anxiously entwining her fingers, and licked her lips. Her heart went Dhak-Dhak, as she knocked at the door.
"Come in." The deep baritone sends tingles in the bottom of her stomach. Fareeha placed her hand over her pounding heart and sighed. Shaking her head, she patted her cheeks and exhaled through her mouth to gain composure.
With sweaty palms, she twisted the doorknob and peeped inside.
"Adil?" Her voice trembled. Then, her gaze caught a man sitting on a tall bar stool playing guitar. His fingers moved expectedly on the strings. Fareeha kept a dreamy smile and leaned against the door. She was enamored by him like always. This brought the memory of the first time she met him. Hadi and she were fourteen when Hadiya married Ashiq Mastana and brought with her, his son, eighteen-year-old Adil. He was tall, brawny and shy. Hadi hated him instantly, but Fareeha gave him a chance. She had weak knees the moment she saw him. The fact that her upper-lip hair, unibrow, oily hair, and all those things that Hadi always made her feel insecure about, didn't bother Adil one bit and attracted her to him even more. They began talking and in a short time befriended each other. Though they weren't very close.
He stopped playing guitar and glanced up. Fareeha straightened when his hazel eyes met hers.
"Ah, Fareeha." He raked his fingers through wet strands of his hair. She smiled nervously. Now, that they were adults, the interaction seemed—different. She mentally slapped her head for reading too many romance novels. His tall build, broad shoulders, rugged chest, and muscular arms made him look like he had come out of a romance erotic novel.
"Hi!" a deep dimple on his right cheek enhanced his male beauty. Fareeha's heart began dhak-dhaking at high speed, making her giddy. When Adil stood, was when she noticed he was shirtless. Fareeha gulped hard, lowering her eyes, and felt heat radiating from her cheek.
