I'm sure you've heard a lot about unrequited love, but what if I say there exists an unwilling love, hidden somewhere between the echoes of silence and the whispers of the heart's secrets? A love that fights to stay buried, yet yearns to be discover...
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A/N: I seldom write from a character's point of view but I felt the need to write this one, so here you go.
Yusra's POV
The infirmary was small but well-equipped, with beds lining the walls and curtains hanging loosely for privacy. I saw Shazal before anything else, propped up by a stack of pillows, looking far too comfortable for someone who had everyone worried sick. Mehjabeen sat beside him, angled toward him like she was meant to be there, her hand resting on his arm. My stomach churned at the sight.
I felt heat rise to my face. Daniyal noticed instantly and leaned in. "Are you okay?"
I shook my head, barely keeping the bitterness from spilling out. "He’s sitting there, laughing like everything’s fine, and Mehjabeen... she didn’t even tell me she was coming here."
"Maybe it’s good he’s laughing," Daniyal said, trying to calm me down. "He wasn’t doing so well earlier. Come on, let’s go see him."
I wanted to leave, to pretend I hadn’t seen anything, but I forced myself to walk into the room. The smell of antiseptic hit me, sharp and clean, making the knot in my stomach tighten.
Shazal looked up as we entered, his laughter cutting off immediately. His eyes darted between me and Daniyal, like he was caught in the middle of something he didn’t want us to see.
"Yusra," he said stiffly, then nodded at Daniyal. "Daniyal."
I swallowed the urge to storm out. "How are you feeling?" My voice sounded almost detached like I wasn’t even there.
"Better," he said, but then glanced at Mehjabeen again. "Thanks to her."
Her. Of course, her.
I could never relate to the concept of another woman ruining relationships until I saw her.
Mehjabeen turned to face me with a smile so sweet it made my teeth ache. "Hi, Yusra."
I forced myself to smile back, but my chest felt tight like I couldn’t breathe. "Good to hear. We were all worried."
Lies. I wanted to scream at both of them, to ask Mehjabeen why she hadn’t told me she was here, why she hadn’t even bothered to mention that she’d be spending her time comforting him, even after knowing he was mine to comfort and mine to love.
I wanted to grab Shazal and shake him, to demand why he was letting her sit so close as she belonged there.
But instead, I smiled and acted like everything was fine.
Daniyal and I left soon after, but just as we reached the door, I couldn’t help myself. I turned back to Shazal, who was still watching us, guilt written all over his face.
