❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
The years he spent loving her from afar. She was out of his league, also for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy en...
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Almas lounged on the sofa, drinking her morning tea and watching daily soap. Invested in the TV show, the unnecessary ringing of the door frustrated her. She screamed for her daughter to answer. But neither did Fareeha come nor the person on the other side stopped impatiently ringing the doorbell.
Almas sighed loudly, slamming the remote on the couch, and marched towards the door.
"Who is the madman?"
Opening the door with a deep scowl, she didn't get a chance to blast the person. He pushed past her, looking around, - "Fareeha!"
"Hadi, what is the matter?" Almas's tone hadn't changed.
"Aunty, where is Fareeha?"
"In her room, why?"
Sarfaraz let out a sigh and hurried to her room. He knocked a couple of times, but there was no response.
"This mad girl has locked herself since afternoon."
Sarfaraz gave her a worried look, - "Why?"
Almas shrugged, sighing, - "Don't know, she had gone to meet someone. Since then, she is in a troubled mood. She is neither eating nor coming out of her room," She sweetened her tone, - "Beta, please Dekho Na. Her father is about to come in one hour, leave before that." With that, she turned on her heels towards the TV set.
Sarfaraz nodded, then called from outside, - "Fareeha, open the door else I am breaking it."
Next second the reply came, - "Huff and puff all you want, I am not opening the door."
"Why? Coz you had a shitty date with Adil?"
Sarfaraz smirked as next, the door to her room flung open. Fareeha's eyes were wide in shock. She looked behind him, fortunately, her mother was involved in her show. Then, she glared at her friend.
"What is your problem?" She spoke through clenched jaw, and grabbed his hand, pulling him inside. Shutting the door, she huffed tugging on the helm of her cotton floral Kurtha.
Sarfaraz noticed baggy eyes, a reddened button nose, puffy dry lips, and tinted cheeks. He placed his hands on her shoulder and gave her a told-you-look.
"I told you, don't give bhaav to that bandar. He doesn't deserve you."
Fareeha folded her arms, - "First tell me, did you propose your bandariya?"
Sarfaraz scoffed, running his hands through his hair,- "Yes." He said with a prideful grin. Adjusting the strands falling on his forehead, he slumped on the edge of the bed.
"What did she say?" She observed him.
"Accepted."
Fareeha gasped, - "Sacchi! For marriage." She hurriedly sat beside him.
