A journey of a couple who don't even know what plans destiny have for them and what will be thier future....what will happen when these two souls will get tie in a relationship which they both don't want.
Is Haroon and Maham meant to be together or...
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-Zeeshan Pov ᯓ★
I hated that Saba Aunty was bashing Maham for no reason. She's my sister before being my sister-in-law, and I care for her. I was passing by when I heard harham coming out of her room.
"Did something happen? I heard some noise," she asked me, and I just smiled at her.
"Yes, I was shouting, missing you," I replied, walking towards her. She rolled her eyes.
"Don't you have anything better to do? And I'm serious," she said.
"There's nothing more important than you, and I'm serious too," I answered. I don't know why she's always so rude to me, but I know she likes me.
Harham paused in her steps and looked back at me with that familiar exasperated expression. "Zeeshan, you really need to stop this."
I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "Stop what? Being charming?"
"Annoying," she corrected, though I could see the faint hint of a smile she was trying to suppress.
I chuckled and stepped closer. "You know harham, if you keep smiling like that, I might start thinking you actually enjoy my company."
She rolled her eyes but didn't move away. "You're too full of yourself."
"Only because you bring out the best in me," I replied with a wink.
She let out a sigh, shaking her head. "You're impossible. And just so you know, your lines aren't as smooth as you think they are."
I grinned. "Maybe not, but they still get you to talk to me."
"Only because I have to," she retorted, though her tone had softened.
I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. "You don't have to. But you do. Maybe that means something."
For a moment, she just looked at me, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she was trying to figure me out. Then she shook her head, brushing past me. "You're overthinking it, Zeeshan. Don't get any ideas."
I watched her walk away, smiling to myself. "Too late," I muttered under my breath.
Later that evening, I found Haroon sitting on the balcony, staring off into the distance with a scowl on his face. I knew that look—it was the same one he always had when something was bothering him. I walked over and leaned against the railing beside him.
"Still mad about earlier?" I asked casually.
Haroon didn't look at me, but his jaw tightened. "You know I am. She didn't deserve that."
I sighed, nodding. "I know, man. It wasn't fair. But you know how Saba Aunty is. She's always been like that."
Haroon finally turned to face me, his eyes blazing with anger. "That doesn't make it okay, Zeeshan. Maham didn't do anything wrong, and she shouldn't have to put up with that kind of treatment."
