Yusra: Don't hurt me in the way I cannot even recover.
Shazal: Do you not realize, there's no one but you for me?
Daniyal: She let the tears fall, but it weren't for me.
Zumar: You fall in love and then, fall out of it.
It's not that big of a deal.
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A/N:- While writing I was listening to the song 'Jalte diye' and truly liked the vibe of it with this chapter. So that's a recommended song; if you plan on listening, make sure to go to the version without any music. Flashbacks in italics, Thank you for being patient ♡
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Am I writing to heal And pouring it all? Am I trying to feel Or let go of all?
Am I sane still Or have I lost it all? Am I on a pill 'Cause I have blurred it all?
Am I sad or am I mad? Banging my head on a wall, Is it good or is it bad That I let myself miserably fall?
With you on the isle And rupture in my spine, I'll put on a smile And say I'm fine.
Love is an illusion.
After twenty years of life, she can confidently declare that love is indeed an illusion that needs a moment of change in heart for that illusion to shatter into pieces.
Those pieces, though, pierce through the heart and remain there, causing unbearable ache for the time to come.
Makeup was never her strong suit- a smile had always been enough to mask her face in ways no product ever could.
But today, she decided it was necessary. That smile couldn't hide the swollen, red eyes or the sniffles. She needed a cover-up, something to conceal the raw hurt.
Glancing at the clock, she saw it ticking closer to the time when she'd usually head next door.
But not today, not anymore.
The pain and betrayal cut too deep. She couldn't blame Shazal- he was unaware of her feelings, and she would never force him to feel the same.
But Mehjabeen-she was supposed to be a friend. Or was she?
Friends don't betray you overnight, unless..they were never truly your friend at all.
We're dating.
The words echoed in her mind again, and she scoffed at the thought, her eyes welling up with tears she quickly blotted with a tissue, careful not to smudge her freshly applied concealer.
Her phone rang, making her jump. Hesitation crept in as she feared it might be Shazal, and she wasn't sure how she would tell him she couldn't bear his presence anymore. Thankfully, it wasn't him.
"Yes, Baba?"
"Sweetie, could you come over to Uncle Shavez's place quickly? I'm here as well," her father said.
