❝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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After a few sips of the cooling cucumber lemonade, Fareeha felt her head a little lighter and her stomach chilled.
"There is enough ice?" Adil inquired, picking a few ice cubes with ice thongs.
Fareeha nodded, with a mouth full. She opened her eyes, placing the tall glass on the marble kitchen counter.
"Who gave you hard alcohol? And you weren't suspicious?" Adil sat next to her on the high chair. Fareeha held her forehead and took a deep breath. He straightened, - "Have some pain medication. It will help you with your body pain." Then, he checked his watch.
"Oh, I am getting late." Adil raised his eyebrows. Fareeha looked up, noticing he was dressed in a crisp navy blue polo Tee neatly tugged into white trouser pants. His hair was sleekly combed, and he smelled of expensive perfume.
"Are you going somewhere? And old friend?" Fareeha drank another gulp of the cooling drink.
Adil smiled, leaning his robust arm on the counter, - "Actually, your old friend?"
Fareeha flinched her head back, blinking at him, - "Huh?"
He passed her a cheeky grin, fixing the strap of his black-dialed watch.
"Dania." He replied and watched her expressions subtly change. Fareeha retracted her hand from the glass and swallowed softly.
"Her family called. I had shared my number, 'cause her mother—liked me."
Fareeha raised an eyebrow.
"I like Dania." He looked excitedly at her, - "Pray things work out between us."
She looked away, licking her lips, and rubbing her thumb and index finger.
"Um. Adil, she is in a committed relationship with your brother." Fareeha reminded him, and noticed his smile drop, - "and, please don't tell her about Hadi being Sarfaraz." She requested, keeping a poker face.
"Ya, I remember." He held her hand, she had kept fisted on the counter, - "You don't say about this to Hadi. Okay?"
Fareeha nodded and got down from the chair, - "Adil," She hesitated, his expressions encouraged her, - "I got drunk for the first time, I am sorry if I blabbered something—rubbish."
Adil continued to grin, and shook his head, - "I am a psychiatrist, honey. And," he noted his neatly trimmed nails, - "I have pretty good experience with people. And also a group of therapist friends."
Fareeha smiled nervously. A few seconds into thinking hard about last night's errand, she winced holding her forehead.
"Are you okay?" Adil placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Just then, Sarfaraz walked in on them. He eyed his step-brother's hand on his best friend's shoulder. Gritting his teeth, he wondered why can't he keep his hands off her.
