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نہ ہمارا ہوا
نہ تمہارا ہوا
عشق کا یہ ستم
نہ گوارا ہوا~

Na Hamara Hua
Na Tumhara Hua
Ishq Ka Ye Sitam
Na Ghawara Hua~

(Couldn’t be mine.
Nor could be yours.
I couldn’t endure
this atrocity of love)

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Being an only child was far from easy. All the expectations rested solely on his shoulders.

Studying tirelessly day and night, participating in extracurricular activities to strengthen his portfolio, he did everything in his power to make his parents proudly declare, "Hashir is our son."

Consistently maintaining exceptional grades since childhood, he became well-known and admired throughout his school, high school, and later at university.

One notable flaw in his character was his aversion to sharing. As an only child, he had grown accustomed to the privilege of never having to share.

He was far too arrogant to even share the most basic of things, starting with his toys as a child. His pride was so intense that if someone else used or played with his belongings before or after him, he would refuse to touch them again. This same arrogance extended to others' possessions, as he avoided using anything that wasn’t his own.

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Flashbacks,

"Mama meri favorite car Ali legaya hai. Mama mujhe nayi dilwaye."

(Mama, Ali has taken my favorite car. Mama, get me a new one.)

A nine-year-old Hashir stood beside his mother, Layla, casting an irritated glance her way.

"Beta main ney khud di thi, woh zidd kar raha tha. Dekho chotey cousins bhi aapkey bhai behn hotey hain. Kal jab aapki Dua khaala aayegi toh woh car bhi le aayegi."

(Hashir, I gave it myself; he was insisting. Look, younger cousins are also like your siblings. Tomorrow, when Dua comes, she will bring that car too.)

Hashir scowled at his mother, Layla. Ali was his cousin from his mother’s side,

"Nahi ab mujhe woh car nahi chahiye. Woh hi rakhe ab. Mujhe di toh main pehnk dunga!"

(No, I don't want that car anymore. Let him keep it. If you give it to me, I’ll throw it away!)

With that, Hashir stormed off in anger. Layla watched him leave, her face filled with disappointment. He had been this way since long before he had even spoken his first word.

Flashback ends.

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Constant praise from others instilled in him a powerful sense of superiority. And rightfully so—he had worked hard to achieve the greatness that others admired in him.

One of his admirable qualities was that whenever someone sought his advice, inspired by his journey, he would offer his guidance with genuine sincerity.

Another commendable trait of his was his unwavering loyalty—truly, he was exceptionally loyal. Although his popularity attracted unwanted attention, particularly from the opposite gender, he remained steadfast in knowing and respecting his boundaries.

As far back as he could remember, he had been told that Zarish was meant to be his. From that moment on, he devoted himself to being hers, wholeheartedly and unwaveringly.

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