Niyamat Bashir a kind and happy girl who is a med student trying to persuade her dream of becoming a doctor while trying to cope up with her past traumas and trust issues ,
Zafar Hakim a respectful, full of patience and loving guy for his family but...
We sat in the car as it started to rain. I love the rain. Who doesn't? It gives a sense of comfort like a hug. I watched as the window became blurry from the raindrops.
"What do you think about Zafar? He's such a gentleman. Isn't he?" My mother asked me as I was lost looking at the raindrops. "Hm he looked like a nice man and very professional about his work." I answered blanky as the image of zafar talking about his business with abbu floated in my vision. He looked very polite, professional and respectful. The Hakim's were very nice and welcoming. It felt like home with aunty and uncle. They were the nicest rich people which was to be honest very rare as wealthy people are mostly fill with arrogance. Not gonna lie their son was good looking too. He really knows how to behave with people. But who knows what's inside someone's heart? This thought abrupted the thought of zafar in my mind.
People, they all look and behave nice until we see their real faces. The consequences of trusting people is dangerous. Actually too dangerous. And who knows that better than me? My mind went back to the flash backs as I close my eyes leaning back against the seat. The words that broke my trust , my heart into millions of pieces yet still carved on my mind started to ring.
'You have pretty eyes, you're my favorite person, hey bestie, you're my sunshine, I'll marry you one day sweetheart.................. Please leave me alone, oh my God can u shut up? I don't have to, it's not something I HAVE to do. I don't feel like telling you ,We shouldn't talk anymore, ..... I'm sorry please don't'
"Niyamat, niyamat wake up we're home." I opened my eyes as my mother called me. I dozed off in the car.
3:34 a.m The alarm clock placed on my study table showed the time. I sighed looking at the ceiling. It's been months. Why am I thinking about those all of a sudden today? I know what happened was meant to happen and I moved on as well but the trust that was broken by people that were close to my heart never healed. Maybe that's why when I was thinking about Zafar my fear of being betrayed again stopped me.
"Will I ever found someone that will make me believe inlove again? Can I ever trust anyone again?"
Zafar's Pov:
It's been 2 weeks since I last saw her. Thinking about that night is kinda embarrassing. What was I even thinking?
I was denying my own thoughts about her. I didn't want to believe myself, I didn't want to accept that I.., I liked her? Maybe it was just attraction.
I tried to stop thinking about my messed up situation and walked towards the dinning room. It was the weekend so I was staying at my parents' house. We were having breakfast when all of a sudden my mother started talking,
"Zafar, we would like to discuss something with you," " Yes?" "Zafar, you are old enough now. You can't live alone all your life. It's time you should get married."
"Yes baba, we won't be around all the time. It's time you should choose a life partner and you're well established too now." My father added. I stayed quiet processing the words.
"Is there anyone you like?" My mother questioned, and my mind didn't even hesitate a little to think about her. Her eyes that I had a chance to look at for the mere 0.01s. But I couldn't, I couldn't say a word "uh.. no ma.I don't" Regret was all I felt as I denied my own feelings. I wasn't sure about my own feelings how could I say them to my parents? The feeling of guilt took over me as I looked down my plate
"Well, We have someone in mind for you" baba said as my parents both looked at each other. "Who?" I asked not interested at all as I was regretting my own reply.
"Niyamat. I really like her, she is such a nice girl. Your father and I discussed about her and we think she's perfect for you."
An electric shock went through my body as I felt my heart dropped from the 20th floor as a warm feeling spread across my heart like a wave. The feeling of winning something I long lost made my body quiver. I looked at my parents with eyes wide as one could.
"Do you have any objections with our decision my son?" Baba asked me as he sensed my shock. "No, I trust my parents choice I don't have any problem baba." I cleared my throat replying nonchalantly as I tried to come back to my normal self which I couldn't of course. "Okay then we will fix a date to visit them after talking with lqbal and his wife." My parents smiled and continued to have their breakfast. But I couldn't swallow any food anymore. From joy? Yes. From gratefulness? Yes. It was all like a dream. I excused myself and went to my room as I couldn't hide my smile anymore. I looked at the mirror. And finally realized something i kept denying, I like niyamat. I've liked Niyamat Bashir from the first. Zafar Hakim was finally accepting his own feelings to himself.
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