Paasban

Chapter 5

Mujhe bheja tha duniya dekhne Ka liya, ma aik chehra ko hi takta rah Gya~

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Musa's POV:

She looked up again, her eyes immediately colliding with mine. I leaned back against my chair, folding my arms over my chest, watching her carefully. Her eyes lingered on me for just a second longer than expected, before she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

She glanced down at her phone, picked it up and took it to her ear. I saw her mouth move and then her expression softened as a small smile played on her lips.

But then, just as suddenly, she snapped her head to look behind her. Curious, I followed her gaze and saw an older man standing in the entrance of the hall... Shaheen's father.

He smiled warmly and raised his hand which held a packet. I glanced back at the girl who was now beaming with happiness as she stood up and made her way to him.

Ah, so she’s Shaheen’s sister.

I leaned forward slightly, my arms still crossed, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.

I saw her approach her father and enveloped him in a hug. I tilted my head and stared at them.

Her father handed her a small packet, which she took with a beautiful smile. She opened it slowly, revealing delicate gajra’s—fresh jasmine and rose flowers, threaded together. Without hesitation, she wrapped them around her small, graceful wrists, beaming.

Then, just as quickly, she hugged her father again, this time with tears welling up in her eyes. I felt a strange pull in my chest, watching her cry. I swallowed hard, unsure why the sight unsettled me so much. Why did it matter? What did I care if she was crying?

I shook off the thought, and a cold smirk spread across my lips as she turned back toward the crowd. Her eyes met mine again, for just a fleeting second, before she quickly looked away, as if embarrassed by the exchange. My jaw clenched, and I watched as she walked back to her seat, trying to compose herself.

Settling down, she raised her wrists to show the gajra’s to Shaheen, who smiled at her from the stage and motioned for her to come up. She hesitated at first, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. But then, she stood, gathering her lehnga carefully in her hands, and began to walk toward him.

Of course, her gaze found mine again. This time, she frowned, her annoyance evident. I couldn’t blame her—I was staring, after all. But there was something about her. She was almost too beautiful for my liking, and I found myself acting like a cheap creep, as if I couldn’t look away.

But I didn’t want to.

As she passed by me, she shot a quick, sharp glare in my direction, her eyes narrowing as if to say, "Stop staring." I sighed inwardly, watching her go. Damn, she was so pretty. Too pretty. It irritated me how much I noticed.

She gracefully made her way up to the stage and settled beside Shaheen. I couldn’t help but keep my gaze on her, though I knew she’d catch me again. Sure enough, her eyes flickered back to me. She scrunched her nose, clearly still annoyed, and leaned toward Shaheen, whispering something.

Shaheen glanced at me, then chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly. He whispered something back to her, and I saw her eyes widen in surprise. Her gaze shot back to me, as if suddenly realizing something, before she quickly looked away, her face flushing.