A Superstar's Secret Pyaar

🌟 𝒟𝒽𝒶𝓀 𝒟𝒽𝒶𝓀 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝒶 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓇

At first, she was hesitant, but then slowly her inhibitions faded and Fareeha unabashedly fantasized about kissing Sarfaraz. Now, all her mother's words seemed to make sense.

The best of marriages is when the partners are best friends first, then lovers. Because passion fades, but respect is forever. Also, you can be who you are with your partner. What could be more fulfilling than that?

Fareeha recollected the words of a famous actress who married her best friend actor. And, she was right, wasn't she? Many successfully married people claim that were friends, BFFs, and needed no one but their partner. And Sarfaraz was that guy.

Fareeha blushed, lightly slapping her forehead, and leaned against the bedpost. These two shared so much intimate knowledge about each other. She knew about his mood swings, and he knew about her cycles. How much more intimate can anyone be? But it was a shame that Dania had to make her realize this. And that kiss.

Now even Dania is out of their way. Perhaps her re-entry into their lives was to make them realize they were meant to be. Fareeha rested her head on the pillow and thought of the kiss. The intensity, the passion; it had everything. And the fact that she dreamt of kissing him again—and again—and again. Shyly, Fareeha touched her lips, reminiscing the feel of his soft lips, a slight touch of his coarse stubble. The warmth of his mouth, the smooth rhythm of their kiss. She wished they got to share a long but soft smooch kind of kiss. Just as she was dreaming of her fantasies, her phone rang.

.....................

"Stop it, Fareeha." Almas snapped, - "Meeting him is just a formality. You are going to say yes, and once you reach here, you two are getting engaged. Bas. I am sending his number. Call him. And, if he calls you, then pick up. If you mess this up, then don't come home." With that, Almas disconnected the call.

The first and only name that came to her mind for comfort was Hadi. But after repeatedly calling him, he didn't pick up her calls. Instead, it came coming as busy. Who was he talking to non-stop? Fareeha leaped from her bed, picked up his key card, along with hers, and hurried out of the room.

Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door and walked in. Sarfaraz stood in the balcony, gazing up at the sky and then lowering his gaze to the dark waters of the Beach.

Fareeha, unable to stop her tears, rushed to him and hugged him from behind. Sarfaraz moved forward by the impact. Startled, he found two arms squeezing his waist and a soft body pressed against him.

She continued to cling to her best friend and sobbed her eyes out. When her own family let her down, he was the only one she could turn too. Sarfaraz was the only friend—love, she had.

He inhaled deeply, mustering all his inner- strength, and yanked her hands off him. Fareeha was too emotional to notice.

"Hadi, I—"

"Why are you here?" He reprimanded her. Fareeha looked stunned by the rude tone.

"When someone is not responding to you, then leave the f**k alone."

She gasped, blinking at him.

"Hadi, what happened?" Her voice was hoarse from crying.

"I called you so many times but it was say—"

"Because I blocked you." He replied dryly, folding his hands back.

Fareeha blinked again, and muttered, - "Why?"

"Because—I don't want anything to do with you. Enough ho gaya na, yaar." He looked at her, seriously, - "We are friends, manager and all, but not two bodies, one soul wala rubbish. People are taking us wrongly." He paused, unable to go on.

Fareeha nodded slightly, - "Dania is taking us, wrongly. Haina?"

"For a woman who won't think twice before insulting you and—why am I even saying anything?"

"Yes, definitely. Shut up." Sarfaraz snapped.

How many belans for Sarfaraz???