She didn't knew that loving him will be so painful for her.
She tried her best to stay with him but everyone took him away from her.
Will they be able to live together?
Will they get to live a life they imagine about?
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A 17-year-old girl returned home from her grandparents' house. She went straight to her father's room without acknowledging anyone. She hurried upstairs to see him.
Peeking through the door, she found her father sitting in a chair by the balcony, holding his diary close to his heart.
"Why does he always sit here with that diary?" she wondered.
Meera was curious about her dad's habit. Whenever she came into his room to call him for dinner, she saw him holding the diary against his chest, sitting with his eyes closed, as if the diary brought him peace.
She approached her father and sat down on the floor, placing her hand on his knee to make him open his eyes. He smiled at her.
Patting her head, he stood up from his chair and placed the diary on the table beneath the large picture hanging on the wall. He turned to look at her.
"Dinner is ready?" Malik asked his daughter.
"I don't know; I just got back from Grandpa's," Meera replied, looking up at him.
"Did you enjoy your time there?" Malik asked, giving her another pat on the head.
"Yes... but I was there for two days, and I missed you so much," Meera said, hugging him tightly.
"I missed you too. Now let's go eat dinner; you have college tomorrow," Malik responded as they walked out of the room.
But Meera's eyes lingered on the diary. She thought about reading it but didn’t want to touch his diary without his permission.
While they were having dinner, Meera asked something that made Malik uncomfortable.
"Do you miss Mommy?" Meera inquired as she filled her plate.
"Hm," he hummed, not wanting to discuss it further.
The next day, while Meera was at home, she noticed that her father was in his office. She went to his room and took the diary from his cupboard.
Sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, she opened the diary. A picture on the front page caught her eye. It was of a girl in a black saree, her long straight hair cascading down her back. Her skin was soft and delicate, and she was truly beautiful.
Meera gently took the picture in her hands and smiled widely as she recognized the girl.
"Mom... we really miss you," Meera said, gazing at the picture.
She kissed the photo and began to read the diary.
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The house was filled with guests, bustling with laughter and chatter. The air vibrated with the sounds of women gossiping. The entire house was adorned with lights and beautiful flowers.
Girls peeked into the room where the bride was getting ready.
"Inaya, look at this! Does this necklace go well with the dress?" the bride asked, glancing at the girl who was staring down at the garden.
"The groom is here! Hurry up and get ready!" Inaya said, her excitement palpable.
The bride finished getting ready, and the bridesmaids escorted her downstairs where the groom and other guests awaited. Inaya received a call on her phone.
She stepped outside to get a better signal but bumped into someone.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, looking down at her phone, which had fallen to the ground.
"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, miss," the guy said, bending down to her level.
"It's okay, it was my fault," she replied, glancing up at him.
She noticed his captivating eyes; he looked like a model. She quickly averted her gaze and stood up.
"I'm Malik. You must be Inaya, right?" he said, smiling at her.
"Ye-yeah... how did you know?" she asked, furrowing her brow.
"Someone was calling you, so I guessed," he said, pointing at the girl behind Inaya.
Inaya nodded and walked toward her friend, but Malik couldn't take his eyes off her.
Her small figure, long hair, beautiful eyes, rosy lips, and the delicate pearl necklace around her neck made him feel butterflies in his stomach.
What am I feeling? Isn't this crazy?
He smiled as he strolled toward where the bride and groom were seated, but he was more focused on Inaya than anything else.
"Wow, this guy is smiling. Am I dreaming?" Zain exclaimed, snapping Malik out of his thoughts.
"It's nothing," Malik replied, scratching the back of his neck.
"I think you like someone! Oh thank God, finally!" Zain said, pinching him on the arm.
"Shut up, or I'll bury you here," Malik said, getting annoyed with his friend's antics.
"Don't be shy; I'm your best friend, darling," Zain said, side-hugging him.
"Stop with the cheesy words. I'm not your girlfriend," Malik retorted, trying to see where Inaya had gone.
