'Nadia Farhath' a journalist in New Delhi with a shattering past tries to hide her pain for her family and friends.
Just a normal Friday turned into chaos and confusion.
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Mariam Singh :
6 years ago:
I'm standing outside the gates of my collage and buying some ice-cream. It was 5pm I usually stay till 6 or 7 to complete my assignments and studies in the library but I was not in the mood today so I decided to get some ice-cream on the way back home.
"Sahil wait up!" I heard a high pitched voice call out
As I turned to see who it was I saw a 6 foot giant standing right Infront of me looking at me with squint eyes as if trying to recall something. His eyes were the same color as snow, his face looked like he was sculpted by the Greek god's, he was wearing a grey hoodie, his hands in his pockets and was looking at me intensely.
A short girl came running to him and grabbed him by his arm and I could visibly see that he was annoyed. She looked like one of those pick me girls running after their crush like there dating even tho there not.
"If you ever touch me again I swear to god I'm gonna ruin you" He said to the girl in his deep voice and he didn't even have to yell for her to listen to him but I would too if he looked and said it like that!
"Mariam?" he asked diverting his attention at me
"Umm ya. Do I know you?" I asked as I couldn't recall if we met before
"No you don't our parents are business partners and I saw you at one of my parents parties. You were wearing a dark blue dress with lace patterns and off shoulder sleeves with your hair in a clip and light pink lip gloss" He said with every single detail on what I was wearing that day which made my jaw drop
"You have great memory. I barely remember what I ate this morning" I said shocked that he remembers that much
"By the way what are your parents name's?" I asked to see which family he was from
"Abdul and Mahek Khan"
"Wait so your Sahil Khan! I heard a lot about you. Did you really win 9 trophy's in the national basketball tournaments?" I asked curious
"Yes" He said and walked away. Rude!
*****
I was in one of my dad's business parties again and I was talking to Nadia like usual cause most of the people who are my age and in this party are like those high school bullies who think they're pretty but they're really just 2/10
