Have you ever thought that your childhood crush would be so intoxicating that never give a chance to like anybody else? This is madness right?
This story is about Aliya and her eternal crush, her best friend Tahmeed.
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"You said you do...
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Warning : This chapter contains abuse and self harm. So read at your own risk.
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Precap:"Yeah, I did it. To... to erase the unwanted touch that lingered on my skin, in my heart,"
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Flashback
(10 years ago)
For about a month, I'd been receiving texts from an unknown number. The sender called me Tulip, a nickname no one had ever used for me. At first, the messages were random and harmless, sent sporadically, usually when I was with friends, laughing and having fun.
One of the first messages read:
"I would be glad if you gave me just 1% of your pretty smile, Tulip."
I brushed it off at first. But as the days went by, the texts became more frequent, unsettlingly so, as if someone was watching me, observing my every move.
"Why do you glow when you see him? Can't you see me?"
Someone had noticed!
Someone knew I liked Tahmeed! And the messages were clearly from a boy. But who? I hadn't seen anyone show more than casual interest in me at school as I was not popular among the boys, let alone approach me like this.
I couldn't talk with boys at school without necessity, except for Tahmeed. After my birthday, when everything fell apart with my grandfather's incident, I tried to distance myself from Tahmeed as much as I could.
A promise I made to my father hung over me. "I'll marry the person you'll choose for me"
That's the reason I never express my feelings to Tahmeed.
Still, seeing Tahmeed every day, it hurts. He was my best friend before anything else. But as my feelings for him deepened, so did the difficulty of pretending we were just friends. I began avoiding him, but how could I ever truly avoid my best friend?
And then, there was the situation with Maliha. She fell terribly ill, first with a fever that kept her from school for days, and later with typhoid. During her absence, I gave my class notes to her twin brother, Bilal. He came to collect them, and each time I met him, I felt uneasy. I didn't like being alone with him. So I used to go to the science section's class to give him the notes.
