A journey of a couple who don't even know what plans destiny have for them and what will be thier future....what will happen when these two souls will get tie in a relationship which they both don't want.
Is Haroon and Maham meant to be together or...
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-Maham's PoV ᯓ★
The next morning, I woke up feeling empty and disoriented, the argument from the night before still echoing in my mind. I glanced around the room, but there was no one home. The silence felt heavy, and I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that clung to me like a shroud.
I dragged myself to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash over me, hoping it would cleanse my worries and fears. But as I stood there, I felt the weight of everything pressing down on me—my confusion about Haroon, my frustration at my parents, and the gaping hole left by their decisions.
After showering, I made my way downstairs, the quiet of the house amplifying my thoughts. As no one was home I sat at the kitchen table, pouring myself a bowl of cereal, but the food felt tasteless. I picked at it, my mind wandering to the argument with Haroon. I felt a fresh wave of tears threaten to spill as I recalled his hurt expression, the anger that had masked my own deeper emotions.
As I sat there, the realization hit me like a wave. "Why, Mama? Baba? Why did you do this to me?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "Kyun mere saath aisa hua? Why can't I live happily with Dawood? Kyun meri Haroon se shadi karwadi gayi?"
The tears broke free, flowing down my cheeks as I buried my face in my hands, overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions. "Allah mian, sab apke haath mein tha," I cried out, feeling utterly helpless. "Why does it feel like my happiness is always slipping away? Why do you put me in situations where I have to choose between my heart and my family?"
Each sob felt like a release, and I let myself grieve not just for Haroon and the fight we had, but for the life I felt was being dictated by others. I longed for a sense of control, for the freedom to choose my own path without the fear of disappointing my parents or losing my connection with Haroon.
"Why can't I just be happy?" I choked out between tears, my heart aching with the weight of my feelings. "Why can't I choose who I love?"
As I sat there, feeling utterly broken, I couldn't shake the thought that I was trapped in a life that wasn't truly mine. I had to figure out how to reconcile my feelings for Haroon with the expectations that weighed heavily on me. I longed for clarity, for peace, but all I felt was the sharp sting of betrayal and confusion.
As I sat there, lost in my emotions, the doorbell suddenly rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I wiped my tears hastily, not wanting anyone to see me like this. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, and my heart sank when I saw the delivery man standing there, holding a stunning bouquet of 100 roses.
"Delivery for you," he said with a polite smile.
I hesitated for a moment, but the sight of those roses made my stomach churn. The way he handed them to me felt like a cruel reminder of Haroon, and I felt a surge of anger boiling within me. As I took the bouquet, I could see the delicate petals, vibrant and red, but they felt like a mockery of everything I was feeling.
