❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
Years he spent loving her from afar. But she was out of his league, and for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy end...
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Dania's words echoed as Fareeha hurried with a sewing box tugged under her arm. Fortunately, her yellow ruffled saree was pre-draped, and easier to move. Though her blouse was too small for her liking; it made her conscious. Lifting the floral-patterned saree a little, she hasted in her mirror-worked white jhuti.
The fact that she ignored Dania's words in a heartbeat the moment Sarfaraz called should have alarmed her. Which it did, but only for a nanosecond. At the door, Fareeha picked out his room's key card from her white boho clutch purse.
"Dude!"She walked in, looking around the posh but empty room. Under the dome-shapedceiling there was a king-sized poster bed, at the edge of which there was aheavy mirror worked Lavender Kurtha. Hearing the sound of the shower, Fareehaplaced the box on the bed and hurried towards the bathroom.
"Dude, the function is about to start. What the hell are you doing?" She called from outside.
"Showering." He called from inside over the white noise of the shower.
"Hurry."
"Yeah, I am coming. Till then see the Kurtha, the button has come out." He responded.
Fareeha rolled her eyes and huffed. She sat on the edge of the bed and expertly began to sew the button. The shower sound ended, and a few seconds later the door unlocked. Fareeha looked up. Sarfaraz, as usual, walked out in his white pajamas. Her gaze flickered away, then back at him. She paused, thinking of Dania's words.
"What happened?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face. Fareeha shook her head and lowered her eyes to the needle, thread, and button.
"Thanks for coming." Sarfaraz casually ruffled his wet hair with his hand, turning around. Fareeha gulped, noticing the mole she had talked about. What would Dania be thinking of her? That she was that tharki who ogles at her best friend. It wasn't the first time he was walking around bare upper-body in front of her, yet today, now Fareeha was feeling the heat.
He is your best friend. Please, don't. Everything will become super-duper awkward.
Remembering the kiss, she kept looking at him. Sarfaraz was preoccupied with applying lime- saffron-scented body mist on his arms, neck, and bare chest. Fareeha inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet musky scent, and her fingers shivered.
"Ouch!"
Sarfaraz stilled, twirled around, - "Fareeha!" He hurried to her, his eyes focused on the tiny drop of blood on her finger. She pressed on it, assuring him that she was alright.
"Pagal, where is your mind?" He grabbed her finger and pulled her to the bedside table. Fareeha, ignoring the sting or pain, scoffed- "Why your dumb girlfriend's design is so flimsy?" She attempted to sound unaffected.
Sarfaraz smiled sadly, placing the bandage around her finger, - "This is not her design."
