I'm sure you've heard a lot about unrequited love, but what if I say there exists an unwilling love, hidden somewhere between the echoes of silence and the whispers of the heart's secrets? A love that fights to stay buried, yet yearns to be discover...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
๑ 🥀 ๑
Season II premiere
The man standing across the field was not the Adnan she’d envisioned from the photos, and the blurry remembrance from her mind. He appeared older in his years, exuding a polished sophistication.
This version of him—middle-aged, lightly bearded, with a sports cap perched on his head—seemed to blend in effortlessly as he casually conversed with a group of boys.
So calm, so composed. As though he wasn’t the same man who’d tried to murder his wife.
A psychopath’s facade rarely betrays their nature, she reminded herself, but the sight of him chilled her to her very core.
Adnan Haider, in the flesh, was mere yards away.
The first thing she did was pull out her phone and dial Shavez. Her fingers trembled as the line connected faster than she expected.
"What's up, Yusra?" Shavez’s voice was light, unaware of her distress. She struggled to form words, her breath hitching.
"Yusra?" he repeated, alarm creeping into his tone.
"Uncle, the financial data... was it recovered?" she blurted out, her voice cracking.
"You’re calling me for that? Uh, yes, we managed to recover it. Why?" His curiosity deepened.
She hesitated, unsure how to articulate what she’d just seen. Her gaze darted to the field where Shazal was still running, blissfully unaware. "And... Adnan? Do you know where he is?"
She wanted to confide firm that the man she was seeing was Adnan himself and not some doppelganger of him, she wished it to be the latter though.
Shavez’s tone sharpened. "No. We’ve lost all trace of him. Why? Do you know something?"
"I'm coming home," she stated in a voice firm. It was confirmed now that this was indeed, Adnan.
There was no time to explain. Adnan’s presence here wasn’t coincidental, and while Shazal was safe in a crowd, the situation was fragile.
She called her driver, urging him to hurry. But as she waited, a tap on her shoulder made her whirl around.
"Mehjabeen," she said through gritted teeth, trying to compose herself.
"Hi, Yusra! You’ve been avoiding me lately. I miss you, you know?" Mehjabeen pouted, her saccharine tone grating on Yusra’s nerves.
"I’ve been busy," Yusra replied curtly, glancing back toward the field.
Mehjabeen leaned in closer, her voice dripping with faux concern. "Aw, are you sure this isn’t about Shazal?"
"No, it isn’t," Yusra snapped, her patience wearing thin. Her eyes flicked back to the field, where Shazal, mid-lap, had slowed. His gaze found hers, and he stopped running as though tethered to her movements.
