❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
The years he spent loving her from afar. She was out of his league, also for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy en...
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At the breakfast, Hadiya inquired about Adil.
"He had left late at night for Dania's place," Haya informed her mother.
Hadiya clicked her tongue, shaking her head, - "I don't understand what magic that Faryal and her daughter have done."
Fareeha climbed down the stairs, Sarfaraz behind her.
"What happened, Aunty?" Fareeha adjusted her dupatta on her hand.
"Adil Bhaiya has become joru ka Ghulam, ghar-jamai." Haya explained. Hadiya scowled at her, and she shrugged.
Fareeha looked confused.
"Arey, beta, you had cut off so you don't know. That Dania bewitched my beta and—and—married him. Both mother and daughter are cunning witches."
Fareeha looked behind at Sarfaraz was his reaction, but he was blank. It was a shocker that he was unresponsive to Dania being insulted. He—Sarfaraz urf Hadi, who couldn't hear a word against his beloved Dania, wasn't reacting. Now, Fareeha was sure, someone kidnapped him and replaced him with a lookalike. Or, or someone replaced his brain or gave him one.
They all sat at the table. Hadiya kept admiring her bahu, and Haya had to remind her time to time to eat her food.
"Okay, I thought to keep walima of both my sons together. But that—" She cleared her throat, - "Adil was insistence that Faryal wasn't well, and any celebration would be odd." She scoffed, - 'That madam hadn't even shown her face to me. I saw her as a young girl, and a long time since I saw Faryal. But because of her health, Adil isn't introducing us," Hadiya ranted.
Fareeha felt hurt at why she was being treated. Hadiya didn't deserve this. She looked at Sarfaraz, who sat beside her and was silently eating his breakfast. Perhaps she was guilty and ashamed?
Sarfaraz sat at the edge of the bed, thinking over his words. What he thought was a harmless action affected Fareeha so negatively. He felt bad about her running behind anyone who gave the slightest of compliments. She stood by him like a rock, and he—she has valid reasons to not trust him over Dania. Without realizing it would shoot this big, he recklessly behaved that night.
The sound of bangles broke his thoughts, tinkling. Sarfaraz flicked his tears with his fingers, and gulped, straightening.
"Are you okay?" Fareeha asked from afar.
Even after so much, she was caring for him. His eyes burned with more tears filling in. Sarfaraz just got up and hurried to her. Before Fareeha could respond, he threw his arms around her bending over to rest his face on her shoulder. She stretched her neck, pulling her face out from his broad shoulders.
She stilled, hearing his sobs. Was this some other manipulation thing? Oh God, why was she being so paranoid?
"I just want to be with you, Fareeha. I know, I am an ass. I deserve this—but for now, please let me be in your arms." He cried, - "Please."
