❝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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Fareeha felt shy about wearing the bridal nightie her mother had packed. Almas insisted (commanded) that she wore it. This was the first time she wished she had an elder sister to advise her, or a girlfriend rather than her mom. The white silk flimsy nightie was short for her liking, going just below her thigh, and the night-robe was a sheer net with decorated sleeves. What would Sarfaraz think? That she was trying to seduce him? He would tease her more, and that was the part she dreaded.
Adjusting the night robe on her shoulder, she placed her dampened hair on her back and cautiously stepped out of the bathroom. Fareeha stopped upon noticing Sarfaraz kneeling on the floor and checking on the heater. He too changed from his wet clothes and wore only a black track-pant, but she could see the label of his underpants. Now, was he trying to seduce her? Or was she over-thinking?
He turned and saw her and froze. Fareeha fidgeted with the thin straps of her nightie and glared at him.
"Have you not seen a woman in a nightie before?" Her body tremored a little, - "Ass."
Sarfaraz rose and shook his head, "Not such a gorgeous one."
Fareeha rolled her eyes, pretending to be cool.
"Ice cream is here." He said in a small voice, his eyes unmoved from her. She looked at him, extending her hand. In a trance, Sarfaraz gave his hand in hers. She slapped it away.
"Where is the ice cream, idiot."
He shook his head and chuckled, - "Oh!"
They had ice cream together, watching the rain lash out on the city and reminiscing their past's nice parts. Fareeha often brought up the embarrassing moments and had a good laugh. He let her in the expanse of him.
"I was so stupid."
"You still are," Fareeha spoke with a mouthful of ice cream in her mouth.
He nodded, - "That is why I need you." He turned, - "Be my babysitter forever. I promise I will behave nicely and won't take you for granted."
Fareeha wanted to say something, but a piece of ice cream smudged on the corner of his mouth was distracting. She reached out for it and mindlessly wiped it. Sarfaraz stilled. She looked into his eyes, felt the intensity, and lowered her gaze.
"I was wiping the ice cream. Don't think otherwise."
"I think of our kiss all the time." Sarfaraz surprised her. She moved her head and looked at him again. He leaned on the railing, tossing the empty ice cream cup in the dustbin.
"And I want to kiss you all my life." He spoke in a raspy voice. Fareeha shivered, looking away. It was definitely not from the cold.
Sarfaraz on purpose held her hand longer to take the empty cup from her. He crumbled it and threw it into the dustbin. His aim surprised Fareeha, as he wasn't looking there, but at her.
