When Fire Meets Ice - Completed.

14. B L U S H

I N A Y A

It's been three days since that incident and I have barely seen him. He usually comes late at night and leaves early in the morning. I don't know what happened that day that infuriated him so much, and I think it is the reason he has been so busy recently.

Whenever I call him, its usually switched off or he's busy on other call. He doesn't even call me back.

He was the one who said that we should become friends but he has suddenly distanced himself. Yesterday, he came at evening to fetch something and I asked him about it. He simply covered the topic saying that he has got some extra work as he has been out for almost a week and the resort catching fire has arisen some disputes and he's busy settling them.

That didn't convince me but I agreed anyhow.

Right now it's past midnight but sleep is nowhere around me. I'm sitting on the swing in our balcony, doing nothing. I don't know towards what my life is leading to! Everything is a mess. The information I have is very little and my sources are limited.

I agreed for being friends with Ahad because he has vast range of connections across. I can get some information through him but that isn't working either! That was not the sole reason though, I actually wanted to get to know him. Because one thing is very clear here, He is not what he appears to be.

I have seen it in the moments we shared together, the way his eyes hold twirling emotions sometimes while the other times they are empty. The way he watched me taking care of him with that disbelief in his eyes as if he never thought I would do it.

We are similar.

In many things.
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We don't expect, but we yearn secretely.

We never open up, but we want to speak up to someone.

We act unfazed, but we want someone to take care of us.

We don't trust anyone, but we want someone trustworthy.

We keep our wounds fresh, but we want someone to be the healer.

We don't believe in Love, but we want it to posess us.

We live in a world of Power, but wish for a beautiful weakness. A weakness that would remind us of the organ that beats lifelessly in our chests, that it craves for something we can't afford.

Love.

These four words contradicting every principle, every rule, not caring about the consequences. It may bloom you or doom you!

But about us.

We can't afford that feeling, not when we know that is a weakness for us. But still, the heart that thuds inside, yearns for someone at every beat.

Someone.

Who would lend a shoulder to cry my heart out.

Who would hold me whispering beautiful nothings into my ear during my lowest time.

Who would cry tears of happiness and sadness with me.