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...
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A/N: This is the part of the story where a lot of things are happening at the same time. Any confusion/ question, ask away..
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"Hey, what's wrong?" Amaan's grip on the phone tightened.
"I can't-" Adeel gasped between breaths. "I don't know who to call-I just-"
"Wait, slow down," Amaan urged, trying to steady him. "Take deep breaths, Adeel. In and out."
He could hear Adeel following his instructions and his breathing gradually evening out.
"Okay, now tell me-what's going on?"
Adeel exhaled shakily. "Dad-" His voice barely made it through the phone. "I don't think he's going to make it. He had another attack. Things are getting worse. Can you-could you come to Florida? I hate asking, but I-" His voice broke again.
"Okay, okay," Amaan reassured him. "Do you want me to tell Zumar?"
"Uh-yes. Please. She should know. I don't want her to regret not being here." His voice held desperation.
"Alright," Amaan said without any hesitation. "Stay strong. Call me if you need anything. I'll book the next flight."
With that, he ended the call, exhaling slowly. He had no time to waste.
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"Where's my grown-up baby?" Maria called out as she stepped into the lawn with a warm smile lighting up her face. Behind her, Zayd and Shayan followed carrying her luggage with exaggerated effort.
Faiza who was standing nearby, turned to a maid and instructed, "Call for Yusra." Then, she moved toward Maria, her expression glowing with happiness. "As-salaam alaikum," she greeted warmly. "I can't tell you how happy I am to see you."
"Wa alaikum assalam." Maria embraced her tightly, her voice carrying the same warmth. "You know, your call reminded me of something-the time you urged me to come because Zaki was bringing his parents to ask for your hand. You were so excited back then, and you sounded just the same this time. Only now, it's your daughter's wedding."
Faiza blinked back tears as her emotions started surfacing. "As excited as I am, I can't deny that I'm afraid," she admitted, gently guiding Maria toward a seat.
"Afraid of what?" Maria asked, settling down, her short, bobbed hair bouncing slightly with the movement.
"Weren't you? Now that Fatima is married, you must know what I mean."
Maria chuckled. "There's that," she agreed. "Daughters are too precious to let go. But yours is staying for a while, ain't she?"
"Hm" Faiza sighed, nodding before the conversation naturally shifted. "Speaking of which, why didn't Daniyal come to pick you up?"
