Fated to be

9

Hira's POV

"Well that sure was a long one,even though I've forgotten most of all y'all names, I hope I get to know you more as time goes by", I smile at the workers and everyone returned to their duties after offering me a Salam.

"Would you like to watch a movie in the meantime while breakfast is being prepared,I'm certain Mr Hafiz will be back in time for it", I smile at him, movie is not what's really on my mind now.

"Doesn't this place by chance have a library or something of the sort".

He smiles at my raised brow saying "say no more,come with me it's just down the hallway". he says as he walks ahead with me following behind him.

The library I would say it every nerd's dream with high end shelves almost all twice my height all filled with books in order of their genres and importance, ranged with every possible style you might think of...

"The place was stocked with only you in mind I hope it suits your taste"...

I look back at him with slight surprise, they really are quite a lot of things I find here I don't think Aadil would fancy, but for it all to be arranged for a single person's pleasure seems a bit overwhelming. I'm not complaining though...

I run my hand across the variety of books as I take small steps further into the library..I smile at him, "Thanks a lot, you can go back to work, I'll mange from here on"..I get lost just looking around a single book catches my eyes cause it doesn't quite look like a novel, it was a bit too high but raising up my heels, I was able to reach it.

True to my thoughts it turned out not being a novel,it looked like a photo album,'how did this even get here',I say mentally as I flip open the hard cover, a slim paper slips off it as soon as I open it, picking up the letter, it read

Dear Aadil
The year is finally coming to it's end, leaving a sour feeling at the bottom of my heart, looking back at how the year played out I don't think I regret any moment spent with, from the happiest to the sadness, filled with joy, pain, compassion, contentment, love, and now, longing, it breaks my heart to think this might probably be the last time I get to be so close to you, wishing I could just go back and invest all my time being with you, looking at you bright smiles, laughing your terrible jokes, bearing your grandpa advices, and listening to you rant off about the little things that makes you happy, now that you're going to leave me behind, I just might as well pour out what's being on my mind all year, everyone sees it except you how much I truly love you, not just as a friend but more, how I smile at a distance wishing you'd just turn around and see me, how much I long to not be friend zoned, how much I dream of our happy ever after, if Allah wills this might not be the last time we get to be together, but if it is, just remember you'll always remain in my heart, kept safely at the back to cherish and love with utmost sincerity, this might all come as a quite a shock to you but I don't expect you reciprocate my feelings, letting you know is enough, might just be my way of moving on...

In this album is just us memories of us I don't want to ever be forgotten, memories of us I want you to cherish as much as I will, memories of us that have weaved it's way into my heart, I'm not complaining though, I've always known in this short story if us I'm that friend that never noticed never suspected and never loved but it's okay, I knew what I was getting myself into when I placed my heart on a silver platter...I'll end it here, don't want to bore you with my unintelligent confession, I'd prefer you never bring it up if you don't feel the same, this is the only way I can feel comfortable talking about it, I wouldn't appreciate my least required confession making things awkward between us,...,I hope you get the one in your heart.

Love always
Noor

Interesting..., I knew that feeling I got off her wasn't ordinary, looking at me like I stole something meant solely for her alone, now that I think of it, she also had a very still demeanor addressing me the other day, I might be over thinking it but the thought of a possible love rival at just the start of my marriage settles a bad feeling in my gut...

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I here Aadil drive in and pull over, he did come back just in time for breakfast, punctual much , I tuck the album safely under my pillow, in my just realized room before heading downstairs, I did have my own room all along, he just preferred we share one, sometimes I get confused, it seems like I'm the only one this union came as a surprise to.

I walk in on him already seated and waiting for me, "Welcome back", I greet and he replies me with a short thank you, I get up to serve the food but he quickly beats me off asking me to sit back down, I smile at him as he fills up my plate first putting in much more than I can finish.

"That's enough now, I might end up bursting if I eat that much"...

He chuckles saying "You won't,infact you really need to have healthy food, being slender adds a natural charm to you but I don't mind you growing a bit round, you'll always look the same to me", my heart skips a bit.

I keep telling myself perhaps investing my feelings this early is not wise, but at the same time he keeps being so sweet with words and gestures, melting me like jelly exposed to direct sunlight, tearing down all the protective words I've built around my heart...

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And that's it...y'all second update, I apologize for being late 'as usual'.....

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