Simple Hate (Broken Dreams 2)

Insomnia: Hindrance between us

She rolled her dainty hands down her face shimmering with something totally unfathomable for sight and novel for words to tell the tale of.

The unity of her voluminous curled eyelashes was disturbed lightly and the bluish white ray of sun pierced her hazel eyeballs. Sloping her palm on her forehead she skeptically thought of the manners she used to start her day with and stretched her arms making the long loose sleeves of her shirt to slide till her elbows.

"Oh sun, why you make me fall every time? This solar love always disturbs all selenophiles out there. See, Maria is head over heels for moon but you know what, I never liked being shadowed. Moon is your shadow, sunshine! And I am here to create own shadows of mine. Mummy says that I am slowing bidding farewell to normal life I once had to have but what should I do when I do not like being ordinary?

I am not unique but I am different.

All prides for Allah but is it not an ethereal feeling to be so? It is. All praises for Allah!"

Unwrapping her head she was now discarding her scarf on the bed that was last night the mess of all jewelry Mummy had been saving for two pieces of her sole heart.

The faint and cold beams of morning sun were moving like waves on the bed crown and the whole atmosphere was drowned in supreme tranquility. She had been up since whole exhausting twelve hours so feeling enough lethargic and drained, the girl prone to insomnia was planning to have a relaxing sleep and obviously to have him in her dreams.

She was a practicing Muslim and he was no one; nobody existing on the planet, no man breathing the same air as she was but being the excellence of her imagination, he was always with her.

The idea of not perfect but beautiful companion for her life always had remained at the back of her mind, the mind that had defeated many in her academic years.

Closing her eyes, she smiled as the curtains of her inner orbs whirled and he appeared while making a phone call using his strong masculine fingers trailing down his contacts and those of other hand messing up the crazy thick hair. The perfect height glamorously increasing his manly aura had been disturbing her from the very core since when she started believing that he was the man of her dreams.

"I had never been open to anyone, but desperately desire to see that you know what I have in my heart for you! Wish you existed and someday on the cross roads of life we would meet; me being all captured in fantasy and you being all carefree as nothing had happened! At all!

You have never seen me but I know you so much. I know the grip of your palm on the coffee mug from its bottom and the sleepy eyes that would make me lose my life! You are eternity but the sad truth, I do not know where you are?

Are we together while moving in different dimensions? You are real or not? When did I start remembering the tiniest fragment as you of my imagination? In sleeps, then in occasional loops of my-time and then finally every now and then that never stops. You never cease in my mind. Never.

My heart never signaled that you are someone extraordinary because you first caught hold of my brain and for me, brain comes first.

Heart paralyzes thinking and how can I give liberty to paralyze you in me?"

With her gaze fixed on the bookshelf beside her bed and eyeballs roaming on the edges of the familiar browning fragrant pages, she was deep in reverie.

"She wanders like a wading soul in nights and sleeps in the day time. Zara, you can never change!" Drawing the curtains of her room, Mummy was now closing the door to let her sleep.

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AssalamoAlaikum.

The new story on Wattpad and already very much under some strange awe.

The protagonist is introduced today and do tell me what do you feel about her? What is she? Who is Zara in your eyes?

Are you finding it interesting? Please tell me.

I am humbled at the comments I received on the first part as they are always the driving force behind my every story.

Please help this story grow as it has some different subject to cater. I hope everything turns out well!

Thank you so much for reading me so that I have mustered the courage to introduce Simple Hate!

Take care!

Love,
Sarah.