Alizeh Malik is the daughter of a police officer. She is intelligent and soft hearted with a unique personality.
Amir Mirza, the self centered and arrogant son of late Jahangir Mirza is seeking revenge for his fathers death. Haroon Malik had kille...
Yes, I got the name Alizeh from the movie "Ae dil hain mushkil". And now I realized the title song is perfect for this chapter 😉😊😂 Sorry to those that won't understand but you can google translation of "Ae dil hain mushkil" song, if you're curious.
Our noses were inch apart. I could see the hazel of her eyes glistening. Her lips quivering.
We kept looking at each other for a good minute. Not once, did even one of us blink.
Her teary eyes kept looking at my guilt filled eyes.
{ ALIZEH'S POV }
Amir, no words, no explanation will ever be enough to thank you. If he wouldn't come on time... I don't even want to think of what would have happened!
I couldn't help but look him in the eye.
We kept looking at each other without even blinking, as if there was some hidden meaning in our eyes.
I realized that we were both getting closer and closer. His cologne hit my nostrils. I could even smell his breath.
I didn't even realize when my arms ended up on his shoulders, and held it tightly. And his hands reached my waist, pulling me closer. And closer.
His touch on my waist felt like as if he was purifying the impure touches I got from those gangsters.
Our noses were touching now, and soon was our lips gonna touch.
I could feel the atmosphere around us thicken.
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And suddenly, almost when our lips were about to touch. Amir let go off of me.
That's when I realized what we were doing. We were about to kiss. Oh Allah, forgive me... I wasn't aware of what I was up to.
I, too, moved away.
I couldn't look up at him anymore. I was way too embarrassed. It was all awkward now.
And suddenly the huge clock in the room said, "12'o clock Am" "12'o clock Am" "12'o clock Am"
Why did it repeat that thrice? Strange.
Until, I felt Amir's hand on my face as I finally looked up.
"Alizeh, Happy Birthday", was all he said.
And that's when I realized it had been a whole year, a whole year since I was kidnapped. I didn't see or hear from baba and ammi for a whole year. I spent each and every day being trapped, thinking I could die any minute. The man in front of me had held me captive for a whole year.
