Love Means Sacrifice

Ch. 19: Repeat of Destiny & Illusions

Javed's P.O.V.

I gazed at Mehwish's beautiful face as she described her hobbies and favorite food, films, etc. I obviously knew most of them, but it warmed my heart to see her eyes light up when she spoke about the things she's passionate about.

"That's how I had start doing makeup on the side, but after I began college, I didn't have much time for it anymore."

It felt good that I was able to distract her for a bit and make her talk about herself. Her radiant smile was back on her face.

"Javed?"

I don't know how she became so special to me.

"Hello? Javed?"

But she was, and I just wanted to be around her all the time and make her laugh.

"Shehzad!" She exclaimed, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Yes." I shook my head quickly.

"Where were you lost?"

"Nowhere. I was just thinking... Hey, do you want to see videos from Mahira Apa's haldi? The videographer sent it to her recently, and she shared it with us."

Mehwish's P.O.V.

I eagerly agreed, and he connected his phone to the TV. It was like I was watching a movie, but I guess that was starting to feel like the norm now.

I watched myself briefly dance with Javed before he spun me away. The scene then changed to guests eating appetizers. I saw myself on screen again a few more times such as when I put haldi on the couple and when Zahid and I were walking out of a hallway. I wondered what I possibly could've have been doing with him. How did him and I even become best friends? He seems so quiet.

The screen became dark and I sighed internally. When would I get my memory back?!

Javed placed his hand on mine, "I hope you're feeling a bit better now."

I looked down at our hands. Should I ask him now?

"Come on."

"What?" I questioned.

"Where'd that smile go?"

I pushed a fake smile to my lips.

He frowned then began to tickle me with a grin.

I couldn't help but laugh until I yelped in pain when I accidentally moved my right arm.

"Mehwish?!" he panicked.

"I'm fine." I reassured him kindly.

"I'm so sorry!"

"You didn't do anything. Don't worry about it, Shehzad."

"Food is ready, come!" Ma yelled from the kitchen.

We sat at the dining table and had rice with chicken curry. Ma had already cut up the chicken for us so we could feed ourselves with a spoon.

Ma and Javed chatted up a storm.

Zahid's P.O.V.

I watched the slowly setting sun as I sat on the couch at the rooftop.

All my moments with Mehwish passed through my mind.

My chest felt heavy. I felt like screaming. I felt like crying. I felt like running from door to door to find someone with whom I could share my pain.

I gripped the couch. What was this? The only girl I ever loved, and I couldn't be near her, I couldn't take care of her, I couldn't keep her as mine.

If I was around her, all I wanted to do was engulf her in my arms. I wanted to keep gazing into those beautiful brown eyes.