A Romance Comedy
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"I want to ask you,...... what's my name?"
I didn't answered because I still don't know his name.
"Miss Nawaz, you are acting like a student who did full preparation for a test but doesn't know which subject's test i...
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For a second my heart forgot to beat. I was horrified by the scene in front of my eyes.
"Taha!" I ran to him.
He had fallen on the floor by the intensity of pain. I put his head on my lap. "Are you mad!" I shouted at him.
He had shot his left arm. He is good at shooting, the bullet passed injuring the skin only. Nothing was serious but his arm was bleeding.
"Hey, I am the one who got shot then why you are crying?"
Am I crying?
I felt tiny drops on my cheeks. Yes, I am crying.
He winced in pain, which reminded me of what I was about to do. "Let's go to the hospital." I carefully held his arm.
"No need for it. It's a minor injury."
His ignorance only fuelled the anger I was trying to control myself for now. I kept silent and began dragging him towards the car.
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Taha's P.O.V:
You must be thinking that I am a psycho. Who shoots himself?
But I can. And I will do it again and again when she'll ignore me. Her negligence burns my insides. She is my world. I don't like being ignored by her.
And trust me, these injuries never hurt me. Not more than what I have suffered in my childhood. Seeing your mother bearing pain hurts the most.
First, a mother bears pain to bring us into this world. Then she bears pain to save us from this world.
She protected me till her last breath. But a moment came when she lost her courage. And she left me forever.
Aqsa reminds me of her. This is the reason I started loving her. And her personality charmed me to the extent that now I am addicted to her.
But she has a fear. She doesn't fear me. She fears love. Maybe because she never received love. She doesn't understand love.
But whenever I am in pain, her care towards me indicates that she knows how to love. But she isn't aware of her feelings.
Right now I am in a hospital, the same hospital where Jashn works.
Jashn and Aqsa, both are collectively scolding me for my little, actually great, madness.
But I am loving their scoldings. Because they love me. It's their care towards me.
I don't remember till now how many times Jashn smacked at my shoulder while shouting. While Aqsa is still sobbing lightly and lecturing me about the things which could happen if I got shot at the wrong place. They are getting overdramatic.
