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My Unrequited Love TWENTY
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe next day Maria went towards the breakfast table with a big smile on her face to start a new and fresh day, trying to enjoy her limited days at her Abba's house. Yes, her home was in Mumbai now. Ahwaan villa was just her Abba's house.She was happy after so long and longed to stay like that only. Her motive was simple and clear. It was to ignore Mustafa Ahwaan and stay happy. Staying away from him was her key to happiness.But as much as she succeeded avoiding him the whole day she wasn't able to avoid him at the dinning table just like now. He was sitting across her giving her his best smile whenever their gazes clashed with each other. There was a time she loved seeing him smile but right now his smile was making her feel annoyed and she was ready to bash him if he didn't take his irritating gaze off her."Baba Noor want coco cake..."She sighed in relief when little Noor diverted all his attention towards herself. "Baby they are finished. See, none is left."
My Unrequited Love TWENTY ONE
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Murat!!"Jerking her hand off Mustafa's hold she ran towards Murat, her face adorned with a beautiful smile and hugged him tightly with all her strength."I am not running anywhere, dove. You can relax."Murat smiled rubbing her back seeing her holding him with so much affection."Murat I.....""Ji boliye."(Yes, sweetie.)Caressing her cheeks he encouraged her to go on"I missed you so much."She confessed looking in his eyes with a bright smile to which he chucked ruffling her hair."I can see that very well."His answer changed her smile to that of a scowl instantly and she started glaring at him."You didn't missed me ?""I missed your cute, and annoying self so much, that it was driving me insane."He teased pinching her cheeks which were red due to anger."What!!! Annoying and me ?!! You are so bad, Murat."Scowling she slapped his shoulder to which he held her hand having an innocent smile on his face."But I said your 'cute' annoying self, and not annoying
My Unrequited Love TWENTY TWO
THIRD PERSON'S POVGetting down the first thing she did was to look for dado who was not present on the dinning table which made her frown, catching Mustafa's lies.She was climbing stairs again to call Murat when she bumped into Mustafa which unbalanced her to fall but he was quick to hold her wrist and pulled her towards himself, saving her from falling down which would have injured her a lot. "Ouch...."Her head bumped into his hard chest when he was pulling her towards himself to save her."What are you made of.... FREAKING BRICKS OR CEMENT?"She groaned rubbing her forehead to which he could only smile amusedly at her response."Is this the way to say thank you! to someone who just saved you ?"He teased, which made her stop rubbing her forehead and scowl at him."I never asked you to save me. In fact, it would have been better for me to fall down, rather getting saved by you."She angrily replied to which he grinned and leaned towards her face making her cower back towards the
My Unrequited Love TWENTY THREE
THIRD PERSON'S POV"It's already three, hurry up guys! we have to leave."Aamina shouted, standing on the first step of stairs, impatiently waiting for everyone to come down. They were to leave at four in the morning after having breakfast but all of them except for the two girls weren't ready even after continuous warning of the girls."I swear these men are taking more time than us girls combined. Hum aurton ko to khamakha badnaam kar rakha hai."(We are framed for nothing.)Getting irritated Aamina rolled her eyes, unhappy with the boys for not being punctual at all to which Maria chuckled softly knowing well she was too exited for the trip."Your knight is here beautiful ladies."Grinning Osama climbed down holding carry bag in his hand and bowed down in front of ladies as soon as reached there."Missed me ?""Not at all."Raising an eyebrow in mischief he asked both of them which turned into a scowl when Aamina answered him without looking at him, instead focussing her eyes tow
My Unrequited Love TWENTY FOUR
THIRD PERSON'S POVAfter taking a long nap everyone settled themselves in the small living room of the cabin house."So....."Osama broke the silence realizing no one was ready to speak and it was getting too awkward to stay silent."So, what ?"Maria asked entering the living area finding everyone's eye on her making her gulp in nervousness which she overcame when Murat warmly smiled at her which she returned back and sat beside him on the sofa."I am asking what will we do now ? it is obvious, that we can't go for outing at this hour."He sighed running fingers though his hair looking at the girls for suggestion knowing the other two men weren't bothered, as one was busy on his phone and the other would do anything his friend asks him to."We can cook..."Aamina suggested and Maria agreed with her ignoring Osama who had a horrified look on his face."No... We won't. You both can if you want to, but we won't."He give his final verdict to which both the girls glared at him, not likin
My Unrequited Love TWENTY FIVE
THIRD PERSON'S POVMurat held her wrist and took her towards the garden area which was at the back of the cabin. His hold was tight but that was not which scared her, it was his expressions which send chills down her body. "Sit here."His voice was calm but his eyes, they held thousands of emotions in them, one of them which was anger and it could be easily detected by her with one look."Murat I....""Keep quiet."Keeping his index finger on her lips he stopped her from speaking and narrowed his eyes at her before he himself started speaking."I don't know what's wrong with you dove. Have you forgotten everything ? Ya ye tumhari mohabbat sar chadh kar bol rahi hai..."(Is this your love which is blinding your senses ?)His mind again wandered off to the scene he witnessed and it was exploading his brain. He was furious when he saw her on top of that man and that man had the audacity to smirk at him which was very ridiculous according to him."I am regretting convincing you to come h
My Unrequited Love TWENTY SIX
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe whole trip Maria ignored Mustafa and sticked to Murat as much as she could knowing he won't come near if Murat is with her. She was relieved he didn't tried coming closer but he did gazed at her. She found his gaze similar to those of her's four years ago. But wasn't he too late ? He was and now she didn't have the courage to go back and hand over herself to him. It would mean surrender. It would mean she was nothing, her feelings were nothing and she wasn't ready for that. Yes, her heart still belonged to him but she wasn't a fool to happily run back in his arms. It would never happen. She won't allow it.So, the trip was finally over and now they were on their way back to Delhi. Mustafa was driving the car, Murat sitting at front with him, whereas the other three were sitting at back. Maria was sitting in the middle to stop Aamina and Osama who were fighting with each other troubling her who was already in pain."Please don't fight guys... I beg you two to sto
My Unrequited Love TWENTY SEVEN
THIRD PERSON'S POVDays passed and Mustafa was getting anxious about the day his father will ask her about their alliance. Time was passing and he was scared that this time too she will leave.He was getting frustrated seeing Maria too close with Murat. She was very comfortable with him. Her day started with Murat and ended on him.His possessiveness for her was increasing day by day, and now it was impossible to stay away from her.She was everywhere, in his dreams, in his thoughts, he even saw her at the hospital. Only, he knew how he was stopping himself from going near her. He wanted his father to ask her as soon as possible. Walking towards his father's study he knocked it, getting a faint 'come in' as a reply. He was going to talk with his father after so many days. His father was still angry with him for giving his proposal for his daughter. Taking a deep breath he stepped inside the study. After a few minutes of silence he cleared his throat to get his father's attention.
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