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My Unrequited Love PROLOGUE
MIR MUSTAFA AHWAAN'S POV🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋Emptiness... Is what I feel... Darkness is what I dwell in... The day she left, she took away everything of mine. The day she left, was the day I realised I should not have let her go. She is the girl I was always in love with. And till now I can't get over her.The day I saw her leaving, was the day my heart stopped beating....She was my everything and will always remain so.I wasn't able to stop her, back at that time. How could I ? I broke her. The man who promised to be by her side always, was the one who turned his back towards her. She was right when she said I lost everything. I was the one who burned down everything with my own damn hands. I was the one who turned down her love. I insulted her love calling it to be her infatuation towards me.How wrong I was ? I regret, I regret everything. I regret turning down her love. I regret breaking my birdie, my innocent birdie. I wish she was
My Unrequited Love One
Ek samundar hai jo mere kaabu mein hai, aur ek katra ahi Jo mujhse sambhala nahi jata...Ek umr hai jo bitani hai unke baghair, aur ek lamha hai jo mujhse guzara nahi jata. --Gulzaar ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐THIRD PERSON'S POVEverything was pitch black.....Black always suffocated her, scared her, taking her anxiety to the highest peak.... The same was happening now!Her heart palpitated as she walked further into the black abyss dread filling her heart... there was nothing to hold onto, nor was there anyone she could clutch to. She was alone, all alone.... Silence accompanying her to the depths of nothingness.“Maria....” a whimper escaped her lips when she heard someone, someone too familiar, too precious. Her legs carried her forward as she desperately ran towards the source of voice calling her. Light followed her, clearing the path the more she ran. Everything around her was now illuminating and she felt her sorrow lifting watching the sight
My Unrequited Love TWO
THIRD PERSON'S POV The sun rays tickled her face, providing her warmth in the middle of a chilly winter morning, but here she was standing, scrunching her nose towards the man who was holding on to his stubborn and defensive stance since last fifteen minutes, and now she was losing the bits of sanity watching the stubborn mule. "Osama!!! How irritating you can be ?! Just tell me the limit you are going to torture me, because I am at my wits end." her voice faltered and she made it look like she was close to crying but the insolent, imprudent man was not even fazed by her. If this would have been a normal situation he would have jumped into action and complied with her orders but now he couldn't. Why would he ?! All he saw was the clouds of storm hovering over his head promising destruction, death and misery.... "Of course! You would say that. Because you are not the one who is endangered. Meri jaan khatre mein hai and instead of sympathising with me, you are calling me irritating
My Unrequited Love THREE
THIRD PERSON'S POV Her gaze was fixed over the neat bandage Mustafa had tied when she heard him call her. Humming, she tilted her head, forgoing how she had to stretch her head upwards. Ignoring the voice of her head which was mocking her tiny form in front of him, she focused over him, finding him gazing at her with scrutiny. “What happened ? Is everything alright ?” her heart sped up as if it was running a marathon when Mustafa passed her a nervous smile. “It is, but I want to tell you something, more like inform you....” No word came out of her mouth and she simply nodded, confronting him to continue. She was sure whatever it was, was not in her favour. “Badi dado is here.” there it was! The message of the doomsday....Colour drained from her face and she turned pale, groaning at the news. Badi dado was the only sister of their grandfather... The eldest member of their family. Although she adored the Ahwaan's, but she was the woman who was too strict. Having seen her husband mar
My Unrequited Love FOUR
He felt annoyed and grumpy the whole day, courtesy of fighting with his most favourite person... His heart was not at peace, nor was it letting anyone work in peace.Mustafa Ahwaan had been flaring and glaring time to time at the hospital staff for the minutest work. Seeing him on the edge, his staff warded off his gaze. The same fate was of his office employees as he did a daily visit in the evening and now they were the ones facing his wrath. He looked like the incarnation of the devil sitting behind the mahogany table barking orders. "Eat almonds to sharpen your memory Suraj. I asked you to get the file of Khurana builders not Malik! Ek file boli thi lane ko par nahi ek kaam dhang se nahi hota!" clenching his jaws, Mustafa hissed hitting the file hard on the table, controlling the urge to hit his fist against it. (I asked you to get one file but you don't know how to do one single task.) He could never imagine a person affecting him so much."Don't know how Hassan handles your i
My Unrequited Love FIVE
THIRD PERSON'S POV Her heart pained as she took steps towards Aaqib Ahwaan’s room. Everything around seemed gloomy when her heart was not at peace. It was since that day they both fought and just like he had promised Mustafa stopped interfering in her life. But it was not something which hurt her, it was him ignoring her completely had her mind going crazy. It wasn’t her fault that Azhar shoved off spoon inside her mouth forcefully. Yes, she had not answered Mustafa but was it necessary for her to explain herself ? To give a statement about her truth ?! She had believed that it was useless to give explanations. Your loved ones would always know you better, they would know your heart, and that they were the ones to defend you even when you were capable enough to fight your own battles. But Mustafa let her down this time. How could he not read her ? How could he not when he was the first one to detect her emotions. He said her eyes were her mirror, then why was he acting like he co
My Unrequited Love SIX
Finishing his breakfast Hassan walked towards the study room, just as his father ordered him to. His heart thudded loudly as he neared the door of the study. The sixth sense of his was telling him it was something serious and not some business talk. Taking a deep breath he knocked the door of the study, waiting for Aaqib Ahwaan to call him which he did, a few seconds later. He was busy reading some files, when he entered. “Ahem!” He cleared his throat which made him look up. “I need you to sit down before this.” He pointed towards the seat as set his files aside, making him feel nervous. He gulped as he sat there in front of the mahogany table, tapping the chair, waiting for his father to speak with bated breaths. And he did. Just like he had anticipated, his words shook him to the core. “Hassan I want you to get engaged.” He wasn’t even sure if he heard his father correct. But he couldn’t question him as he was speechless and tongue tied to even utter a single word.“Hassan!! S
My Unrequited Love SEVEN
How do you control love ? It was something she desperately seeked an answer to. The desperation she craved, to control her feelings for him, to lock them inside the depths of her heart, to push them down so deep, that no one could pull them to the surface. She craved love, and he could only give her friendship. There was no future. Days passed and everything turned normal, except for her feelings and Mustafa's care for her. Both of them increased. After that incident his care increased for ten folds if that was even possible. He started to care for her like she was some hospital patient. Maybe it was the guilt he harbored for hurting her... A week ago, he put ban on her running as she had nicked her toenail when she was chasing Osama but It wasn't only her who was tortured alone, poor Osama was also schooled for his behavior, and junk food was banned for a whole month. With her, he behaved like a mother hen. First he had pulled her with him to hospital and injected a big injectio
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