Author's P. O. V. "You knew?" She looked at him with a shy smile as she placed the key in his hand and he unlocked the cuffs of his hand. "How can I not?" She asked holding the small cake in her hands and looking right back at him. " I thought you won't—" shayra smiled at him and shook her head. "I wanted to surprise you at the exact moment you turn 29," she said as she motioned her eyes for him to blow the candle. Yash smiled as he looked at her with love and adoration in his eyes. He was about to blow out the candles when she said," stop stop stop stop," he looked at her surprised. "Just don't blow them, wish something first," shayra said as Yash chuckled. "Shayra... All that is for kids," she narrowed her eyes at him before she said, " we all have an inner child is which needs pampering, " she gave him an answer, the answer he longed to find all these years. She knew he was forced to grow up sooner because of his father's death and now he just thinks all these pamperings ar

Author's P. O. V."Kabir tries to handle yourself," Abhay said as he stopped the car in front of Kabir's house.In all these months, Abhay could not understand why he Zoya here, in the place he had his memories attached to.But now after hearing Kabir's love confession, Abhay can understand why he did what he did.He opened the door of the car and dragged Kabir out, taking him near the main door."Listen, you won't do anything wrong anymore with Zoya okay?" Abhay said to him as Kabir looked at him then after a second he nodded."Can I ask you something?" Kabir asked with utmost Innocence In his voice.Abhay hummed as they reached the main door. Kabir held him held before he could press the doorbell."Will she ever love me?" Abhay fell silent as he looked at Kabir's face that held hope, the hope he was about to crush under his shoe."No,"

Author’s P. O. V.Zoya rolled her eyes; she did not want to deal with him at 2 am; she was sleepy as fuck. Kabir noticed her stiffness but also her tiredness.“Sleepy?” he asked but she did not bother replying to him.She lay on the sofa and covered herself from head to toe but Kabir just came and snatched the blanket off her body.“God, why did you not die in an accident? At least I will be in peace,” she said at his face but came face to face with his red eyes.The hint of loathe and anger in his eyes made her scared as she shifted in her place.“hmm.. no matter what I do you will never love me?” He asked as he came towards her. Zoya gulped as she stared right back into his eyes for the first time in all these days.He wanted to see hope for himself but all he could see was immense anger and hate.Hatred for himself.He held her hair in a grip as her eyes teared up; “ You spoke to him with a smile but with me? I get this anger huh?” He said as he pulled her hair.Zoya closed her eye

Author’s P. O. V.Kabir opened his eyes but with a building headache; he looked around as he held his ahnd.“Zoya chai,” (tea) he said in his sleepy voice as he held his head in his hands; he heard the clicking of vessel as he looked up.Zoya kept his tea on the side table but something was wrong; he saw white; she was wearing white. The color she hated; the color she never wore in her entire life; she was wearing white.He glanced up only to see her wearing a white salwar kurti with a bandage on her head. He frowned as she walked out of the room; then it clicked to him; last night he striped her out of her clothes, just not clothes but as well as self-respect.He drank the tea in hurry and walked out of the room; his breakfast was lined up on the table like every day but Zoya was not in the kitchen working like every other day.Kabir bite his lip as he looked around for her; he coughed a few times looking around for her; he wihsed to say sorry; he should not have done what he did.Th

Author’s P. O. V. Kabir frowned in his sleep as he heard some blurry voices around him; he tried to open his eyes but failed. Trying once again he opened his eyes but closed them because of the hard light that fell straight on his face. Blinking a few times so his eyes get accustomed to the lights he opened his eyes only to see Abhay smiling back at him. “Hey?” he said as he tried to get up but flinched as the pain in his head and arm made him aware that he was on a bed; looking around he sighted. “Hospital?” he asked Abhay. “Of course dumbass, hospital, who asked you to drive while you had food poisoning?” Abhay asked as he helped kabir sit straight. “Zoya was here the entire night, she just went home a few minutes ago,” He mentioned as Kabir sighed. Now he remembered why he was driving that fierce; because guilt was eating him up. “Didn’t she say why I did not die?” He asked Abhay as the nurse came inside and gave him medicines. “Nope, not at all, in fact, she cried when she