After their first meeting, Huzaifa accepted her into his family with an open heart.
Since Huzaifa's own sister was much older than him, and he was not allowed to go anywhere except school, Huzaifah would keep her with him from that day on, playing with her. And if Sughra Begum had given permission, he would have put her to sleep on his own bed.
She had become his favorite toy.
And Moomal was also happy in this new environment because of Huzaifa. Who would spend his time with her like a shadow?
But then time passed like the wind, and they became an important part of the life of one another.
Since the age of four, he first met her as her best cousin, and then a few years later how his "best friend" became her love. She did not realize anything.
Only if she had realized this earlier, she might have stopped herself from stepping into this burning city of love. . . . .
She still remembers the year when, immediately after university, Huzaifa stepped into showbiz with the help of an uncle without telling anyone. At first, only she was the one who knew this, and she tried to stop him several times from doing so but he was adamant in his decision.
And a few days later, when the news reached Huzaifa's Baba Mueez uncle, he became so furious at him that no one dared to speak for Huzaifa, not even his mother, Sughra begum.
Their family was one of the richest families in the country. It was the first time that anyone from his family was involved with such a field, which he did not like. And even avoid the people from that profession.
There was a storm in the house that day. Mueez uncle had clearly warned him that if he doesn't leave the showbiz, he's free to leave the house because he will never accept his choice of profession.
And she knew Huzaifa. If he had made a decision, he would never change it in any case. Which means he will surely leave this house.
And only the thought of Huzaifa moving away from this house, away from herself, was excruciating for her.
When everyone had given up on Huzaifa, she was the one who didn't even hesitate to kneel in front of her uncle for Huzaifa's sake, without caring about her image.
Seeing her on her knees, begging, Mueez uncle tried to persuade her to stop worrying about Huzaifa's well-being. However, she refused to listen to anything else, she just wanted her uncle to accept Huzaifa's profession and stop him from leaving this house.
She knew that she had offended his dear Uncle by doing this, but at that time, she didn't care about anything else.
On the other hand, her dear uncle, seeing his beloved niece weeping and begging so much in front of him, was ready to accept what he wouldn't have accepted at the request of anyone else.
That night, though, Moomal had stopped Huziafa from leaving the house, from leaving her... But it was the same night she realized that her deep feelings for him were too painful for her.
And she felt heartbroken for her fate.
After that day, two years passed like a gust of wind, but with each passing day, her love only increased.
Huzaifa became the most important part of her life. She forgot herself and started living only for him.
But she never dared to confess her feelings to him.
Even after having such deep feelings for him, she always hides them from him.
Why . . . . ?
She didn't know herself, perhaps she was afraid that after knowing this, Huzaifa would get upset with her...?
She wasn't sure, because she just couldn't dare.
In the past, whenever they sat together, sometimes she would look at him and couldn't help but think that Huzaifa was so handsome that most of the magazines had captivating pictures of him on their cover pages. But after thinking that, she would always feel ashamed of herself and cursed at her own shamelessness.
She had also read the girls' expressions of love for Huzaifa on social media. And after reading them, sometimes she would become a whirlwind of fire on these girls, and sometimes she would feel happy for herself. Because she was the only girl whom he calls his dearest friend.
Yes, Only friend . . . .
And then this realization would take just a second to break her heart.
Why did he never feel attracted to her..?
Was she not good-looking enough for him..?
Often in solitude she would look at her face in the mirror and think that she was not ugly, rather, she was beautiful.
Her aunt would often say that Moomal's big brown eyes, white complexion, and golden brown hair are enough to capture anyone's heart.
If that's really the truth, then why didn't Huzaifa ever notice her beauty? On the contrary, he often lectured her that she should take care of herself a little, otherwise no boy will marry her. And she will remain single all her life.
"Neither do you ...?" And this question would only remain in her heart. Because she never let Huzaifa know her feelings.
She would only look at him sadly.
But the day came when Huzaifa took that right from here too.
That night, she will never forget. That night was Huzaifa's birthday. And she made a cake for him with the help of her cousin and Huzaifa's older sister, Rabia.
His birthday was after midnight, and she and her Aunt were waiting for Huzaifa to come home after his shooting.
While waiting time passed from 12 to 2 am, Huzaifa did not return.
When Rabia called him, he didn't even answer the call and only sent a message that he's at a party with his friends and didn't wait for him.
After that, he also turned off his mobile phone.
While waiting, first Rabia, whose one-year-old son started crying, caused Rabia to go to her room, and then her Aunt Sughra, who used to go to bed early, also went to bed.
It was half-past midnight, but she was still waiting for him.
And finally, her wait was over when Huzaifa entered the living room with a smiling face.
She was so busy in her thoughts that she couldn't even hear the horn of his car a while ago.
As soon as he arrived, seeing her waiting for him, he kept apologizing to her for being late, but Moomal had already forgiven him as soon as she saw him.
He cut his birthday cake with Moomal at 3:30 p.m. Moomal, seeing the happiness on his face, absolutely forgot her long wait. Remembering only the person who was the sole purpose of her happiness.
"Moomal, you made such a tasty cake for me, that's why I want to give you a gift ..." Huzaifa's words deepened the Moomal's smile.
But she didn't know that this gift of Huzaifa would become the greatest pain of her life.
"Do you know Ruby Ahmed? , The co-star of my last movie, that beautiful girl, you won't believe it, but I fell in love with her at first sight. But she refused to be my girlfriend. But you know me, I don't give up that easily. It took me a whole year to please her. But today ... today she has accepted me... I can't believe that she likes me too! I got the best gift for my birthday. You can't imagine how happy I am."
In his excitement, he was unable to see that when he was sharing his happiness with her, how lifeless she had become.
How he had shattered her heart in pieces.
That night she felt as if she hadn't just lost Huzaifa, but she had lost her life too.
She was feeling so much pain in her shattered heart.
But there was no one to mend it.
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Present:
She doesn't know how long she was lost in the past of her scattered life. but the sound of someone opening the door caused her to jerk out of her deep thoughts.
Huzaifa had entered the room with a mobile on his ear.
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