Well, it's not like I planned to get into an accident just so that Khirad of all people could be my blood donor was it? In fats I was hoping someone different would come along and save me…but now every time I looked at Ashar's face I felt like a dog that had been put out of the home for bad behaviour or something. And I think that the fact that I drover her home signed my death warrant mentally in his mind. But enough about Khirad; the person I had actually came all this way to see had finally taken a break from her busy schedule to meet me in the local art gallery. She was easily the most beautiful piece there without a doubt, even her cold personality made her even ore attractive to me. I knew she was just waiting for the right man to come along and break down her walls, little did she knew I was beyond ready for her now. I had the money, the connections, and my future set up for me as soon as I finished my education. I did mention that it was quite hard to see her the moment I saw her again but she just shut me down before I could say anything more…I guess the first meeting wasn't fated to go down as well as I has hoped…but I could still try. I had even bought her a painting I knew she liked from the gallery with excitement and anticipation at the very thought of her reaction; who else could say that they had bought their soulmate a painting the very next day? And just as I had expected she accepted the gift with a smile on her face that almost sent me to my knees in excitement. Maybe…maybe I should have paced myself but before I knew it I was turning up to her home everyday, studying long hours just to get a glimpse of her. It was very different to how I used to study before in my bedroom with no fan, no air-conditioning and even my bedroom walls had begun to curl up and crumble with the smell that seemed to be producing on its own out of nowhere. But seeing her in front of me gave me all the cool air and light that I needed, so much so I couldn't seem to stop expressing how grateful I was to catch a glimpse of her or to have her sit besides me…
…but my world came crashing down when she told me to 'cut out the cheap talks' like I was some kind of low-born stalker. I kept asking her what I could do to make her like me but…it was clear as day that my Sara, the girl I had been dreaming about marrying for years was clearly in love with somebody else. I started begging her on my knees to tell her I could be just as successful as the man she loved; I was even willing to relocate again to America this time and study one last time before I put our future together! I confessed my love for her blatantly, but before I could confess to her everything I had been though just for her wish talked away without giving me a second glance at all…and then it sank in, who she had fallen for! Ashar was married man! She never once looked at Sara in a different light and it was clear to everyone apart from herself! I couldn't believe I had lost to the insecure broody Ashar who was far older than the both of us! She was really going to throw me away for someone who was clearly in live with his own wife! Are you kidding me?
But she didn't like what I had to say about that at all; in fact she got rather angry and in my face before she left for good, leaving me reeling in my own emotions and heartbreak hat I could not come to terms with no matter how the days went by. Her last words kept playing in my mind over and over again "you cannot compete with Ashar…you'll never match our level in society…everything you do and say is cheap…" over and over until I stated harbouring ore hatred for the couple who had ruined my chance with the only woman I would ever love. I wish she could see how much I loved her just by looking into my eyes, even just the once.
But before I could even think of what to do next, I found out that both Ashar and Sara had gone to another city in Pakistan together for a work trip! Even though I knew it wss for work; the mere thought of them alone in a different city together made me restless. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't focus on the studying I needed to pass in order to be able to go to America to win her over; was stewing in jealousy day and night…and my hate increased…to the point here I would become part of an…evil plan just to 'help' Sara…and live to regret it all of my life.