*Murat's POV*
"I have sent you that document, go through it once." Aamir said to me as I was busy in my laptop.
I gave him a nod and continued back to my work.
"Also, did you talked with her?"
My fingers stopped typing and I looked up at him. "Not again" I huffed and picked up the iPad to search for a file.
"Murat, dont be so stubborn. You should atleast apologize to her for what you did."
"Its over", I said in a monotone.
"I'm not saying to have a relationship, but atleast sort things out her. If you were just any random person for her, she wouldn't have tried to clear up things up even after your argument. Everyone fights, but that doesn't mean breakoff everything."
"She was getting attached."
"And that's why it would have hurted her more."
I covered my eyes with arm and leaned back on the chair.
"Just atleast talk to her."
I sighed.
When received no response, he got up and left after saying, "Think about what I said."
***********
Since the cutoff Aamir doesnt leave a chance to keep reminding me of her even if I try to distract myself with work.
I know what I had meant to her, and what she had meant to me.
I read it all in her letter.
But I also know contacting her again, would make her attached to me again. Which I clearly dont want.
I don't want to break her heart.
She is too precious.
But he is right.
I may have hurted her.
No matter what were my intentions, she must have definitely not expected my rude response.
Anyways, I should probably get back to my work.
I opened 'new requests' to check in the recent client's message when an account named 'daki' pinged me.
'I have a question.'
'Yes?' I replied.
'Wow that was quick.'
'Do I know you?'
'Not really.
I just wanted to ask.
Are you heartbroken?'
Why is everyone hell bent on making me miss her?
'Not exactly.
But you can say.'
'I see.
Can you tell me about it?
If you are comfortable?'
'And why are you interested in knowing?'
'Actually I write stories and my senior has given me the 'emotional' genre this time instead of thriller and suspence.
I'm not so good with emotion stuff so just thought to ask people's story'
'Okay. But I'm sorry, I don't share things with strangers.'
'You can change that habit now :) '
'I don't want to :) '
'Okay no problem :)
But do ping me if you change your mind in case.'
'Okay.'
******
*Hayat's POV*
16 Oct 2021
08:51 PM
Dear diary,
Yes, I have fallen in love with him. All I could think right now is about him, while listening to this song, 'Aawara Shaam Hai'.
After 5 months, I finally heard from him.
Indirectly
Jannah talked with him as a stranger.
I usually avoid talking, or thinking about him but last night I got overwhelmed and ended up talking about him with Jannah. She asked me if she should talk to him as a stranger, and I said no.
Nonetheless, she did it anyway.
She made up a story, but managed to get out the answers from him which I wanted. It was small talk but enough for me.
Yes, he misses me too, and really loved me. I couldn't stop crying when I saw his texts. I haven't heard from him since May.
I don't think I will be able to forget him ever, or miss him out in my prayers. I hope he stays happy wherever he is, and not sacrifice his feelings for anyone. All I want is his happiness.
You know what, this is the most different feeling ever. I think I have finally understood the real meaning of love, and realized, that I have never really fell in love indeed. This is actually my first time.
The person who truly loves you doesn't give you clues, and never makes you cry. They make you feel alive, confident, and most importantly, they make you feel loved.
Love is the calmest feeling ever.
It doesn't makes you restless, instead it gives you peace. As they say, 'aankho ki thandak ban jata hai vo insan'. (that person becomes the coolness of your eyes)
I have never prayed for anyone in sujood (prostration), but I couldn't stop myself from asking almighty for his happiness, his health, and most importantly, to make him mine.
I know its difficult, but not impossible right? I have my faith in the creator of the world.
I want to meet him. I wish I can just bump into him someday.
Hah!
Let's see if our story ends here or is it still left?
Since the moment I have came to know, that yes, he still thinks of me, hasn't moved on and maybe still have feelings, I'm beyond happy. Its relieving, that yes, I'm not the only one crazy here.
Ya khuda! (Oh God!)
What's this complicated situation?
We both want each other but couldn't be together, just because of some idiotic society rules. Islam doesn't support all this, then why do people pressure upon these things.
Whenever I used to daydream, I always kept myself in check not to imagine anyone's face, especially his.
But right now, all I want, is to just lose control for few seconds, and get lost in his memories.
.
.
.
.
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*7th November 2021, the night of twist in the story*
I was clearing up the unnecessary contacts in my phone when I saw a name.
Beezzyyy Hooman
What the....
I thought I had deleted his number.
I checked it and turns out Telegram backups all the contacts :")
If Telegram was a human being I would have hugged him tightly.
I told Zoe about it in the evening.
"Wowe."
"Shall I ring him?"
"He will recognize your voice."
"But not yours" I gave her a wicked smile.
"Hayaat" Zoe pinched her nose.
"Please" I gave her my puppy eyes. "I just want to hear his voice."
"Bro you are not my hayat"
I took a deep breath and looked down.
"Yeah. Maybe I'm being toxic. And probably a psycho too. I should just leave it."
"Alright I will talk to him." She said after a minute.
"Really!!" I jolted right up on my feets.
"But what will I say? Hayat misses you alot? Just come already!?" she chuckled.
"Nooo. Just ask for a person and pretend you dialed wrong number." I laughed.
"Alright, give me the number." she took out her phone and started typing.
Coldness crawled over me as she dialed his number. My nervousness was increasing with every ring.
Brr
Brr
Brr
.
.
.
He didn't picked up.
"Maybe its on silent" Zoe concluded as I took a deep breath. I didn't noticed I was holding my breath all along.
"Yeah. Maybe he is busy. I am actually surprised his number is still working." I said in a low voice.
Zoe soothed my arm and gave me a smile.
*******
It was midnight.
I was laying lazily and scrolled through my feeds when a notification popped up.
"Now which idiot sent me request" I mumbled to myself and checked it.
'murat_ahmad sent you a request'
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!
I jolted right up in the sitting position rechecked the name again.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Murat sent me request?
In next second his message popped up.
With trembling hands I opened the chat and saw,
'Hayat, I want to say something.'