Iqra would steal glances at Shanaya when she thought she wasn't looking, her heart fluttering whenever she smiled in her direction. Shanaya, on the other hand, found herself captivated by Iqra's laughter, her stomach twisting into knots whenever she brushed against her arm.
At first, they did not understand why the presence of other person would determine the happiness of their lives?
Why does their heart rate increase at the slightest touch of the hand?
Why does bitterness and jealousy arise in the mind if the person is seen with someone other than herself?
Why does her smile warm the heart?
But now they have answers to these unknown questions. There is also an answer to why they are so affected by the presence of others.
The answer is because they both love each other. They both fell in love with each other.
Although she herself knows that she loves the other person, but she does not know that the other person also loves her.
'I love her, but does she love me?'
The answer to this question remained unknown to them.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, yet their love remained unspoken, lingering in the air like a delicate fragrance. But deep down, they both knew that their hearts belonged to each other.
Their longing gazes and stolen moments speak volumes, yet they dare not confess their love for fear of the repercussions society would inflict upon them. Their story unfolds in clandestine meetings, whispered promises, and the silent agony of unspoken truths. As they navigate the treacherous waters of societal expectations, their love becomes both their greatest strength and their deepest sorrow.