𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼

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my heart dropped when i heard his name being called on the stage, i cant possibly deny that he looks handsome...only when he covers his eye. well perhaps thats the reason he got the placement of a prom king 

the prom queen came forward with a mike in her hand wearing a white gown.stepping onto the stage with a flower bouquet in her hand lended by the orator.wearing a cute white crown on her head 

"oh my god, i cant even understand why i am here in the first place...a place that i dont deserve was given by the love of you guys...i surely had a great time with you all and now giving me this and announcing me as a prom queen is such a big complement to me,surely i was insecure about everything but the gift given by you all...currently on my head...i am sure after this i can never be led down...thank you so much!!"  

the ground was filled with applause and wispers...p

eople taking pictures and videos of the programme but i was busy...fearing...i knew that if he opened his mouth about me, farah is going to know all of it, i didnt wanted to ruin the relationship of her and her brother....somehow because of me...in the worst ways 

after the prom queen backed up he came forward borrowing the mike and comming forward in his black suite with a plain black watch....his medium curly hairs glowing because of the background lights....

his medium curly hairs glowing because of the background lights

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i was kinda regretted sitting right in the front rows. as i was quietly observing him...from afar my eyes went to see his only to find him already looking at me with his only beautiful blue eye.and the other patched up...i didnt bother telling him to take off those as he didn't looked that scary and more like a monster like he used to look without them 

"hello ladies and gentlemen, i am standing here totally thankful for the achivement that i have recived from the grace of all the participents,but i wont rather prefer talking about myself today  but instead i would like to give the stage ,the applause, and the compliments to....my love...my jaan" 

he said those rose like words straight,looking into my eyes..not blinking once, i can already feel the tense in his eyes...he looked desperate, the desperation to show and tell something to me which was terrifying to the level that i started to sweat. he continued..

"so.....meri jaan...zara ghaur se sunna 

hum tumhe keh na sake chalo aaj iqrrar karte hai...

tumhe bhul jaau itna kamzoor mera pyaar nahi 

or kisi dusre se mohabbat karlu itna gira mera kirdaar nahi

rokhna tha toh hum saans bhi rok lete par aap ne kabhi dil se pukaara nahi, ab iqraar jo kar chuke hai hum kya aapko usse lena gwaara nahi?

i love you...dil ki pehli aur akhri saans tak aur uske baad"

he completed his words as a big round of applause filled the room...i felt his gaze burning a hole into my chest.his eyes were not normal...not just me...anyone could feel the desperation in his eyes...a sense of pleading and sorrow with a slight of hope 

i turned to see farah burning with anger beacause of his odd but expected actions,i casually put a hand on her back bringging her attention to me 

"hey whatever he did...you a not related one bit"

"but.hes-"

"i assure you ,dear bestfriend,let me handle this..you stay away" i said as an expression of anger took over my face obviously hiding the disgust....

the actual feeling i always got  from hearing the word "love" , i would say a simple part of life that can never be forever bonded.....a fake bond,a relation that one can breakoff whenever they willed,leaving the significant other broken and confused....

my aunt,my mother...they suffered so much...and i didnt wanted to carry out the same shit in my life...no way. i wont. never 

the feeling of fear and disgust filled me whenever i was with my uncle...it was somewhat the same with Ali and i didnt wanted to feel it at all....

 i will reject him.....probably in the most rutheless way possible...so that you can never come cralwing back and repeat the history....i am sorry Ali but you will hate me for this...and i want you to hate me. till the day you die and hereafter 

(author:i am sorry....this chapter is smoll....and i am not the best :(( i am sorry but please support)



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