Pyar Ki Love Story | Short Stories | 1st Book |

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"Aapi! Can you massage my head?" Iman asked her sister while standing in the doorway of Eshal's room, oil bottle was in her hand

"Andar aao." Eshal put her phone down and called her in. Getting in, Iman gave her the oil and sat on floor,

(Come in!)

Free Iman's long slick hair from tight bun, Eshal started applying oil in her hair and softly messaging her head

Iman's hair at this age was still very beautiful and strong, free from any grey locks. She doesn't dye her hair, her black hair was naturally

"Pehli baar kisi doctor ko beemar dekha hai maine." Eshal jokenly said. Since evening Iman's health wasn't good, she was feeling weak and tired while headache wasn't ready to leave her head no matter how much painkillers she ate

(I'm seeing a sick doctor first time.)

"Halka sa sar dard Hai bas, beemar nahi Hoon main." Iman mumbled, her eyes closed as she was relishing the massage given by her elder sister

(It's just a headache, I'm not sick.)

"Ek baat puchu, Meenu?" Eshal slowly asked

(Can I ask something?)

"Meenu?" This made Iman opened her eyes as she turned her head little to look at her elder sister who called her Meenu after ages

"Puchiye!" Her voice hold laughter but her laugh quickly died when Eshal asked her question

(Ask!)

"Dabir kaise lagte Hain tumhe?" Iman witnessed her heart missing a beat on the mention of Dabir

(What do you think of Dabir?)

"Yeh kaisa sawal hua?" Voice held no emotions. Emotions which she has buried deep inside of her heart

(What kind of question it is?)

"Aise hi, ek khayal aya..." Eshal tried to shrugged it off like it was really a random and casual conversation. Like she isn't asking this because Madiha has told her everything last night

(Just like it,.....)

She wanted to talk about this to Iman right away but held herself because she didn't wanted Kamraan to know any of this. Kamraan doesn't know about any Dabir that Iman used to like.

Eshal herself didn't know Dabir's name but she knew Iman liked someone from her college and that boy even sent his proposal for her. But her father rejected him

Eshal didn't had confidence to ask her father about this matter. Their father was a cold, dominant man who doesn't liked to be questioned.

"He is nice, I guess." Just like Eshal, Iman also pretended like nothing matters. Like she isn't bothered by this conversation

"Just nice?"

"Haan toh,... Main janti hi kaha Hoon unhe ki..."

(Yeah!... I don't know him well enough to...)

"Dabir wahi Haina jissey tum college mein pasand karti thi?" Before Iman could make a lie, Eshal interrupted her

(Dabir is the same guy who you liked in your college days.)

Laughter, taunting, teasing each other, bunking class to spend time with each other and then blaming other for poor grades

Her days of college replayed in front of her eyes, in every memories there was a reflection of Dabir