It has been two weeks since she saw that guy. She does not even know his name. She recently joined the college but she was not excited about it all. She is friends with her brother’s friend and Kashan is her best friend. He tries to express his feelings to her many times but she never feels that way. She does not believe in love after seeing her parent’s marriage, but for the first time in her life, she feels love. Those two different colored eyes were making her heart rush in a manner that she never felt before. “Who is he? Where he could be?” she thought. “I…I am afraid to admit that I am in love,” she felt her heart rush again. “I wish I could see him again,” she assumed. ***********“Have you seen Hala?” asked Hania. “I am afraid I have not. I have found it odd. She is in herself more these days and that makes me worry,” Saliha said. “Relax, she is always like that,” said Hania. “I can see my sister in her Hania. I don’t want her to go through such pain,” said Saliha.“I kno
“What are you talking about?” she asked him, expressionlessly. Thanks to her wonderful acting skills she knows how to do it; she was unable to do it because there was AI and a laptop screen between them or else, she knew she could not do such good acting in front of him. He raised an eyebrow and she knew he was not buying it. “I have asked you once and you know I fucking hate repeating things,” he growled. She felt her heart was rushing so fast. “Why the heck you were checking upon his details? Do you think you can easily sneak out under my nose and I won’t know?” he asked annoyed. She had no idea what she had to do in such a situation. She looked around for Eliza but she knew Eliza must be busy making cakes. “Saliha…answer..” he growled again. She knew he was like any bomb that could explode at any time. She looked around again and then she put the laptop lid down. “Don’t you dare to…” his angry voice touched her eardrum giving her chills. Her hands were shaking because she
She woke up after a deep sleep. Recognizing her surroundings; she came to realize that she was not home. She thought she was dreaming but it was the truth. She got down. A frying sound could be heard from the kitchen. She entered the huge modern-style kitchen and found him cooking. “So you can cook?” she asked him smiling. “I am a bachelor; what do you think?” he replies. She chuckled. She found this man very funny and chilling at the same time. “I…I want to talk to you,” she said. He was making chicken and eggs for breakfast. He lowered the stove heat and turned to her. “Go on,” he said. “I am very thankful to you that you offered me a night at your place and security as well. I want to move to one of my friends,” she said. He stared at her for a while and opened his mouth to say something when the main door opened and someone entered. She turned around; a tall boy in his mid-twenties walked in. He seemed tired and his green eyes were screaming his exhaustion. “Kristan, yo
“Roman, Roman, Roman. What he wants from me. Why he has to tease me like this? Why? He can’t let me live my life?” she said, annoyed, and kicked a nearby plant. “Saliha,” she heard Hunza’s voice. Hunza was wearing a concerned expressions. “Hunza?” she whispered. Hunza rushed towards her and hugged her. “Oh thank God you are okay, you don’t know how worried I was,” Hunza said. “Hunza, I have to esc…” She was about to complete her sentence when Hunza’s words made her shiver through the spine. “Imran Ali Gardezi and Mrs Gardezi are shot,” Hunza. Saliha felt as if she lost all of her strength to stand. “What? No….no…this can’t be,” she screamed. The students passing by them started looking at them. “It’s true,” Hunza said. “I. I need to go. I need to see them,” Saliha said crying. Hunza and she rushed ahead towards the car. “Hunza, what happened?” Saliha asked Panicked. “Last night someone attacked their house and Mrs Eliza was in front,” said Hunza, crying. Saliha felt she
He was beating him violently. She had seen him in that much anger for the first time. The courtyard was filled with students, everyone was gathered there in order to see who had signed their deaths by annoying a 'devil star' of the college. “Who is it?” asked a boy. “It’s Atta, he is indeed getting what he deserves, he was on the radar of devil star for years,” said a girl, who had deep green eyes and had caught her hair in a high ponytail. The boy had shaken his head regretfully. Saliha was staring at the 'devil star' beating a boy of his age, a boy who became a living hell for her for four weeks. She never knew that he would end up in the devil’s hands. The boy had made her life miserable for weeks and was harassing her, but the question is how did the 'devil star' know about it? She had never told this to anyone that she was being harassed by a pervert. “What is happening? Who is this guy beating poor boy? We should inform the dean,” said Hania, afraid. “Poor boy?" Saliha thoug
“What are you saying?” asked Mehtaab, horrified. “Mummy, it is so clear, she is asking Saliha’s hand for Jamshaid,” said Junaid, beaming. “What?” Mehtaab got up from the couch she was sitting on. “What happened? It is not something you have heard for the first time. Every girl gets married; my brother wants to get married to Saliha,” said Rukhsana, grinning. “Have you lost your mind? She just turned 14 and your brother is 37,” she said, annoyed. “Mummy, Jamshaid is the perfect boy for Saliha, we are doing it only for her secure future,” said Junaid. “Listen, Junaid, I know you are doing it on behalf of your witch wife, but mark my words, I will never ever let you marry off my granddaughter to your pervert brother-in-law,” said Mehtaab, angrily. “Junaid, your mother is crossing the limits. How could she call my brother a pervert,” said Rukhsana, angrily. “Your brother is indeed a pervert. Why did he go to jail? He tried to molest a young girl last year,” said Mehtaab angrily. “
“Mummy, we want to take her now,” said the woman who came with Imran. She was sitting in the room on the bed of her grandmother. She was distressed. “I know you want to take her, but she is safe now, and she is your mandate here, my child,” said Mehtaab. Saliha sobs. “Hey, don’t cry, no one is going to hurt you now,” said Imran. “I can still see her in you,” he said in a whisper. The woman who came with him put her hand on his shoulder. He turned and secretly wiped his tears. “Imran, stay for a while,” said Mehtaab. “I will come back, Mummy, and next time I will take my daughter-in-law with me,” he said. She looked around and the boy with him was not there. She had not seen him since the wedding ritual. She took a deep breath. "Why don't you come with us? What is here for you now?" asked the woman. “Eliza, I hope you are happy with it,” asked Mehtaab. "I can't come, let me live here with the memory of my Maria. What happened, I was responsible for that as well, and it will ki
It was the fourth day of her grandmother's funeral. She was feeling empty. Eliza hugged her and was mollifying her. Imran was looking around, poker-faced. He spent his whole life in this house. Mehtaab has always treated him as her own son. A tear fell from his eye. “Pack your things,” he said in a whisper. She looked up at him. “But uncle.” she tried to say something, but he was abrupt. “There is no reason now to live here, Saliha,” he said. He could sense the greed of members of this house. Eliza helped her with packing. She looked at her room for the last time. “I know it is hurting,” said Eliza, and she hugged her. They went out of the room. “Where are you going?” asked Junaid. “She is going to her in-laws,” said Imran, expressionlessly. “Are you serious? We have not performed any proper rituals,” said Junaid. “Well, the main ritual we need for the wedding was already done four years ago,” said Imran. “Junaid, let them take her, we cannot take responsibility for a young