ᴍᴇᴇᴛ sᴀʀᴀʜ ɪʙʀᴀʜɪᴍ ᴀʟɪ, ᴛwᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛwᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ wʜᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɢʟʏ ᴘᴀsᴛ, sʜᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴇsɪ ɢɪʀʟ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ɪs ᴋɴᴏwɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ.sʜᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋs ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇs ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ, ᴀ ғɪʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ wᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ wʜᴏ ᴍᴇss wɪᴛʜ ʜᴇr. ɴᴏw ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀᴀᴍᴇᴇɴ ʜᴜssᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴋ, ᴛwᴇɴᴛʏ sɪx ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴀ wᴏʀʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏwn ʙɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴀɪʀᴇ, ᴀ ғᴜɴ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ɢᴏᴅ, wʜᴏ ɢɪʀʟs would ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴇʟs ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟs ғᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ɢɪʀʟ. ʜɪs wɪғᴇ sᴀʀᴀʜ ɪʙʀᴀʜɪᴍ ᴀʟɪ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀᴛʜs, ʙᴜᴛ ғᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀs ɪᴛs ᴏwɴ ᴘʟᴀɴs, wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ғɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs, wɪʟʟ ᴀᴀᴍᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪsᴇ sᴀʀᴀʜ, sʜᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ , ᴀ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ʙɪʀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ swᴇᴇᴛ ɪɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ɢɪʀʟ. ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏw sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ wʜᴀᴛ wᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ?

| I sat on the floor crying, why does this hurt me so much? it shouldn't matter to me right? do I love him? All men are same, I shouldn't have trusted him, I knew he will eventually get bored of me, that's why j was scared to fall for him. does zayyan also loves zaara? I guess he does, she is so beautiful unlike me, Noor was right, why will zayyan love me. I stood up wiping my tears, staring at myself in the mirror. I threw the pillows on the floor, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐦 i 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬. ________