NEHA
Even after all that has happened, I still felt like stopping Ilyas from going. From leaving me alone. And I know how pathetic that makes me look, still wanting him. But love doesn’t just die like this.
I am still shook from his confession. This apartment is under my name. It’s mine. Mine. That sounds so delusional.
I glanced back. Ilyas wasn’t there. He wasn’t kidding then, that he was leaving.
I decided to call Tariq. I just needed to get this weight off my chest, this heavy rock that was placed on top of me, not letting me breathe properly.
Going over to get my phone from the night stand was no less than a struggle. Without wasting any precious second, I dialed Tariq’s number. He could be asleep for all I know, but I really needed someone who loved me and cared for me witho
