Murat's POV

"I have sent you that document, go through it once," Aamir said to me as I was busy with my laptop.

I gave him a nod and continued back to my work.

"Also, did you talk with her?"

My fingers stopped typing and I looked up at him. "Not again," I huffed and picked up the iPad to search for a file.

"Murat, don't be so stubborn. You should at least apologize to her for what you did."

"It's over," I said in a monotone.

"I'm not saying to have a relationship, but at least sort things out with her. If you were just any random person for her, she wouldn't have tried to clear up things even after your argument. Everyone fights, but that doesn't mean breaking off everything."

"She was getting attached."

"And that's why it would have hurt her more."

I covered my eyes with my arm and leaned back on the chair.

"Just at least talk to her."

I sighed. When received no response, he got up and left after saying, "Think about what I said."

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Since the cutoff, Aamir doesn't leave a chance to keep reminding me of her even if I try to distract myself with work.

I know what I had meant to her, and what she had meant to me.

I read it all in her letter.

But I also know contacting her again, would make her attached to me again. Which I clearly don't want.

I don't want to break her heart. She is too precious. But he is right. I may have hurt her. No matter what were my intentions, she must have definitely not expected my rude response.

Anyways, I should probably get back to my work. I opened 'new requests' to check the recent client's message when an account named 'daki' pinged me.

'I have a question.'

'Yes?' I replied.

'Wow, that was quick.'

'Do I know you?'

'Not really. I just wanted to ask. Are you heartbroken?'

Why is everyone hell-bent on making me miss her?

'Not exactly. But you can say.'

'I see.Can you tell me about it? If you are comfortable?'

'And why are you interested in knowing?'

'Actually, I write stories and my senior has given me the 'emotional' genre this time instead of thriller and suspense. I'm not so good with emotional stuff so just thought to ask people's stories'

'Okay. But I'm sorry, I don't share things with strangers.'

'You can change that habit now :) '

'I don't want to :) '

'Okay, no problem :) But do ping me if you change your mind in case.'

'Ok'

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*Hayat's POV*

16 Oct 2021

08:51 PM

Dear Diary,

Yes, I have fallen in love with him. All I could think right now is about him while listening to this song, 'Aawara Shaam Hai'.

After 5 months, I finally heard from him.

Indirectly

Jannah talked with him like a stranger.

I usually avoid talking or thinking about him but last night I got overwhelmed and ended up talking about him with Jannah. She asked me if she should talk to him as a stranger, and I said no.

Nonetheless, she did it anyway.

She made up a story but managed to get out the answers from him that I wanted. It was small talk but enough for me.

Yes, he misses me too and really loved me. I couldn't stop crying when I saw his texts. I haven't heard from him since May.

I don't think I will be able to forget him ever, or miss out on his name in my prayers. I hope he stays happy wherever he is and does not sacrifice his feelings for anyone. All I want is his happiness.

You know what, this is the most different feeling ever. I think I have finally understood the real meaning of love, and realized, that I have never really fallen in love indeed. This is actually my first time.

The person who truly loves you doesn't give you clues, and never makes you cry. They make you feel alive, confident, and most importantly, they make you feel loved.

Love is the calmest feeling ever.

It doesn't make you restless, instead, it gives you peace. As they say, 'aankho ki thandak ban jata hai vo insan.' (that person becomes the coolness of your eyes)

I have never prayed for anyone in sujood (prostration), but I couldn't stop myself from asking the almighty for his happiness, his health, and most importantly, to make him mine.

I know it's difficult, but not impossible right? I have faith in the creator of the world.

I want to meet him. I wish I can just bump into him someday.

Hah!

Let's see if our story ends here or if it is still left.

Since the moment I came to know, that yes, he still thinks of me, hasn't moved on and maybe still has feelings, I'm beyond happy. It's relieving, that yes, I'm not the only one crazy here.

Ya Khuda! (Oh God!) What's this complicated situation?

We both want each other but couldn't be together, just because of some idiotic societal rules. Islam doesn't support all this, then why do people pressure these things?

Whenever I used to daydream, I always kept myself in check not to imagine anyone's face, especially his.

But right now, all I want is to just lose control for a few seconds and get lost in his memories.

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7th November 2021, the night of the twist in the story

I was clearing up the unnecessary contacts in my phone when I saw a name.

Beezzyyy Hooman

What the....

I thought I had deleted his number.

I checked it and turns out Telegram backups all the contacts :")

If Telegram was a human being I would have hugged him tightly.

I told Zoe about it in the evening.

"Wowe."

"Shall I ring him?"

"He will recognize your voice."

"But not yours," I gave her a wicked smile.

"Hayaat," Zoe pinched her nose.

"Please," I gave her my puppy eyes. "I just want to hear his voice."

"Bro! You are not my Hayat."

I took a deep breath and looked down. "Yeah. Maybe I'm being toxic. And probably a psycho too. I should just leave it."

"Alright, I will talk to him." She said after a minute.

"Really!!" I jolted right up on my feet.

"But what will I say? Hayat misses you a lot? Just come already!?," she chuckled.

"Nooo. Just ask for a person and pretend you dialed the wrong number." I laughed.

"Alright, give me the number," she took out her phone and started typing.

My limbs went cold as she dialed his number. The nervousness was increasing with every ring.

Brr Brr

Brr Brr

Brr Brr

He didn't pick up.

"Maybe it's on silent," Zoe concluded as I took a deep breath. I didn't notice I was holding my breath all along.

"Yeah. Maybe he is busy. I am surprised his number is still working," I mumbled.

Zoe soothes my arm, giving me a reassuring smile.

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It was midnight.

I was laying lazily and scrolling through my feeds when a notification popped up.

"Now which idiot sent me request," I mumbled to myself and checked it.

_murat.ahmad_ sent you a follow request

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!

I jolted right up in the sitting position and rechecked the name. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Murat sent me a request?

In the next second his message popped up.

With trembling hands, I opened the chat and saw,

'Hayat, I want to say something.'

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