𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢? He questioned tears brimming out of his eyes.
𝐉𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 ?! She replied with
great agony controlling her heart.
- ★
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐥 𝐀𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐝 !
Strong yet delicate flo...
Trigger warning : the following chapter will have contains that will be disturbing for some people in terms of suicidal thoughts and trail. You can skip if you want !!
— ❀ Minahil's pov :
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I knew it, I somewhere knew that this was about to end and something like this is going to happen. I already saw it coming.
Because the curtains behind the lies always tend to fly off and reveal the hidden truth.
My truth is revealed.
" you broke him minahil, you did something so cruel to him, you didn't only break his heart but the trust he had for you" my inner voice mocked.
I started trusting Arsalaan and at some point I was so determined to express myself and share ever little detail of my past with him. I wanted to share my secrets, my pain and the truth behind my hidden identity to him. I was waiting for the right time a right opportunity.
but fate didn't offer me one.
" you'll have to leave your past and the world of mafias for me" he said firmly cupping my cheeks.
" I can't let my past be incomplete just to complete my future with you" i replied before moving back from him.
our last conversation played on repeat mode in my mind piercing my heart every second.
but I didn't feel any pain let alone a tear to escape my eye because the only feeling I felt right now was numbness I felt numb.
I stood in front of my foster parents house and unlocked the door typing the pin code. " uncle ? aunty ?" I called out waiting for response.
" minahil ?" my mom rushed towards me a frown etched on her face. she scanned me from head to toe and worry strikes her face.
As my clothes were kind of drenched and dirty she hurried inside and grabbed a towel for me without uttering a single word.
She rushed back with a fluffy white towel in her hand and she walked towards me and started to wipe my damped hair. I stood still ruminating her actions. She is my mother of course she might be worried looking at me all soaked in water.
Also my arrival should be a shocker for her but she didn't say anything. " are you okay ?" She asked with concern in her eyes. A blanket of warmth engulfed me.
" I'm okay " no I'm not !! my conscience screamed. My mom didn't buy it. She definitely sensed that something was wrong.
because ain't no way she wouldn't be perplexed seeing me here all drenched in black attire, also the timing of my arrival isn't even any perfect.
