Our Story Ends Here by Sara Naveed

Author:Sara Naveed [Naveed, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
ISBN: 9780143439691
Publisher: Random House Publishers India Pvt. Ltd.
Published: 2017-02-09T18:00:00+00:00

Mehar

In the washroom, I turned on the faucet and splashed water on my face. Tears trickled down my cheeks.

Why was I crying? What made those tears flow out? Why did I have feelings for a person who did not belong to me?

The mascara and kohl had smudged all over my face. I studied myself in the mirror for a long time and remembered my own family ethics and values. I was prohibited from having feelings for a stranger. I would soon be married to a person whom I’d considered a brother all my life. Sarmad was nothing but a saviour. But with him I had experienced emotions that were still unknown to me. With him I’d rediscovered myself and felt freedom like never before. I had felt independent. I had felt free. I was no longer the girl who would seek help or guidance for doing anything. I had become a much stronger person now. I was ready to go back to my world. Sarmad was right. There was something I could take home— memories, his memories. I could live with his memories all my life. As they say, at some point, you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life. This was my reality, and I was ready to accept it happily.

Soon, I would return to my parents and everything would become normal again. I would feel like a normal person again without having to go through any trauma or heartbreak. If only I could make a deal with my heart and make it understand. If only I could stop myself from falling in love with him. If only . . .

I cautiously stepped out of the washroom, keeping my emotions in control. Sarmad was already lying on the couch, his eyes open and a cigarette dangling from his lips. A few papers and a notepad were kept on the coffee table. I wondered what he had been doing all this while. Also, I was a bit shocked to find him smoking. I’d never seen him with a cigarette before. I came up with an idea to lighten the atmosphere and cheer him up.

‘Do you know a cigarette a day reduces your life by eleven minutes?’ I sat on the edge of the bed, just across his couch.

He instantly came back to reality and looked at me.

I tried to smile at him. Of course it was a fake smile; I couldn’t let him know how sad I felt inside.

‘How do you know that?’ he asked in a whisper, trying to sit up.

He put off his cigarette right away.

‘I did some research on it for one of my subjects at the university,’ I replied, crossing my arms.

‘Oh, okay . . .’ He became quiet for a moment. ‘I . . . don’t really smoke.’

‘What happened today?’ I tried to probe him.

‘Nothing,’ he snapped. ‘I think we should get some sleep. We have a long journey tomorrow.’

‘Yes, you’re right.’ A lump of disappointment burned in my throat.

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