Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗
- Author: Failia Baighaan
- Serie: «Ahmed Family Tales»
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A lot happened after Hoor’s marriage, things were taking a turn for the best but ended up ruining this whole situation, breaking the bond which could become a source of solace. Unexpectedly binding Isra's life with Rayan and they had no choice but to accept it.
When Emraz; supposedly Isra's groom, came back, it wreaked havoc but there was no chance to avoid it. Things began to shake.
Emraz looked at his siblings for a second with guilt ridden eyes and asked, "Do you hate me?"
"What are you saying, Bhai!? Of course not! We can never hate you." Hoorain said sadly, hugging him tightly. "Don't you dare to think about it." Hoorain said, crying a little, holding him securely, "Okay.. okay." He uttered, startled by her sudden cry, rubbing her back to ease her, "Leave everyone, I love you! I am with you!" Hoorain said, sobbing in his arms, "I get it, Hoorain. Shh.. Don't cry." He whispered, kissing the top of her head. Rayan smiled a little and was about to walk away but Emraz gave him shoulder and pat. When Rayan turned Emraz was only hugging Hoorain, trying to console her.
After she went to her room, She called Hoor, telling her everything. "Api, I can't believe Bhai asked such a thing. Things are getting so messy, Papa slapped Bhai. I am so scared." She cried over her phone. "Papa- what!? How could he do this?!" She yelled, not believing what evil eyes cast upon their happy domain.
"Bhai was... talking about his legitimacy and it.. it enraged him.. things are falling apart ever since Rayan Bhai and Isra Api's marriage.." She sobbed, trying to control her tears but couldn't. For someone who has never faced family problems, it was unbearable for her.
"Don't cry, Hoorain. Everything is going to be alright. This too shall pass. Trails come in every family, you stay strong. okay?" Hoor tried to convince her sister. "I hope you could come, Api." She whispered, dejected that Hoor left for Germany after Rayan's wedding.
"I had no choice but to leave, Hoorain but you have to be strong. Okay?" She explained her sister, trying to console her. "And.. Api.." She gulped, unsure whether to tell her or not. "Hmm?"
"I don't know whether I should say it or not but... you know my course is ending soon." She whispered timidly, perturbed about it as well.
"With this going on in this house, you are worried about it?" Hoor asked strictly. "I can't control my feelings. You know we have no control over feelings." She reasoned. Hoor's eyes softened and sighing, "I know but we can't do anything. Why don't you just confess and see where it leads? Being like this would hurt you. Everyone in the home is tangled in their own trouble, You with Zain, Emraz Bhai with his stunt of leaving Isra right at the wedding, Rayan with Isra. Ah, May Lord have mercy upon us." She breathed out, praying deeply in her heart for everyone to reach their destination.
"Should.. I confess?" She asked tentatively. "Do you have any other choice? For how long do you intend to hurt your feelings by this unrequited love?" Hoor asked sternly but she had no answer and exhaling, she nodded. "I guess you are right, Api." She hummed.
"Good- Ah, Haider's home. I will talk to you later. Take care of everything. Bye!" She said cut the call immediately and went to see her husband.
"Confess, hmm?" She muttered, staring at the ceiling in vexation, not knowing how Zain would react after knowing but she had no choice either.
Later,
"..-Etch it in your mind: Customer is always right. And- Hoorain." Zain was giving his lecture in the college, telling the students about customers but stopped after noticing Hoorain wasn't paying attention which he despises the most, "Huh? Yes, Sir?" Hoorain said after being interrupted from her thoughts.
"What did I say?" He asked sternly, closing his arms at his back, furrowing his brows at her. "Uh.." She bit her lips, looking down.
Zain sighed at her lack of response and said, "Meet me after class." He demanded.
"Yes, Sir." She said quietly and he continued his lecture.
After the lecture, Zain and Hoorain were in the garden. He was looking at her firmly, even infuriated as well as his voice came icy, "Now, tell me. What happened?"
Tugging her hair behind her ear, Hoorain replied timidly, "You know it, Sir... Rayan Bhai moved out." She used the condition of her home as an excuse to hide the actual reason.
Zain gaze softened a bit, sighing, "It was a wise decision in my opinion. Being together will only make things awkward and besides, this behavior of yours has been going on for a while now. Even before their marriage." But it came back again by his last sentence, narrowing his eyes at her, commanding for get some answers, "Uh.. I.. Sir."
"Tell me. What is bothering you? Listen Hoorain, it's your last year, then you will graduate and you can't put your efforts to waste." He tried to explain to her but her anxiety only increased along with her heartbeats. "I know..."
"Then what is it?"
"I.. Don't want to leave." She whispered, looking down.
"Huh? What kind of reason is that, Hoorain? Are you attached too much to this institute in just two years but not to your school where you studied for twelve years?" Why is my love unnoticeable? She asked herself, looking at him with a tear pricked in her eyes which stunned him for a second, thinking he might have hurt her. "I.. didn't mean to offend you, I just state the fact." He reasoned, putting his hand in the air.
"I.." She tried to speak, making an almost crying face. His voice came out low and soft, "Tell me."
"I don't want to leave you." Inaudibly, she confessed with thundering speed. Narrowing his eyes, Zain asked, thinking he might have misheard something, even hoping he did but didn't, "Come again?"
"I am sorry but I have liked you for a while, I even joined this institute for you." She finally confessed her years of crushing on him, liking him longer she could remember. She could feel her heartbeats growing wild.
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