Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

“But you can hide them, Love.” He told the consolation he gave to himself, putting his hand over her head, “For how long? Till you guys marry me off to a random dude? Till I fall in love again? Or till I watch him loving someone else? Tell me na, for how long am I supposed to bury these feelings inside me?” She asked desperately, looking up at him with her teary gaze, “Till they become my affliction huh?” Grazing her very soul in the uncontrollable rush of agony, her voice broke.

“Till you can..” He whispered, “What will I gain by this?” She asked, on the verge of crying, “What do you gain by loving him?” He counter-questioned. 

“I.. don’t know.” Her dolorous voice came but a smile was clear on her lips, “But, whatever it was.. It was beautiful.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around herself, going into the unbreakable rhythm of hers, smiling purely, “What started in a spur of attraction developed much more than mere gazes… A longing I couldn’t attain yet strived for it. What was nothing for him is my everything and how silly it is when you care to your deepest extent about someone and they are unaware and I.. I wanted it. All of it.” Her voice turned into a whisper, digging her nails in her arm, biting the inside of her cheek, “And by the time the thought of stopping never crosses my mind...” The smile on her lips gradually faltered, rising to meet her brother’s compassionate ones, losing her mind, murmuring, “It was too late.” 

Rayan’s heart clenched to see this state of her Sister who was hurting on this path he once walked upon but a bit differently. Scooting closer, she said hopelessly, 

“Bhai. All of it is mesmerizing and of all people, you should know it, You should understand how I must be feeling. You should know…” Her voice was lower than a whisper.

“I do and that’s why I have no consolation to provide you nor false hopes, Hoorain.” He said in a spur of lamentation, averting his gaze. “Should I suffer?” She asked, tiling her head dejectedly, “I don’t want you to…” He whispered, wiping the tear on her cheek, “Then what should I do?” She asked, growing weary of the emotions manipulating her heart into sorrow.

“What will I advise you when my very tale is incomplete and filled with heartbreak?” He asked in the same tone, “Hoor Api knows… I have told her everything.. She told me to move on… But it’s not easy for me.. When she can't, then how can I?” Her voice was growing faint but saddened, eyes unable to compete with another. “I can only pray..” He breathed out. 

“Can’t you talk to him? Wouldn’t he listen to you? You are his best friend. Bhai please do it for me, Please. Please understand my feelings, they are hurting me.” She ended up crying, clinging to her brother, holding him. “If you talk to him, he will surely listen.”

“H-Hoorain, H-How I?” He asked, “Please Bhai, do it for my sake. Please talk to him, please make him understand.” When I couldn't do it with Isra then how will I be with Zain? He thought painfully. 

“Please bhai, I can’t forget him, it’s been a long while…” She whispered, putting her head on his shoulder, hugging him while sobbing, “Hoorain..” He whispered, “Please, Please…” And unable to bear with her tears, he hugged her back, running his hand in her hair, “Okay, okay, I will. Please stop crying. I will try but please don’t cry.” He mumbled, running his hand in her hairs to console the irrecoverable state of his sister.  

“I will do whatever I can for you.” I won’t let your heart break.

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