Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

26- Almost Impossible

Zain returned home late at night. His mother was waiting for him but he was too perturbed to focus on anything. His mind was blank, he couldn’t think anymore.

“Ah, welcome home. How was your day?” She asked sweetly, coming to him. 

He couldn’t lift his gaze to meet hers at this point, he was too devoid to focus on anything at the moment, his fragile heart couldn’t bear it.

“Zain?” Aima called him again because of the lack of response but he hummed.

“Fine. I am just tired.” He hummed, trying to hide his anguish, suffocating his breaths.

“I see. Shall I make some tea for you?” She asked, going after him.

“No, no, You should sleep. I want to rest.” He replied, going to his room, taking off his shoes and socks.

“Are you sure?” She asked, worried by his lack of attention.

“Yes.” He nodded, not lifting her head.

“Okay then, good night. Take care, Love.” She whispered, kissing the top of his head and going back to her room. 

He continued to force out a trembling smile and the moment she left him alone after closing the door, he cursed under his breath, throwing his tie away.

“Dammit!” Slamming his hand down, he ran his hand in his hairs roughly, making them messy, showing his internal frustration. Groaning while pacing around the room.

“What have I done?” He whispered desperately, falling on the bed, covering his face in his hands; impotent to face his own reflection in the mirror.

Another tear rolled down his cheek, his lips began to quiver but biting it, he suppressed the heartbreak building inside of it. 

But, the deep breaths did him no good.

“What the hell did I just do?” Murmuring, he removed his hand from his face, eyes falling on the engagement ring.

Narrowing his eyes in dejection, he could feel the tingling sensation in his heart, inducing an irrecoverable pain on his heart.

“You got it all wrong. Why don’t you understand? Things have changed.” He whispered, voice breaking along the way, the clench was unbearable and there was no liberation either.

He had never experienced this kind of ache before, this sadness was never in his account and he had no idea how to deal with it. 

I wish I could tell you.. 

Falling on the bed, a tear rolled down again but covering his face with his hands, he was trying to eradicate what happened but it was etched.

And nothing could heal the scar which appeared on their relationship.

He laid there, staring at the ceiling, lost in his gloom but his closed eyes did nothing but shed silent tears over the course of time as he spent his night in darkness.

The next day, he went to the college and saw Hoorain there. She was there, talking with Haziqa with eyes overflowing with woe but she continued to smile.

And seeing her broke his heart.

He couldn’t bear it, her sorrow was becoming his affliction and walking closer, he called her, “Hoorain.”

“Yes, Sir?” She asked softly, turning to him.

She continued to smile, narrowing his eyes in ache, he wanted her to stop forcing herself to smile. “Can I talk to you?”

“We cannot and besides, I have my class as well.” She replied, motioning to Haziqa as they both left.

And he remained motionless with unwanted and foerign thought which surely hurt him invading his mind.

“What happened?” Haziqa asked as they were leaving for their class.

“You were right. I was daydreaming about something non-existent.” She replied coldly with a clenched jaw to not repeat what happened last night.

“What do you mean?” She asked, perplexed at her dryness.

“Meaning you were right, he was loyal to our bond. He didn't want us to be together.” She sighed, rubbing her temples as they were about to leave but Haziqa stopped.

“He said it?” She asked in disbelief and she nodded. 

“It’s over I guess. I just had to muster enough courage now to break it.” She chuckled dryly, looking away, nibbling on her bottom lip to resist the tear.

“Are you sure?” She asked hesitantly, worried about her friend.

“What choice do I have now?” She asked in a cracked voice.

“I should have known, Haziqa. It was my fault to believe that we could be together. I guess I got swayed by his mesmerizing affection.” She chuckled, shaking her head, wiping the tear in the corner of her eyes.

“Hoorain…” Calling her softly, she put her hand on her shoulder.

“I pray you find someone better.” 

“What’s the point if it’s not him? How will I convince my heart?” She asked. The most gut-wrenching part of this tribulation.

How can she convince her heart to love someone else?

“If I could control my feelings at will we wouldn’t be here but it is very hard to stop. Very hard.” She whispered, not wiping the smile on her lips.

She felt wrecked from inside, she didn't want to talk, to think, to feel anymore but the knock of anguish was blinding her.

“Hoor-” She was about to speak but Hoorain shook her head.

“Leave it. I don’t want to be late for the class.” She said, rushing to the class. 

She cannot talk about this matter anymore, it was ripping a portion of her heart and replacing it with dolor.

Meanwhile Zain was hopelessly seeking a way to talk to Hoorain about this, to make her convince her heart, to explain the whole context of his talk.

But, will she listen?

She was not in the state to hear anything. Being rejected twice, first by her love, second by her fiancé has become her malady.

Hoorain made up an excuse and canceled her tuition class for a few days but for how long will she avoid him and at the internship, she was engrossed in her work.

She stayed with Azed most of the time, talking with him to not be alone.

“What are you going to do to convince Haziqa?” She asked, looking through the night reports, making entries.

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