I opened my eyes and found myself in a familiar place, I looked around and saw Zara was sleeping next to me. Her face was covered with some book-like object, I tilted her head as she was sleeping on the edge of the bed. I took that object from her hands to place it on the table, it was a photo album. The curiosity rose in my heart and I opened the album. I knew it was wrong but I was doing it out of curiosity. There were a lot of beautiful pictures of this family. They were looking so good and happy.

There was a picture of Hamza and Hammad with their parents and then I scanned the picture of their mom. She was really beautiful and her face was shining from a different peace.

On the next page, a beautiful young lady caught my attention, her eyes were shining different like those eyes want to say something, her smile was the prettiest smile I've ever known. I was staring at her God knows how long; it was weird, very weird.

I flipped the next pages, it was their old pictures, Wajahat, Zara, Hamza, Hammad and...and... I didn't know her. She was probably some cousins like Farwa but as I started flipping pages, I realized that she was in each photo, and in one picture, she was standing between Hamza and Hammad, I looked at her face closely and the next moment I felt something. That face...

I closed the album and sighed heavily.

"You up?" Zara rubbed her eyes and asked me.

"Yeah, a few minutes ago..." I flashed a weak smile at her.

"How are you now?" She held my hands and asked in a worried tone.

"I'm okay, I guess," I sighed, memories started flooding in my mind and my heart started pounding. I knew it was back, everything was happening again, I didn't want this, didn't want this.

"you okay?" Zara stood from her place and hugged me.

I realized my whole body was shaking and sweating.

"Sorry," I mumbled under my breath and ran to the washroom and locked it. I stood in front of the mirror and glanced at my reflection, tears were willing to come and this time I didn't stop them. I kneeled and started crying vigorously. After crying for almost half an hour, I washed my face and combed my deshelved hair. I looked into the mirror again but this time two large black eyes were flashing in my mind. my heart shivered from an unknown fear.

Why it's back? Why it's happening with me again??

"Zaynah, what are you doing?" Zara yelled from the outside and I realized that I was standing in the washroom for an hour. I took a small quick shower and came outside.

"What took you so long?" she narrowed her eyes and I gave her a creepy smile.

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"How are you Miss Zaynah?" as I reached the lounge, Hammad ran towards me and hugged me.

"I'm good," I smiled cheekily.

"I'm sorry Miss Zaynah," I tilted my head to see Hamza was standing behind me with guilt all over his face.

"It's okay," I passed a smile and he stared at my face for a while, he came closer to me and the next thing he did was really shocking and unexpecting. He hugged me, he was wrapping his hands around my body, and I didn't know but a lot of emotions rose in my heart, his presence was so comforting. Soon, I realized it's haram, still haram as he was also a non-mahram to me. I was feeling like this probably cuz Maaz never let me get closer to him.

After a few minutes, Hamza parted from me, his eyes were red from crying... Crying? Hamza, that rude and mean kid was crying for me? Am I dreaming or what?

We settled on the dining table for dinner, everyone was showing their concern and it felt so new like it wasn't the first time when I got that attack in public but no one ever cared about me and today all these attentions were overwhelming.

We were eating peacefully when a noise interrupted us. It was Wajahat, he dragged his chair and settled down. He put a small glance at me and then started his meal. It stung me like I was at least expecting a small hello from him. Bruhh, I fainted in his fucking home and he didn't even speak a single sentence to me, like I know he didn't care about me but it was really rude and mean.

I inhaled a breath and started focusing on my food, but my appetite was full. I just wanted to go back to my room as I was here since yesterday morning.

"So guys, I gotta go, see you, and thanks a lot for your hospitality" I stood from the chair and almost announced.

" You are not going anywhere dude, I won't let you go" Zara spoke in a loud tone.

"Yeah you ain't going anywhere," Hamza and Hammad shouted in unison.

"Try to understand bro, I really need to go," I said stubbornly.

" Wajahat, tell her to stay, she isn't listening to us," Zara whined like a baby and I looked at her awkwardly when she took Wajahat's name.

"I don't know what to say but if she wants to go, let her go," he replied nonchalantly.

"Yeah, let me go," I said in a low tone and started picking my stuff.

The boys and Zara were looking mad but now I couldn't stay for a second, as he clearly said that I should go. But why it was hurting like I wanted to go back then why his words were piercing my heart, What was I expecting from him?

"Waitt Zaynah, Uncle Naseem will drop you" Zara called me from behind.

" Thanks, I'll manage," I replied curtly and walked outside.

I was walking alone on Lavelle Road when a taxi stopped near me. I started looking for a purse to check money and my jaws dropped when I found my empty wallet. Damn, I didn't have any. It always happens to me. I sighed and started walking as I had no choices left.

"If she wants to go, let her go," his voice rang in my ears and a tear fell from my eyes. He clearly showed me that he didn't care about me.

Bruhh why were you even expecting anything from him? Does it even make any sense? Why would he care about you??

Okay yeah, it was my fault, I even dreamt that he was carrying me in his arms, he was calling my name, he came in the basement for me. Lmaooooo

I laughed hysterically and started making small steps. I was walking silently when that familiar car stopped near me. I tilted my head to see that arrogant, mean, and rudest guy alive.

"Get in the car," he almost ordered.

"Thanks but I can walk," I wrinkled my nose and started walking again.

" Just sit in the damn car Zaynah," he shouted on top of his lungs.

My name from his mouth sounded so foreign. I didn't say any word and opened the passenger side door.

The whole ride was silent and what could I expect more. The car stopped near the hostel and I climbed off from the car. I was about to move when a deep voice stopped me, "Zaynah," I turned around to look at his face. I froze at my place, His beautiful eyes were fixed on my face and I was getting weird feelings in my stomach. My heartbeats became irregular, Can't they calm down man?? Why my heart was beating like this and why the heck he was looking at me like this.

"Take care," he opened his mouth and the heat ran in my body. I could feel the heat growing in my heart, our eyes were locked and God knows how long we stared at each other. I came back to my senses when he pulled his gaze, he put the last glance at me and passed a smile...smile...a freaking smile. He started his car and drove away.

"Take care," his voice was still ringing in my head and I was smiling like an idiot.

Wasn't it weird that a few minutes ago I was crying cuz of him and now smiling cuz of him? How could someone be the reason behind my tears and smile? It wasn't normal... I swear it wasn't normal.