Ayesha's POV

Looking up at the sky, my eyes followed the drifting clouds as they brushed against the moon—so still, so alone, just like me. The wind, the night, the clouds—they all moved forward, second by second, but the moon remained, frozen in its solitude. Two tears slipped down my cheeks as his smiling face appeared in the moon's glow.

"You forgot me, right?" I whispered into the night.

A cold gust brushed past me, sending a shiver down my spine. The curtains danced with the wind. Darkness surrounded me, but I didn’t turn on the light. Slowly, I walked toward my bed and opened the drawer. Just as my fingers touched something inside, the door creaked open.

I turned and saw my mama standing there. I quickly shut the drawer and waited for her to speak.

"Ayesha, you haven’t slept yet?" she asked gently, sitting beside me and turning on the lamp.

"I’m not feeling sleepy… not feeling well," I replied, my voice heavy with sadness.

"Hey, it's okay. Come here," Mama said softly. I placed my head in her lap as her fingers ran through my hair.

"What’s troubling you, Ayeshi? Is something on your mind?"

I closed my eyes. His face flickered in the darkness behind my lids—smiling. A tear escaped.

"Hey, what happened, bacha?" Mama asked, worried.

I quickly wiped the tear away and sat up, forcing a smile to ease her concern.

"Nothing… just tired," I whispered and hugged her tightly.

"It’s okay. I think you should take a day off from the hospital tomorrow. Rest a little," Mama suggested, and I nodded silently.

"And remember, that boy’s family is coming to see you tomorrow. So be prepared," she added cheerfully.

She kissed my forehead, turned off the lamp, and left the room.

I lay down, defeated.

Tears pooled in my eyes again as his image returned. His voice echoed in my ears.

"Stop... go away," I cried, covering my face.

The sobs came hard and fast, hiccups escaping as I tried to control them. I turned on the lamp again and opened the drawer. Slowly, I pulled out the photo frame and stared at it.

Everything was the same—his eyes, his nose, his smile. My heart raced.

Tears rolled down my cheeks freely now. I didn’t bother to wipe them.

"Come back now," I whispered, still crying. "Come back, Haadi."

I caressed his face in the photo, kissing it gently.

"It’s been twelve years. Come back before I die," I whispered, hugging the frame tightly to my chest. "I’m waiting for you, Haadi."

I fell asleep holding his picture.

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Next Morning

I woke up still clutching the frame. One tear slid from the corner of my eye.

"Good morning, Haadi," I said, looking at the picture before placing it gently back into the drawer.

I showered and dressed. As I combed my hair, I heard it again—his voice.

"Pink suits you, Ayesh."

I spun around. No one.

I looked around, confused and shaken.

"Stop, please," I murmured, placing my hands on my ears.

Tears had wet my face again. I washed it with cold water and took deep breaths to calm myself. Composing myself, I headed to the kitchen where Mama and Taayi Jaan were cooking.

"Assalam-o-Alaikum," I greeted them.

"Wa Alaikum Assalam. MashaAllah, pink really suits you," Mama said, kissing my forehead. But my mind drifted again…

"Pink colour makes you pink."

I blinked back tears.

"Breakfast is ready," Mama said, and I nodded.

I ate quietly, my appetite gone.

"Razia, what time is the boy’s family coming?" Taayi Jaan asked.

I flinched.

"Mama, I’m heading to the hospital," I said quickly, rising from the table.

"Ayesha, beta, I told you to take the day off—"

"Mama, a new case came in. There’s a very critical operation today. I’ll be back soon," I said, hugging them both.

I, Ayesha Khalid, a heart specialist, lived with my mother and my aunt. My Abba passed away two years ago, leaving a void that nothing could fill.

I picked up my stethoscope, white coat, and purse, and walked out.

"Allah Hafiz, Mama, Taayi Jaan!" I called.

"Be home on time!" Mama replied.

I started the car and began driving.

One day, I’ll be a heart specialist—so skilled that you won’t be able to hide what’s in your heart from me.

But I never hid anything from you.

My heart was always yours.

Tears threatened, but I blinked them away and forced a smile onto my face. Reaching the hospital, I parked and walked in.

"Assalam-o-Alaikum, Dr. Ayesha. How are you?" a nurse greeted.

"Wa Alaikum Assalam, Maria. I’m well. How are you?"

"I’m good, doctor."

I reached my cabin and began reviewing the case file. A critical surgery was scheduled—it was risky, but necessary.

A knock came.

"Come in," I said.

"Doctor, Dr. Khizar wants to speak to you about the operation."

"Okay, I’ll be right there."

I wore my white coat, adjusted my dupatta, and walked to his cabin.

"Hi, how are you?" he asked.

"Fine. And you?"

"Alhamdulillah. So, ready for the big step?"

"I don’t know… I’m nervous. The risk is high."

"Dr. Ayesha, you’ve been taking risks since day one. You were the first to take on complicated surgeries without hesitation. You’ve never failed. Why the doubt now?"

I smiled, remembering.

"Hey, I never did that!"

"Oh, really? Who constantly challenged Dr. Iqbal? Who insisted she knew better?" he teased.

I giggled. "Let’s discuss the case again."

We reviewed everything thoroughly.

"I think we should do it today. We can’t delay anymore."

I nodded. "Let’s go, then."

We checked the patient and prepared everything. I called Zaid and Hira, two interns, to assist.

"Don’t be scared. It’s a great learning experience."

We scrubbed in. Dressed in surgical green, my hands trembled slightly.

What if I fail? What if the patient doesn’t survive?

I closed my eyes and prayed.

Ya Allah, help me. Guide my hands.

I wish you were here, Haadi.

"I’ll always be there when you need me."

"How?"

"Just close your eyes, and you’ll see me."

"Haadi…" I whispered.

I took a deep breath and entered the operation theater.

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8 Hours Later

"Congratulations, Dr. Ayesha. I told you, you could do it," Dr. Khizar said.

I stood still—shocked.

We’d done it. The surgery was successful. Eight hours… and we saved a life.

A tear rolled down my cheek.

"Hey, it’s okay," Khizar smiled.

Applause erupted. My team, my interns, my colleagues clapped.

"You really did it. Honestly, I was losing hope in the middle, but you didn’t. You stayed strong. All credit goes to you."

I smiled softly as everyone returned to their duties.

Stepping outside, I watched the sun begin to set. Birds soared in the sky, flying home.

And once again, my heart whispered his name.

Haadi.

---

❝In the Weather of Love❞

Poem

When the sky turns pink with unspoken words,

And wind carries names we dare not say,

Hearts bloom in silence, like spring’s first rose,

Waiting... even when seasons drift away.

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Ayesha’s POV

I parked the car and exhaled deeply. The day had drained me, and all I wanted was to bury myself in silence. Stepping into the house with my eyes fixed on my phone screen, I called out, distracted.

“Assalam-o-Alaikum, Mama. I’m sorry I’m late, actually—”

I froze mid-step.

Three unfamiliar women sat in the drawing room, dressed in formal clothes, a young man beside them. All eyes were on me. My heartbeat stalled for a moment.

“Assalam-o-Alaikum,” I greeted softly, straightening my dupatta.

“Wa-Alaikum-Assalam,” they replied in unison.

My mother stood up with a proud smile. “This is my daughter Ayesha. She’s a doctor.”

One of the women stood to hug me. I managed a stiff smile.

You once said I was yours, Haadi.

Then why aren’t you here to claim me?

They made me sit beside them, and soon, the interrogation began—hobbies, future plans, where I see myself in five years. Their questions hit like dull raindrops against a closed window.

“Ayesha, why don’t you and Zuhaib take a little walk in the lawn?” Mama suggested sweetly. I narrowed my eyes slightly.

Zuhaib—that was his name.

I didn’t argue. I gave a tired smile and stepped into the cool shade of our small lawn, once my father's pride and joy. The marigolds and jasmine swayed gently. The air carried the scent of watered earth. But my heart was dry.

He walked beside me silently.

“Why do you want to marry me?” I asked abruptly, before he could speak.

He blinked. “I... I don’t know.”

I stopped walking and turned to face him.

“Why are you even interested in this proposal?”

He looked stunned. “You’re not?”

“No.”

He frowned. “Then why don’t you say no?”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. How do I explain something I’ve kept buried for twelve long years?

He looked at me, confused but curious. “Tell me. Why don’t you want this?”

My eyes welled up. “Because... I belong to someone else.”

His expression softened. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered, ashamed.

“Will he come back?”

I looked away. “It’s been twelve years.”

“What?” he almost shouted. “You’re still waiting after all this time?”

I nodded slowly, tears slipping out.

He exhaled and watched me for a long moment. Then he asked gently, “What’s his name?”

“Haadi,” I said almost soundlessly.

Before we could continue, Mama’s voice called us back inside.

As we turned, Zuhaib said, “Wait.”

I looked at him.

He offered a small smile. “Will you be my friend? Maybe I can help you find your Haadi.”

A smile broke through my tears. I shook his hand.

Later, in the quiet of my room, I sat on the bed and finally allowed myself to cry.

Haadi… I kept you alive in every breath, every quiet ache.

I never stopped loving you.

I took off my bracelet gently—the one with “AH” engraved on it, your last gift on my seventeenth birthday. I held it to my lips.

Come back, Haadi.

This waiting… it's killing me.

---

Haadi’s POV

“Hey bro, how are you?” I asked as Zuhaib appeared on my laptop screen.

“I’m good. You?”

“Fine,” I lied.

Zuhaib was one of the few people who had stood by me in the darkest time of my life.

“So when are you coming back to Pakistan?” he asked casually.

I looked away, forcing back the sting in my eyes. I couldn’t let him see my turmoil.

“Life’s okay,” I said, changing the subject.

He chuckled. “Guess what? Today I went to meet a girl. Marriage setup. But…”

I leaned in, curious. “What happened?”

“She rejected me. She’s in love with someone else.”

I smiled faintly. “Tough luck.”

“You know, she’s got this presence… this pull. Like someone carved her out of memory.”

My breath hitched.

Ayesha.

That same presence. That same light I once fell in love with under the shade of gulmohar trees.

I barely heard the rest of what Zuhaib said.

“She said she’s been waiting for this guy for twelve years. Can you believe that?” he laughed softly. “Whoever he is… lucky bastard.”

I forced a nod.

After our call ended, I shut the laptop and lay down on the couch. Her face swam before my eyes.

Ayesh… do you hear me?

Every day I spend without you crushes me.

I’m sorry for everything.

But I promise—when the time is right, I’ll return…

In the weather of love.

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Ayesha’s POV

“Why are you doing this, Ayesha?” Mama yelled.

I stayed quiet, my head lowered.

“This is the third proposal you’ve rejected this month! What do you want?”

Tears stung the corners of my eyes. I looked at my Taayi Ammi. Her eyes softened, but she said nothing.

“I’m asking you something, Ayesha. What’s going on?”

“I don’t want to marry,” I whispered.

“Why not? Give me a reason!” Mama demanded.

I looked up slowly. “Because I’m waiting for someone.”

Her voice faltered. “Who?”

I turned away. My hands trembled.

“Who is he, Ayesha?”

“Haadi,” I said finally, my voice breaking.

Mama stepped back in shock.

“I can’t be anyone else’s, Mama. I’m his. Only his.”

Tears ran freely now. I collapsed into her arms, trembling.

Taayi Ammi brought water and sat beside her.

“Beta,” Mama said softly, brushing my hair, “It’s been eight years…”

“But he’s still here,” I whispered, pointing to my heart. “He’s with me, Mama. In every breath, every silence. I’m his. All of me.”

Mama’s eyes glistened, and Taayi Ammi—Haadi’s mother—nodded tearfully.

“He will return,” she said with certainty.

I smiled faintly.

Yes.

He will return.

When the sky turns pink again…

In the weather of love.

Ayesha’s POV

My life had narrowed down to just one thing—waiting for Haadi.

It had been a month since I rejected Zohaib’s proposal. But he wasn’t stepping back. He said he wanted to be my friend… and in a moment of emotional weakness, I accepted his offer. Maybe I was tired of being alone.

Now, every day, I received nearly ten calls and countless messages from Zohaib. His texts brought a fleeting smile to my lips—gentle distractions from the storm inside me.

I returned home after another exhausting day surrounded by patients and doctors. After a quick chat with Mama and Taayi Ammi—who had been worried for me ever since I confessed my love for Haadi—I assured them I was fine. But I wasn’t.

His memories stalked me like a shadow, whispering his name into every corner of my life. I couldn’t stop reliving the moments I’d shared with him.

After changing into my night suit, I crawled into bed. My phone rang.

“Hello, Doc. How was your day?” Zohaib’s voice greeted me.

“Assalam-o-Alaikum, Zohaib,” I replied, hearing his soft chuckle.

“Walaikum-assalam, Doctor Ayesha. How are you?”

I smiled faintly. “I’m fine. And you?”

“Good. So, what were you doing?”

I reached into my drawer and pulled out Haadi’s photo.

“Just…" trying to sleep,” I murmured, eyes locked onto Haadi’s face.

“With his picture in your hand?” Zohaib said, surprising me.

“How do you know that?” I asked, stunned.

“I’m your friend. And friends just know.” His voice was warm.

“Ayesha, sleep now. Don’t torture yourself. Give yourself some peace,” he said gently.

I sighed. “I’ll try,” though I knew peace wouldn’t come.

“Good night,” he said.

“Good night.”

I ended the call and stared at Haadi’s photo. A tear rolled down, falling right onto his printed smile.

"I miss you. With every passing second, Haadi, I’m waiting. Please... come back."

I whispered to his picture like he could hear me. Like he was just on the other side of the silence.

All these years, I did only one thing—wait.

Flashback

“Gosh, Mama made such a long list. She’s arranged so much!” I said happily.

I turned toward Haadi—and froze.

His red, tear-filled eyes struck me like lightning.

At that moment, I lost everything. He stole my heart in a single glance. I knew he loved me, but I never imagined that love would draw me toward him with such force.

A tear slipped down his cheek.

The bag in my hands dropped to the floor.

I whispered his name, “Haadi…”

He turned away immediately and ran to his side of the house.

I stood there, paralyzed. The excitement of the day faded like smoke. All I could feel now… was him.

His eyes wouldn’t leave me alone.

“Ayesha, what happened? Go get ready,” Mama said, entering the kitchen.

But I couldn’t move.

“Ayesha?” she shook my shoulder.

Without a word, I walked to my room, closed the door behind me, and sank to the floor.

What just happened…?

His eyes had taken something from me. I couldn’t breathe properly. He had stolen my heart without ever speaking a word.

I lay on my bed, haunted by his gaze, his smile, our childhood memories. My world was filled with him.

“Ayesha!” Mama’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“You’re not ready yet? The boy’s family is on their way!”

Pain stabbed my heart.

Haadi…

“Mama, I... I don’t want to get married,” I said softly.

“What are you saying? They’ll be here any moment!”

“I don’t want to marry him. Please stop them,” I said, this time louder.

She stared at me, shocked. Before she could respond, Papa entered.

“What’s going on?”

“Papa, I don’t want to meet this guy. Please.”

He looked at me, then nodded. “As you wish, princess.”

I hugged him tightly. He always supported me.

Mama was upset, but I didn’t care. I took the photo of the proposal guy from under my pillow, tore it into pieces without even looking at it, and whispered:

“Sorry, mister. Ayesha belongs to Haadi. Only him.”

That whole day, I waited for Haadi to show up. But he didn’t. His usual spot on the stairs was empty. Restlessness grew in my chest.

That night, I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I grabbed my diary and began writing his name over and over again until every page echoed him—just like my heart.

Morning…

I barely touched breakfast, just to show my parents. The moment I got the chance, I ran upstairs to Haadi’s portion.

The house felt eerily empty.

“Taayi Ammi?” I called, but no one responded.

Then I reached Haadi’s room and opened the door slowly.

Taayi Ammi was sitting on the bed, crying.

My heart clenched.

On the bed, Haadi lay still, eyes closed.

“Taayi Ammi, what happened?” I asked, rushing forward.

“He’s burning with fever since last night,” she said through tears.

I touched his forehead—he was on fire.

“We need a doctor now!” I said urgently.

She just cried harder.

I ran back home, called Papa. Tears choked my voice as I told him everything. I returned to the room. Taayi Ammi was placing a wet cloth on his forehead. I sat beside her, silently crying.

Papa arrived with the doctor. We all watched, breath held, as the doctor examined him.

“He’s under emotional stress. Depression. That’s what caused this fever,” the doctor said.

I looked down, my heart aching.

I knew the reason.

After the doctor left, the hours dragged on. Evening fell. Haadi still didn’t wake. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I went to my room, broke down completely.

This was my fault. My silence… my delay. He didn’t know how much I loved him. But he will now.

I wiped my tears and walked back to his room. Mama and Papa had taken Taayi Ammi out for a break.

I entered alone.

He looked so pale… so fragile.

I sat beside him and cupped his burning face. My tears slid down and touched his cheeks. I dipped a cloth in cold water and placed it on his forehead. Then I leaned close and whispered into his ear.

“Haadi…”

“Wake up. I’m here. I won’t leave you.”

“I know you can hear me. Please, wake up. For me… for your Ayesha.”

I kissed his forehead softly and brushed my fingers over his lashes.

“Open your eyes, Haadi. I want to see them again.”

I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat—faint but steady. I clenched his shirt in my fist.

“Wake up, Haadi. Please…”

Time stood still.

Then suddenly—I heard it.

“Haadi…” I whispered.

“Hmmm…” came a faint response.

I shot up, eyes wide.

He stirred.

“Haadi!” I called gently.

“Ay… Ayesha…” he whispered my name.

Tears rushed back to my eyes, but this time, they were tears of relief.

“Your Ayesha is here. Open your eyes,” I begged softly.

He didn’t open them fully… but he spoke again.

“Wa…water…”

I took the glass of water and gently brought it to his lips. He was breathing heavily.

“Ayesh… Ayesh,” he whispered again, eyes still closed. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

He called me Ayesh.

My heart swelled. I was happy… smiling… crying.

I cupped his face and wiped his tears.

“Haadi, I’m here. Open your eyes,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. I held my breath, waiting… until his eyes finally met mine. A wide smile broke across my face.

“You’re awake!” I said, but he just kept staring at me as if trying to be sure I was real.

He raised his hand slowly and touched my face. I smiled. He was trying to confirm—was I real or just a dream?

I held his hand against my cheek and looked deep into his eyes.

“I’m not a dream,” I whispered.

He was about to say something when the door creaked open.

End of Flashback

“Ayesha, you haven’t slept yet?”

I was lost in the memory of Haadi when Taayi G entered the room. I quickly hid Haadi’s photo under my pillow and turned to face her. She walked toward me and sat beside me.

“You don’t have to hide it from me,” she said gently, retrieving the photo I had just hidden.

I lowered my gaze. She sat on the bed, and I rested my head in her lap.

“When will he come, Taayi G?” I whispered, a tear slipping down my cheek.

“He’ll come soon. He has to. For you. Only for you,” she said, and I hugged her tightly.

I cried and cried while she gently caressed my hair. My heart felt like it would stop if he didn’t come back.

“I’m tired now. This wait is killing me,” I sobbed.

“Shhh… don’t cry. He’ll come to you. Your wait is almost over,” she soothed, helping me lie down before lying beside me.

“When he comes… what will you do?” she asked.

I turned to face her. “I’ll slap him hard for leaving me like this. I’ll fight with him for every tear I shed. I won’t talk to him for making me wait all these years.”

Taayi G smiled.

“Can I tell you what you’ll really do?” she asked. I nodded.

“You’ll just keep looking at him,” she said softly.

“Until?” I asked, curious.

“Until he hugs you… and then you’ll cry your heart out. Maybe after that, you’ll fight him,” she said gently.

I looked away, a shy smile forming. A blush crept up my cheeks.

“My daughter-in-law is blushing!” she teased, hugging me. I looked at her, surprised.

“What? Don’t you want to be my daughter-in-law?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

I smiled.

She kissed my forehead and tucked me in. “Have sweet dreams, my child. Don’t overthink. Just rest.”

I nodded, and after she left, I hugged Haadi’s photo tightly and closed my eyes.

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Haadi’s POV

Your Ayesha is waiting, Haadi. Wake up. I’m yours—only yours.

“Ayesh…” I whispered as I jolted awake.

Her voice, her words, echoed in my ears. My forehead was drenched in sweat. My heart raced, my breaths shallow. It felt like something was stuck in my chest.

Your Ayesha is waiting!

Her words wouldn’t stop ringing in my ears. I drank some water, trying to calm down, but her memories haunted me. I was dying without her. I knew it.

But before I returned to her, I had a promise to fulfil.

I started getting ready for the office when my phone rang.

“Yes, I’ll be there soon,” I answered and ended the call.

Downstairs, the servants served breakfast. I ate silently. I missed my mother. Her food. Her touch. Her presence. It had been nine years since I last saw her.

After breakfast, I got into my car. My guard opened the door, and I settled in. As the driver began moving, I started working on my laptop. My phone rang again.

“Sir, where are you? The Australian delegation is already here,” my secretary said.

“I’m on my way,” I replied and ended the call.

“Drive faster,” I instructed, and the driver accelerated.

As I was going through my emails, one from Zohaib caught my eye. I smiled and opened it.

> Bro, where are you? It’s been 15 days, and you haven’t replied. I know you’re the big-shot hotel tycoon now, but don’t forget your friends. Remember the girl I told you about? I need to talk to you. Call me, please. I’ll be waiting. Take care.

I smiled. The last two weeks had been hectic—I’d been in Australia finalizing legalities for my hotel there. I had finally achieved the dream I promised her: to become a successful businessman. I now own over 50 hotels and restaurants worldwide. And yet… something still felt incomplete. There was one last thing to do before I could return to her.

At the office, I completed a long meeting with the delegation. Afterwards, I sank into my chair, exhausted. I closed my eyes, and her face appeared.

I opened my eyes and looked at the photo frame on my table. I picked it up and stared at it. She was smiling at me—eyes sparkling with joy. That picture held one of the best memories of our time together.

Ayesha, our wait is nearly over. I’m coming to you.

I smiled.

A knock on the door broke my thoughts.

“Hey, how are you?” Ali, my best friend, stepped in.

I stood up, smiling, and we hugged before sitting down.

“Alhamdulillah. Where have you been?” I asked.

Ali’s eyes flickered to the photo in my hands.

“Still missing her?” he asked.

“In every moment of my life,” I replied softly.

“Then why haven’t you gone to her yet? I’ve seen you madly in love with her since childhood. It’s been nine years, Haadi. Why are you still punishing both yourself and her?”

His words hit deep. I looked away, hiding the tears welling in my eyes.

“Don’t hide your tears from me,” he said gently.

I smiled and looked at him. “I’m not hiding… and I’m not crying.”

“Yeah, right,” he smirked.

“Let’s go back, Haadi. It’s time,” Ali urged.

“I want to… but…” I hesitated.

“You still haven’t found your ‘Desire Island,’ right?” he guessed.

I nodded. “But now I have. I found it.”

His eyes widened. “You did?!”

“Yes. And now… it’s time to go back.”

He grinned. “Then let’s go!”

“Calm down. We still have a few things to wrap up. Besides, why are you so eager?”

He smirked. “Maybe… because I want to meet someone too.”

“Missing her, huh?” I teased.

“No way! She was a walking headache,” he scoffed.

I laughed. “Admit it. You’re missing her.”

He made a face, and we both burst out laughing.

Later, we got back to work. Ali and I were childhood friends and neighbors from the same city. He had stood by me through every hardship, and he was now my business partner. He lived here in London with his mother.

“Bro, let’s go home now. It’s late,” Ali said as he walked into my office.

I checked the time—10 PM. We packed up and left.

I was eager to get home. Zohaib must’ve been waiting on Skype. The moment I reached my room, I logged in and left Skype open as I freshened up. After changing into comfy clothes, I returned to find his call coming in.

I smiled, grabbed my laptop, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

“Assalam-o-Alaikum,” I said, putting in my earphones.

“Wa Alaikum Assalam! I’m mad at you. Where have you been? Not a single reply to my messages!”

“And here we go,” I laughed. “You sound like a girlfriend right now.”

“I swear I’ll punch you!” he threatened. I laughed harder.

“Okay, okay. Calm down. What did you want to tell me?”

“The girl I told you about—the one who rejected me for someone else? We’re friends now. And man, she’s so beautiful. If that guy doesn’t come back, I swear I’ll marry her.”

He seemed lost in her thoughts.

“Dude, she loves someone else,” I reminded him.

“I know. But if he doesn’t return…?” he shrugged.

“Do you like her?”

“Obviously! Her eyes… big, black, beautiful eyes. And her smile? It’s magic.”

My mind drifted again… to Ayesha. Her eyes, her dimpled smile—they had always been enough to drive me insane with love.

“Haadi bro, where did you go?” Zohaib asked.

“Nowhere. I’m here. So… what next?”

“I just want more time with her. But she keeps herself so busy. She barely texts back…”

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