The room was almost dark— not completely, because a faint light slipped in from one corner. It was the soft glow of a table lamp resting on the study table. There, a man sat on the chair with his head bowed on the desk. Even in sleep, there were creases on his forehead, as if he was trapped in deep thoughts or some unspoken tension. The condition of the room itself revealed his distress. Books were scattered all over the study table, papers lay tossed in every direction, and the room looked utterly disordered. Even the bedsheet on the bed wasn’t properly spread. That man, exhausted, was taking a restless nap— his hair messy, falling over his eyes, adding even more to his troubled state. And yet, even in this disheveled condition, he looked inexplicably handsome.

Just then, his phone began to ring.”

He lifted his head with unhurried ease, as though the ringing phone had interrupted a sleep he was never truly resting in. Maybe he had sensed this call even before it came.”

He received the call and switched it to speaker, rubbing both hands over his face in an attempt to pull himself fully awake.

He said in hoarse voice

He stopped mid sentence.

Burhaan is in the fourth year of MBBS, and he wants to do his post-graduation abroad. He also wishes to pursue clinical research, which means he needs admission into top universities , the one that require a very high GPA. That’s why he doesn’t want even the slightest gap in his hard work.

He still couldn’t understand why Burhaan was working so hard, even though he lacked nothing in life.

Saif didn’t push him any further. Instead, he continued talking about his day , about the exam, about the usual things. He knew his friend was the reserved kind, who never shared anything openly.

And then he ended the call.

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So… if anyone is curious about Burhan’s age, he is twenty in this chapter. Thank you for reading . 🫶 I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the story. Please share your feedback in the comments. I hope I’ll find new friends in the form of my readers 😜 Well… what should I call you all?🤔

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Ayesha Ali (fl) :POV

In a small room, where there was a single bed, a tiny table beside it, and a study desk in front of it piled with books… Next to the wardrobe stood a bookshelf holding a few more books. On the bed lay a girl, asleep, as if she had forgotten all the worries of the world. Looking at her sleeping face, no one could imagine how much the world had exhausted and wounded her. As peaceful as she looked, that kind of peace had never existed in her life. She still wasn’t at peace. She had never known what it felt like to sleep with a calm heart. This was merely the rest that comes after exhaustion… something that can never be called peace. She didn’t dream, and she didn’t want to dream either because whenever dreams came, they brought a storm of dark, painful emotions with them. She had fallen asleep after the morning prayer, because she hadn’t slept properly during the night… When suddenly, she heard a sharp and piercing voice.

Subuhi, Ayesha’s aunt, used to wake her up every day with the same taunts. Ayesha lived in her grandfather’s house with her Nana, Nani, her aunt, and her aunt’s daughter, Zoya Khurshid. Zoya was the same age as Ayesha. Ayesha had no parents, which is why she stayed with her mother side relatives.

Ayesha said, trying to hide her frustration and speaking as calmly as she possibly could.

Subuhi kept muttering all these things to herself, not caring that Ayesha might be hearing every single word. She knew Ayesha could hear her. In fact, she was saying all of this for her, because at that moment, only Ayesha could hear her voice.

This was Subuhi’s routine — she found something cruel to say every single day. After saying all this, she went to wake Zoya up. Ayesha had grown used to it. She couldn’t do anything about it, and she didn’t want to argue and make things worse. She knew that the day she spoke even a single word in reply, her aunt would create chaos and turn the whole house upside down. She had become so used to this bitterness that it barely affected her anymore. Hearing such things about her mother didn’t hurt her anymore either.

She HATED that women ... her mother.

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In zoya room.

Subuhi got angry seeing Zoya sleeping so peacefully especially knowing that she had an exam today, and judging by the condition of her room, it didn’t seem like she had studied at all last night. [Ayesha always scored good marks, while Zoya could barely pass. In the early days, when Ayesha had first come into that house, Ayesha and Zoya used to live like friends. But once Ayesha started going to school and her marks began to improve, Subuhi and Bilal Khurshid (Ayesha’s aunt and uncle) began scolding Zoya, constantly comparing them by saying things like: “Ayesha doesn’t even have parents, she doesn’t get the facilities you get… and still her marks are always good.” They would taunt her repeatedly, and it slowly became a routine. Since then, Zoya had grown jealous of Ayesha and had started to hate her. She didn’t miss a single chance to make Ayesha’s life difficult.

She said all this while folding the clothes scattered around the room.

She said this while walking out .

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After 1 year **

...... Ayesha sat in her room— the only place where she could be alone with herself, the only corner of the world that gave her a little peace. Today, her graduation exam had finally ended. The exam had gone well. Books had become her entire life. She was good at studying; her marks were always high. How could they not be? She had nothing to distract her… nothing in her life that she could feel drawn to or fond of. She didn’t know how to feel about her life. It felt… meaningless.

Ayesha 💭POV

She looked up at the sky as she spoke, her eyes filled with tears. She didn’t know where her father was now, but talking to the sky always made her feel closer to him.

Now tears were falling from her eyes.

Just then, someone knocked loudly on the door. Ayesha quickly wiped her tears and went to open it. Zoya was standing there…

Zoya was a fashionable girl the complete opposite of Ayesha. But there had always been some misunderstandings between them. Zoya felt that Ayesha looked down on her and pretended to be innocent in front of everyone. Because Zoya’s academic marks were never good… Mami would scold her all the time. And as punishment, Ayesha too had to do all the household work alone. But Zoya believed she was being scolded because of Ayesha. Zoya always thought that if Ayesha had never come here, her life would have been easier. Everyone would have loved only her. Ayesha didn’t particularly like Zoya either. She always tried her best to avoid her. In all these years, countless incidents had happened where Ayesha ended up being scolded because of Zoya’s actions or something of hers got spoiled because of her. Over the years, she had come to accept that their relationship could never be like that of real sisters…

Looking at Zoya’s appearance today, it was clear she was getting ready to go to another party.

Zoya snapped, her tone stiff with arrogance and attitude— sharp, rude, and dripping with contempt. It seemed as if the very sight of Ayesha filled her with disgust.

....... Aaplog ko shoked hone ki zarurat nhi Ye ese baat krti hai 😒

Just then, her phone rang, and without another word, she turned around and left.”

Ayesha began walking toward Khurshid Sahib’s room. It was unusual.. she usually went to meet him before going to sleep, never at this hour. There must have been something important. Otherwise, he would never call her like this… and certainly not through Zoya.

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