Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (short books to read txt) π
But, I don't.
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What she desired and what she gained were contrary to each other. Hoorain Ahmed, being the youngest and most loved child, was never known to have pain; people around her eradicated it before it could graze her delicate skin. When someone who was brought up with extreme affectionΒ faced the affliction of love with the person who doesn't love her back, things went quite troubling.
Zain Bukhari, was her teacher and brother's best friend, short tempered and the eldest son, carrying the pride of his parents but things went troubling when his student and best friend's sister is in love with him.
Under all circumstances, Zain never felt obliged to return her love- even when their destiny collided- because he never did
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- Author: Failia Baighaan
- Serie: Β«Ahmed Family TalesΒ»
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The dinner went swiftly as none said a word and soon the maid came to clean the table. In kitchen the women were sitting in the small dining table sipping tea. Sana kept on rambling about the dresses as Yasmeen and Rabia laughed at her enthusiasm.
"Auntie can you bring Anisah tomorrow, I haven't met her for so long." Sana told their middle aged maid, Shazia, who've been working for them since last five years and had a niece, who's been a good friend of Sana as they are of same age.
"Sure!" Shazia replied cheekily as the women kept on talking about the dresses and jewelry.
The very next day Michael was back in front of the same mosque where he has seen that beauty a week ago. The man was unable to takeout her pious portrait out of his mind. He wanted to see her again, just once to calm his mind that the girl was real and not a mirage.
He stayed outside the mosque in his car staring at the railing, but she never came and the Prayer came to an end as people left the mosque in a crowd and soon the crowd so faded into their lives.
Sighing the man cursed at his own self for coming here like a lame idiot just to tell his conscience that she wasn't a mirage. How ridiculous wastage of time that was. It didn't matter to him that she's real or not, but one glance was all he asked for.
Shaking his head the man roared the engine to life and made a U turn as he was passing by the gates of the mosque. One last time he looked at the gate.
There she was, covered in a black loose maxi with a nude hijab covering her hairs and modesty as not once the girl looked up at anyone, her eyes casting down. She moved with steady slow rhythm as she's a flower and one wrong step will break her.
The man slowed the car to a turtle's pace earning loud horns from behind but he didn't give a flying shit about it.
His green hawk like eyes stared at her intensely as he couldn't make much of her features. The girl moved with such softness that the wind twirled around her maxi as she softly caressed the wall beside her as she walked, softly caressing the flowers as a soft smile tugged her features. She softly caressed everything that came in her touch as if she was sensing through them, talking to them. Her steps slow and tender.
When all of a sudden a man bumped into her. Making the girl fall as her hands landed on the floor saving her face.
A rage stormed in his hawk like eyes as he wanted to strangle the man that bumped into her, but before he could do anything. The girl got his attention as she searched for something on the floor. Her hands touched a white like thing. She slowly stand while opening that stick like thing and that was nothing other than white cane. His eyes widened in shock.
She's blind!
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