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❝Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning how to dance in the rain.❞

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"Will you be my fake boyfriend or not?" He choked out upon hearing her demand.

"Nimra, hum dono ka behen bhaiyon wala rishta hai. Kesi baatein kar rahi ho? Aur Hameed uncle ko agar zarra si bhinak bhi par gai na, unho ne qatal kar dena hai humara." Almeer tried rejecting her stupid plan offer as Nimra huffed.

"Unko choro tum. Aur han na, behen bhaiyon wala rishta hai isi liye tou tumhare paas ai hun, warna kisi anjaan larke ke paas jaun gi tou avein hi extra siyappa!" She clarified thinking hard. Well, this was the only way left to make Affan leave. She'll tell him she has fallen in love with someone else and wants to marry him. Of course, he won't be able to force her into anything then. He said they married because they 'loved' each other, right.

Yesterday night Affan had told her that he would leave from this place if him being around her was causing her any trouble. But, her hurtful demand wasn't considerable for anyone of them. They both needed time. And he was ready to wait, so she doesn't need to worry about him wasting his life when it was his own choice to do so.

"But I-" Almeer couldn't argue any further as Affan entered the guest house, ruffling his slightly wet hair as it was raining outside. Nimra quickly grabbed onto his arm and dragged him towards Affan.

"Meet him. Almeer!" She introduced him to Affan who rasied his brows looking at them and gave him a skeptical look. Why was she-

"He's my boyfriend. I fell in love with him when I met him, and we want to marry each other now." Almeer internally face-palmed himself at her fast forwarded speech. Wow Nimra!

Affan stood there with a bored expression. Of course he knew she was making it up. She didn't have a boyfriend nor was she that type of girl. And he had seen Almeer before, he was one of the guests here. But did she hate him that much to have to go to this extent of lying to get rid of him?

"Oh."

"Oh? Oh?" Nimra grumbled out copying his tone. "That's it?"

Nodding his head in a calm manner, he walked away towards his room. Nimra cursed under her breath. Bohat deeth banda hai, sahi mai.

"Is my job done?" Almeer chirped out as Nimra groaned covering her ear. "Yeah, you can get lost now!"

"Haw, bhalai ka tou koi zamana hi nahi raha. Aik tou madad karo uper se get lost sunne ko milta hai thanks ke bajae."

"Useless madad! Kia faida hua? Bass statue hi banna tha tumne. Ab Hameed uncle na bano, pehle hi mera mood kharab ho gaya hai sarra!" She stomped inside as well leaving a perplexed Almeer behind.

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"He left?" She questioned her mom again. They had gathered for dinner and there was no sign of Affan as everyone seemed to be very down. Her siblings, especially Nadir whined that he missed Affan bhai. That was when she got to know and asked to confirm her doubts. Her mother informed her in affirmative.

She peeked in through the door, her favourite room was set just like before but empty now. He was finally gone. She hopped to her room, and plopped herself on the bed on her tummy. She was happy. No more torture of the past forgotten memories since he wasn't there anymore. She had a good night's sleep but a very bad dream. Why would he appear in her dreams after going away from there? She bitterly thought. People who miss you usually appear in your dreams. Is he missing me that much?

The next day went by as she continued with her normal routine. Something, more like someone did feel missing but it was probably because it was the first day. She'd get back to her normal self soon.

At night she again peeped in through the door of her favourite room. Empty and clean just like before. Changing into her night suit, she lied on her bed. He was really gone. She dug her head inside the pillow. She was feeling bad now. But why? She wanted him to be gone. Why was he not leaving her head now! She was getting annoyed at herself now. She woke up to another dream that night. They didn't look like dreams but more like a part of her missing memory. Why would she ever be lovey dovey with him even in her dreams? Unless.....

The next day passed really slowly for her with the torturing thoughts never leaving her head. She got dizzy thrice as well almost falling off the stairs too. Everything was messed up.

That night she stopped herself from peeking inside the room and straight away went into hers. As always, lying in the bed, her first thought was him. He really left. She rolled on her bed exhausted. She felt really sad now. She missed him. What the fuck did that guy do to me? I've gone mad.

She pulled onto her hair, hitting her legs on the bed, annoyed. Why couldn't she remember anything? Were those dreams real? Was she wrong to have let him go? Getting up with dozens of questions in her throbbing head, she made her way towards that room he stayed in.

She went inside, and jumped on the king-sized bed with wide open arms. Her face hit a rather hard thing under the soft pillow. "Ow..." She pulled the diary out rubbing her cheek. It was 'his' diary? Opening the first page, her breath hitched. 'Nimra Affan Chauhan.' It was her writing.

20/09/19: Our wedding anniversary.

Finally! I fucking can't believe it's happening. I fucking can't believe I'm writing this too but since I saw Affu writing down important dates too so why not me? ;) I love this man so fucking much and I don't think I'd have found a better guy than him anywhere in this whole universe. He's just literally so perfect! One in a million, no wait one in a trillion or even one in a zillion. I fucking love that I mean so much to him too and if someone tries to take my place I'll kill them. (-_-)

She cringed reading her handwritten note. I was definitely possessed! She turned page after page, which showed her the past forgotten memories in written form. Her head felt as if someone was hitting it with rocks with full force. Some details had her ponder over them, reminding her of a few glimpses as she put pressure on her head.

On the last page, she found a letter written by...him.

Dear Nimra,

To be honest, I don't even know where to start from or how to put everything that I want to say to you in to words. I just read this diary all over again and it made me cry and I felt so many emotions which are just indescribable. While reading this, all the memories of us came rushing back. The memories you've become unknown towards. I became so dependant on you that now I don't even know what I'm gonna do without you. Even the thought of coming home and not seeing you everyday hurts so much. Whenever I would come home your hug was the first thing which greeted me and the wide smile on your lips always took away all my tiredness of the day. Whenever I was with you, even if my mood would be off or down, you would have me excited with your bubbly nature no matter what. Now, it's just so lonely without you. Everything seems boring and without any life. I miss cuddling with you at night. I can't sleep without you my plushie, the accident has just traumatized me so badly that nightmares have become a part of my sleep and I can't sleep without a 'Nim' now lol. I know what you must be going through too. It isn't easy to have a normal life after such a huge trauma. I wish I could be with you to help you tackle with this together, but we will have to do that on our own now. No matter what I know, my love, you're very strong and will fight through this. I will be there for you no matter what. You're always in my prayers. It doesn't matter that we won't be able to see each other everyday, because nothing can break the bond that we share, if anything it will get more stronger. I will love you forever and always.

Love, your Affu. <3

Her blurry vision didn't let her focus on anything anymore. Her head spun in all directions as she stumbled out of the bed clenching the diary close to herself. She took unsteady steps towards the door, but fell down on the floor with a loud thud, losing her consciousness completely.

Her eyelids slowly opened, taking time adjusting to the lights of the room. Her hand was attached to an IV again and her head felt like bursting any time. Once she was fully in her senses, she started sitting upright.

"Oh nimra, meri bachi. You're awake?" Her mother helped her sit up holding her carefully.

"M-Mumma." She had tears brimming in the corner of her eyes as she looked at her mother with longing eyes. "Affan." She broke down into sorrowful sobs as her mother patted her back asking Nazia to pass water to her. Nazia made her drink the glass of water as she sniffled.

"Affan. Call him. I want to meet him. I...I-" She rubbed her eyes to clear out her vision. She had, indeed, remembered. If not everything altogether, but most of the memories. Everything in the diary. Their marriage. Their honeymoon trip. Their first meeting. Their accident. She remembered it all.

"Mumma mujhe yaad aa gaya hai. Wo, Affan...Mai..hum." She held onto her mother's arms as Nazia and Zaqiya threw a grateful glance towards each other. "Mujhe Affan se abhi milna hai." She begged.

"But...he left." Nazia spoke slowly.

"Where did he go?" Nimra turned towards her with an expectant look. She had to meet him. She had to tell him. She needed to stop him.

"He was leaving today. He had a flight back to Pakistan." She informed feeling sad for them. Would he not be able to witness the reason he had come all the way here for? "Nadir went to the airport to see him off."

"No, he can't leave like this. Naz, take me to him. Please." It was the first time Nimra looked so vulnerable to her sister as she requested to her with crying face.

//♥︎♥︎♥︎//

The flight passengers were called upon five minutes ago, yet he was seated there like a statue. What was he waiting for? More like, who was he waiting for there? As if, she'll really come. As if, she'll come stop him now.

He regretted coming here. He was better off living knowing she had forgotten him, now he would have to live with the pain of rejection. She had rejected his love. She wanted their precious bond to end. The emptiness in her eyes, the hatred in her words. They were a big pang to his heart splitting it into halves.

Heaving a heavy sigh, he got up picking up his bag. With shattered hopes and broken heart, he walked back towards his destination all alone.

"Affu!" He stopped hearing the familiar voice. This was the nickname she had given him, to make fun of him whenever he would call her Nim. The bag dropped from his hand as he slowly turned around, thinking of it to just be his illusion. But, she was there.

Nimra rushed towards him, then took short steps, gradually approaching his frozen figure. Her eyes were red, face swollen and tear-stricken. She didn't waste any second as she wrapped her arms around his torso, placing her head on his chest. He didn't know how to react, unaware of the reason behind the sudden change in her.

"Don't leave. Don't leave me." She sniffled, her tears wetting his shirt as she tightened her hold on him. As if he would vanish if she lets go. Affan felt his stomach churn, his heart beating faster as he hugged her shaking form back. Patting her head in a soft manner, he tried soothing her.

"I remembered it all. Everything. You. Us. Our marriage. Our l-love." With every hiccup, she sniffed and told him like a child, still not letting go of him. His heart somersaulted in utter happiness. Was it for real? The day he had been waiting for finally arrived on the day his hopes shattered. How right it is. Have faith, the day your hopes begin shattering is when amazing things happen.

"I missed you. So much." He pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head over and over again, as happy tears begin oozing out of his eyes too. Alhumdulillah.

"I missed you too." She sobbed out. He had made a place in her heart twice, even when she didn't remember him, she missed him when he left two days ago. She had fallen for him all over again. He pulled away, caressing her face to look into her eyes while wiping her tears away. His favourite pair of greyish blue eyes. They weren't blank anymore, they were screaming the emotions she felt right now. Love being the strongest one.

"I'm sorry. I know I can't return the two years of our life back, I can't give or get back what we lost during these years. Our love, our bond, I didn't know...how could I even forget something as beautiful and precious. I even said such hateful words to you and....I.." She began rambling as her heart constricted in pain looking at him. What must he have gone through in these years? What must he have felt when she was so rude towards him, treating him like a stranger? "I'm so sorry, I'm s-s..." He shushed her by placing her head back on his chest.

"To me we are as we used to be. There isn't anything as precious as our love."

Once again, Affan Chauhan had Nimra at a loss of words. What had she ever done to fucking deserve someone like him?

"You were my world. But silly me. I didn't realize that I was the universe for you and kept pushing you out." She brought her hand up, her knuckles touching his face as she used her thumb to wipe off his tears. He was right when he said that he would never let go of her.

"And the world exists because of the universe. It's nothing without it." He breathed out, confirming how both of them were each other's.

//♥︎♥︎♥︎//

It was a Sunday night as the city of Islamabad was lightened up with lamps and the roads were jammed with cars as people had gone for outing. They both were peacefully enjoying their cozy movie night with popcorns in their house.

Nimra had placed her head on his shoulder, lazily munching on popcorns as Affan's full attention was on his favourite movie which they were watching for the fifth time. Nimra had been weirdly quiet which didn't go unnoticed by him. She was making circles with her finger on his chest not paying attention to the movie.

"Affan. Thank you." She suddenly spoke, her finger moving and writing a thank you on his chest too. His confusion grew at her words until she spoke again. "Thank you for waiting for me until the end. Thank you for taking all my shit and for never giving up on me. On us." So she had been thinking about it again.

"Jee, zahir hai. Warna aapne tou koi kasar nahi chori thi mujhse apna peecha churaane ki." He joked flicking her nose tip. Nimra lifted her head up.

"Acha, sorry na. Are you gonna keep reminding me of my fucking-"

"Sh, okay okay." He quickly pulled her by her shoulder, placing her head on his chest. This girl goes from down mode to rage mode real quick.

"Wese......tum mujhe sach mai chor ke jaane wale the?" She asked out of nowhere after a few seconds, feeling his heartbeat.

"Nahi, wo tou na-mumkin hai mere liye. I was just testing you and our love. I knew, if my love would be pure and strong enough, it'll bring you back to me sooner or later." He boasted playing with her thick soft hair.

"Aur agar mai na aati?" She curiously questioned sliding her head upwards, to have a better look at his face. He thoughtfully patted his hand on her hair.

"Tou mere paas tumhe kidnap karne ke ilawa aur koi option na rehta. Aur jitni nazuk dil aap hain, apko ya tou shock se sab yaad aa jata, ya tou stockholm syndrome ho jata. Phir I would've gotten my Nim." He burst out laughing as Nimra hit his chest playfully.

"Sach mai gadhe hi rehna tum." She again got comfortable on his chest, bubbling up now. He never fails to brighten up her mood.

"Aapke liye kuch bhi banne ko tayar hun, my love." He pecked her head, grinning as she giggled.

"I love how you always manage to make me laugh and all this....I mean. This is my fucking happy place." Her arm rounded his torso, hugging him.

"You're my happy place." He gushed ruffling her hair.

"I love you so fucking much, idiot." She lifted up her head to give a kiss on his cheek, then went back to being cozy in her position again.

"I love you much more, meri jaan." Lovingly stroking her hair, he put the LED off as she fell asleep in her position. Picking up her sleeping form, he placed her on the bed slowly and softly. Indeed, what is meant for you, will find it's way to you.

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/Author's Note\

CAN I GET A TISSUE BOX PLS?

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Guys?

Affan won my heart🤚♥️

But Nimra has his heart!😭

These both are my new fav now🥺💞

Although their story was shorter, but it was a really sjsjsjsj one, no?

(Also I'm sowwy if it wasn't upto the mark or expectations, cuz this chap seemed rushed to me as well but then I was like let's j go with the flow as always lol😩🤚)

I finished writing these chaps at 3:30 in the morning🙂

and I have an exam at 8 in the morning🤡

Wish me luck y'all!😩💀

And THE BLESSED MONTH IS COMING UP GUYS, ✨RAMADAN✨🌹❤️🌹 (the time j reminded me of sehri time🤤) I cant waitttt-🌝

Also, ✨Wao✨ I can't believe we've acc come this far with TOD😭

like (4) F.O.U.R stories are already dun, and (5) F.I.V.E more to go~

And O.M.G ☾︎ 35k☽︎ reads and ★2.3k★ votes🤧 never thought my stupad stories would make this far🤓

Thank you for alllllllll the love, support, votes and comments🦋💕

They rlly mean sooooo much to me🥺♥️ simply, the reason why I'm continuing to write~💞

Okay, emo ho gai thi mai🤚🙂

(its surely my sleep deprived self being high on caffeine again-)

Also, to all the 🤫silent🤫 readers, ✨SHOW ME YOU✨

I get curious yk👀👉👈

Come out, so we can shine together, dont be shyyyy~ 💃🙊

I don't kill unless u ask for it yk🌝

*hides my chura*🔪

So, the next ride~~~~🥰

It's going to be an entertaining one too🤗

It'll be up soooooon ins.♥️

Until then,

Take care🥀

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