It was that moment, I decided-the girl casually hanging out on her balcony, completely unaware of my presence, was the one I was going to spend my life with.
And I meant it
Like I had meant to tell Ahad 'someone will take her'. And by someone, of course, I was talking about myself.
My eyes burned at the thought of Ahad moving through Iman's room like he owned it, calling her 'MY LADY'.
Hell no.
Ahad was her best friend. Of course, Iman didn't think of him in any other way. And yes, it was supposed to be the same for him too. But either he knew about my intentions-hence, the beast inside him wakes up every time I get close to her-or... he also liked her.
Nope. Not happening.
Ahad would never be with a girl as stubborn as Iman.He preferred girls who begged for his attention, who cried for him. Iman was nothing like that. She was the kind of woman who would cross her arms and say, 'It was also your mistake, so apologize without wasting any of my further time.'
She was a --Dude, what are you waiting for?apologise.I am getting late'-- kinda girl
She had too much self-respect to beg. Too much pride to cry, especially over a man.
And love required no self respect, it needed the courage to beg. Whivch I was doing each time when I get chance to.Ahad and Iman were totally opposites, and I didn't believe in the shit going by 'opposites attract '
And Ahad? He would rather cut off his left arm and stab both his eyes than say sorry. That stone-faced man barely spoke to people, yet he talked non-stop with Iman.
Then again, they had been best friends for years.
But I liked Iman. And after three years of dropping hints and backing away whenever Ahad was near, I was done. That phase was over. Now, a man stood in his place-one who would take her, even if it meant breaking everything.
And if Ahad had a problem with that? He could say it to my face.
I switched off my room's lights and climbed onto my bed, my gaze instinctively drifting toward a certain balcony. It was as silent as the ocean waves.
That had become a habit of mine since the night I first saw her.
Every night before sleeping, I glanced at her balcony. Sometimes, we talked. Sometimes, I simply watched as she smiled at the moon and stars. And on nights like this, when I didn't see her, my eyes found the red rose resting on her balcony-the one she adored.