Dua was sitting on a bench outside the hospital. Yesterday was like a day that could be written in history for her. She regretted something. She rejoiced something in the day.
She was happy and content. But sad and worried for ayesha. At a point of life she stopped looking at ayesha with hate but looked at her with pity. After the accident. Thus she easily dogged her acusses.
"Here" armaan came and said. Handing her a chocolate bar. Just before they left for hospital dua had food but still she felt hungry. That's why he ran to buy her something before his appointment number comes.
"Thankyou" she said to armaan who sat beside on cold metal bench.
Dua began to munch on the bar.
No I don't like or love anyone except you. And I won't care who is that girl. I..I god damn dua I loved you.
And I won't care who is that girl.
"Armaan. I know it's not that okay to ask you but do you really won't care about who that girl is." She said while armaan was flipping through the pages of her report file.
"Well. I thought you are smart. But you ain't." He said still flipping through the report.
"That's not the answer. Armaan tell me. You said that day..." she was cut by armaan.
"It's you. That girl is you" he said at the same time they were called as there turn was up. He didn't wait for her to sip in what he said as he got up abruptly and went in the room.
(A/N: most awaited part of the story)
Flashback:
Armaan first saw her on a street where people were gathered for a march.She was outstanding among the whole crowd. She was the only hijabi.
She was helping a kid whose blood was dripping from his elbow.
The kid suddenly came in front of the car on his skateboard.
No one was hurt though.
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