49. LAUGHTER

"Every morning a star wished to be seen,

And every night a cry was heard in serene.

A blue hour was about to end,

When I gestured you to take my hand."

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His fingers shook holding the cup. It was never like him to lose control over his body. But, something has made him weak. He has lost his heart to someone who was a disaster itself. Closing his eyes tightly he remembered her face and exhaled heavily shaking his head.

He was drowning in sea of locked memories he created. Memories of everything he witnessed with his own eyes. Blurriness reflected through his sight. He was punishing himself. Because, deep down he never wanted to trouble her, even if she knows everything.

Zohra's hairs were now longer than the shoulder length. She could tie them now, but not the feelings of her heart. Even seating in the class, she was thinking about was Waqas must be doing. The bell rang and she rushed out of class in hurry. It was the last class of the day.