𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐨 𝐆𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐢

𝟏𝟏- 𝑭𝒂𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚....

Main na pohchun kyun wahaan pe
Jaana chaahun main jahaan
Main kahaan kho gaya
Aisa kya ho gaya

O mehrama, kya mila?
Yun juda hoke bata...

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SHEHRYAAR'S POV:

I didn't come home after seeing her off. I went to Arham, my bro.

"Are you okay? Your eyes are red" Arham said when I reached his house

"Hmm..just regular thing. Migraine" i replied resting my head back on his couch

"Choti! Bring tea for Sher" Arham yelled to her sister

"Why are you so sad Sher? She'll come back!" Arham said seeing my sad face

"She won't. She plans to live in New York even after studies" i replied sighing

"Do you love her so much?" He asked and I smiled sadly.

"Love?" I repeated & sighed heavily in sadness. My eyes got blurry.

"Hmm..Understood. I hope she understands too" Arham replied. He knows my feelings more than my family. Sometimes I feel he's my elder brother

"I hope she does." I mumbled pressing my forehead which was throbbing in pain

"Waise, Sania ne Surf Khaa liya hai tumhari shaadi ka sunke" he said to lighten my mood & I frowned.

"Not in that mood Arham."

"So cruel of you. Atleast talk to her once, should I call her?" He was trying to divert my mind

"She needs a doctor, not me. And even if she does, I don't care" i replied getting annoyed

Her sister brought tea. We sipped the hot tea which somehow calmed my senses.

"Let's go to the sunset point Devdas" Arham said patting my back & I agreed cuz sunset point is a safe haven for me.

We drove their in my car. And saw the beautiful sunset. I chuckled sadly under my breath thinking that, i should come with my newly wedded wife here but I'm gazing the sunset with my friend. I wanted Romance not Bromance.

"Gimme one" i asked for cigarette, he was smoking sitting on a rock

"No! You little boy with fragile lungs." He denied keeping the pack & lighter in his pocket

"Arham please!" I said sighing

"I said No! And you don't smoke a lot, you've cut down smoking I'm not one of those friends who inspire their friend to do something bad" he said

"Bastard! I'm going to buy a pack for me. And I won't come back to pick you up. Go home by yourself" I said walking towards my car.

"You Son of a bi ...Gun! Take it!" He was about to curse me but stopped cuz I hit him last time for calling me son of a bitch

I took the pack, lit up the cigarette and took a long puff filling my lungs with that disgusting smoke. I don't like it & I know it's harmful but I dunno why, when I'm sad or depressed I tend to hurt myself in every possible way