Be My Mistake | ✓

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- Noor's POV -

It's been almost two weeks since I lashed out at Yasir. I didn't mean to... I went there to prove him wrong. I went there to win against Nadira but I didn't have the patience. I couldn't stand there, watching him mope over Nadira, the same woman who's ripping him to shreds.

I knew, I'm not stupid, I knew I was just a pawn in his game of despair. But I couldn't help it. He was just so sweet sometimes and I instantly melted every single time.

"Did Yasir find the ring?" Amma asks.

I shake my head. "Nope, no news from him."

"He hasn't come by for a while, is everything okay?" She asks.

I nod. "Yes! He's just really busy with work. I've barely been able to get a hold of him."

"You're such a clumsy girl." Amma sighs. "I knew he shouldn't have trusted you with such an important thing. How could you just lose it?"

I shouldn't have trusted him with my heart. Why did he break such an important thing?

"I literally don't know! It just slipped off!" I hate lying to my mother. I hate it so much but I can't tell them.

I don't know when I'll tell them but not now... not until I talk to Yasir again.

"I'm going to visit him today." I say.

"You should go visit him today." My mom says at the same time as me.

We both start laughing.

"Ya Allah, he's so missed." Amma shakes her head, smiling. "Tell him we also miss the treats he brought every time he came over."

Yasir genuinely treated my parents so sweetly that I think they love him more than they love me at this point. God, his healthy and loving relationship with my parents adds to the list things that made me love this man to death.

"I will." I feel guilty for not saying anything but if I say one word, God forbid, I'm scared my parents will have a heart attack.

I sit in my car and suddenly slam my hands against the steering wheel in anger. "Why the hell do I have to go see him? Why can't he reach out to me for once?"

I don't understand how Lateef talked me into this. I mean, yeah, he didn't hear from Yasir in over a week but Yasir probably took a solo flight to Greece or something to clear his head.

I only agreed because Lateef genuinely sounded panicked and is halfway across the world to be able to see Yasir himself.

And more than seven days is a really long time for someone as needy as Yasir not to, at least, call back...

"Will you be able to love anyone besides me? You won't, will you? You'll never be able to to find someone to love as much as you love me."

"Ahh!" I hit the steering wheel one more time. "He really irritates the shit out of me!"

But honestly saying, I've been feeling this grudging dark feeling fall over me for the last few days.

I can't exactly explain it but it's like the quiet before a storm; where you feel like something horrible will happen but you don't exactly know when or how.

Actually, I've been wanting to pay Yasir a visit ever since I left his home saying I hate him.

God, I hate even thinking this but I felt like shit after I left. I should've felt good but I didn't, not one bit. It felt like I kicked a small, sad puppy.