Earlier than you expected, isn't it?

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M Y R A

Hate was a strong word to be used but that was exactly what I was feeling for Abeer right now. My eyes kept staring into his that held mixed emotions. He looked at the shattered glass in a crazy way, probably embarrassed.

"Well...." Cabir Uncle's voice brought us back to this world.

"Myra, baby, chill. There's so no boy coming to see you for marriage tomorrow. Do you think your dad will give you away so easily?" Cabir Uncle smirked, raising an eyebrow. "We were just checking if you have a boyfriend, you know. I and your father bet on that, I said you do and he said you don't." He informed.

I left the breath I didn't know I was holding. That was so typically Cabir Uncle.

"We were waiting for a reaction from you, but got one from Abeer instead," Dad was surprised as well.

"Sorry, that just slipped off," Abeer said, clearly embarrassed.

"What makes you think I have a boyfriend, Cabir Uncle?" I say, switching topics immediately as I move closer to Dad and he warmly pulls me into a bear hug.

"Well, because you're beautiful. You're in the age to play around and date boys. And also, you're the eldest of three, you'd be the first to get married," Cabir Uncle said. I nodded, not wanting to drag the topic as I felt dad's grip around my shoulder tighter.

Dad was still as possessive about being my Prince Charming as he was when I was a kid. The rule was still the same for me, no boyfriends allowed.

The night passed away quickly after that, the harder part— the confrontation being done with.

Everyone left in an hour, including my friends and Abeer, leaving me and Aarav to myself.

I knew catching sleep would be a difficult task that night, because my mind would be preoccupied with his thoughts and I wanted to block them out as much, so I rather took my pillow and blanket to Aarav's room, like old times.

It was empty when I went in, and I assumed he must be with mom and Dad, spending some time, so I took a glance at all the pictures hanging on the wall, when we were children. Picture of us, with mum and dad, his solo pictures and also with his friends.

I was busy in the trance when the door opened again, and I saw him entering. He smiled seeing me there.

"Well, I was wondering why you didn't come into my room yet," he smirked, settling into his bed and I smiled, sitting opposite him in the chair.

"You know how much I loved sleeping in your room... I used to sneak in every second night to sleep with you. See, I love you so much!" I smiled back.

"Jhooti. You were just afraid of sleeping alone in the dark!" He accused and I knew I was caught, so I laughed it off.

That was when we were twelve. "I used to get so annoyed," he told.

"You lowkey loved it. You always waited for me to come before you slept," I accused back and he smiled. He was busted too.

"Did you keep coming into my room after I left too?" He asked.

I nodded. "I did come in for weeks, but then I realised something was missing. It took me a week to understand it was your presence I needed to sleep, not your room. Then I learnt sleeping into mine," I told him.

He smiled sadly, "I'm sorry. I just feel I haven't been there for you," He said. Damn, emotional talks do not suit my brother, he's better being the monster he is.

"You have been there for me, more than enough. I've just missed you over the years!" I smile. I had missed my twin, He was like my second half.

"I've missed you too. Especially all the times when I came back home and you used to go away to camps. Not once was I here and I got a chance to meet you. Technically, we're seeing each other after almost ten years personally, leaving face time apart." He said and I nodded.

"It's been a long time, right?" I ask.

"It has. Things have changed so much," he sighs, and my mind is immediately thrown to the conversation I and Abeer had.

"Things have changed," I mostly whisper, dazed.

"About Abeer—...." He starts and I cut him off.

"I don't want to talk about him, Aarav," I nod immediately. "Not today, not anymore."

"I just want you to know that not everything is what it seems like, sweetheart. Every coin has two sides," He whispered, making me drown into my thoughts again.

"I respect whatever you feel like, Myra. I just want you to know that I'm your brother before being anyone's best friend. I'm going to be there for you, always. Whenever you need me, okay?" He says and I nod as I jump from the chair to his bed.

He smiled and I smiled back as I gave him a hug and he acted like he hated when I became clingy to him because he lowkey loved that too.

"Damn, that's not why I said it," he sounded disgusted and I smiled, side hugging him tighter.

I've missed you too, brother.

✿

The night passed and Morning happened. This morning was different, unlike my daily mornings. I and Aarav had breakfast with mom and Dad, cracking jokes, them usually teasing him about having a secret girlfriend in London. It felt nice, it felt complete.

Days flipped like pages of a book, turning into weeks. I remained occupied with my practical work for medical with Ruhaana, and the same routine repeated everyday. I used to study all day, attend my lectures, again study, and then reserve the night time for being with my parents and then catching up with Aarav.

It had become a daily schedule. I didn't see anyone for more than a week after that— not Fab5, not Ishan, Kaira, or Abeer. Ruhaana came in a few times, but she suddenly seemed distant, I wondered what had happened and asked her a few times but she had nothing to tell me.

I was preoccupied with my thoughts and I knew it was time to stop studying because my thoughts were leaving my books. As I closed the book, it was late— 12:00 AM. Shit!

Aarav must have slept. He was still not over the jet lag it seemed.

Being thirsty, I got up from my study table and walked to the kitchen. But as I was coming back, I noticed Aarav's room lights on.

Deciding to check if he was awake, I went into his room, but as I opened the door groggily, another shock waited for me.

The bottle in my hand almost dropped in shock and all the sleep went flying away as I saw Ishan and Abeer along with Aarav, lying lowly on the bean bags on the floor with remote controls in their hand playing some stupid game on the television.

Their eyes diverted to me as Ishan paused their game and I coughed, shocked.

But that wasn't what just shocked me— it was Abeer. He was shirtless, just in his sweat pants. Aarav was in the balcony, talking to someone on the phone, and Ishan could sense the tension between us.

I found myself staring for a little too long and looked away immediately.

"You can as well take a picture princess, it might last longer." Abeer smirked. I found myself flushing red in embarrassment.

"Asshole. It'd be great if you could wear a shirt on, you're not any model and this ain't a ramp walk," I was quick to comment back.

He chuckled. "Let's act like you don't love what you see. I mean, if you ask me, I don't really like what I see," He teased.

My eyes diverted to my own self, looking like a mess. But I had worn by favourite baby pink satin night suit and my hair were tied up in a bun that was loose because of the constant hours of studying now, a few hair strands running down on either sides of my face.

I gave him a glare. "It's good you don't like what you see, because you know, I don't dress up to impress you!" I gave him a fake smile before stomping out of the room and closing the door shut on their faces as I marched into my room.

Talking to him was a mood spoiler.

I stared at myself in the mirror, opening my hair to brush it. I didn't look great, I looked like a total mess but I didn't look bad either.

I brushed my hair in annoyance as the conversation played back in my mind. I hated the fact that he had such an effect on me.

"Oh, I see how I effect you" I heard a husky voice behind me and I dropped the hairbrush in shock, scared of who just read my mind.

"Did you read my mind?" I asked, nervous as I turned back and found him leaning to the wall casually. Didn't someone teach him him that entering a girl's room at night without permission is a bad thing?

He laughed. "Does that mean you were actually thinking about that— about how I effect you?" He raised his eyebrows, as he took a step towards me.

I moved away casually, nodding negatively, lying of course and he followed me.

I turned to face him, and he was pretty close. I took a step behind and he took one step closer to me, "tell me how I affect you, baby," He whispered in the huskiest voice I have ever heard and I was sandwiched between the wall and him.

"Abeer...." I almost stammered, looking everywhere but at him. Luckily, he had worn his tee shirt back orelse I couldn't imagine what it would look like if someone came in from the half open door.

His hand slowly touched my waist, gripping it as he pulled me close with a jerk and my hands landed on his chest, as he held my lean self into his strong muscles.

"Does it affect you when I'm so close to you?" He whispered, his nose almost brushing my cheek. "....and when I do this?"

The butterflies in my stomach rose in a way I couldn't understand, making me jitter.

"Do I affect you when my hand touches your skin?" His free hand traced my arm and I couldn't look away from his eyes which had captivated me completely.

"Abeer," I whisper, not knowing what to say.

"Ssh," he whispers back, pulling me closer again and surprisingly wraps his arms around me, holding me close.

I was shook more than anything to react, so I just merely kept my hand on his shoulder, feeling his breath so close to me as he tightened his grip around my back, his warmth touching every bit of me.

This was the first time he hugged me, like this. I closed my eyes, holding the moment close to my heart, afraid that I would open my eyes and he would disappear, and this would be a beautiful dream.

I was afraid of losing him when he wasn't even mine.

"I missed you," He whispered, and I shut my eyes tighter.

"I missed you too. So much," I whispered back.

He pulled away slowly, a smile on his lips as he tucked the lose hair stands behind my ear, holding my face in his hands.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, smiling. This was some dream, for sure. I might have probably hit my head in the kitchen and fainted and that is how this dream came up. This was all an imagination, totally unreal.

I smiled back, radiantly. "Now tell me something... honestly," his body stiffened but he didn't let his hold on me go.

"What happened between us, when we were kids, is that the reason you didn't move on?" He asked.

His voice was low, sincere.

"Yes!" I whispered, unafraid of the consequences, dazed in the heat of the moment.

His touch went cold against my body and his hand dropped from my face. He stared at me for a blank moment before one of his hand reached his mouth, covering it as he paced once.

I flashed out of the moment that just happened and reality came hitting back to me.

"I so knew it!" He whispered in shock, as if accusing me.

It all hit me. "I'm sorry I had to know it this way but you won't just tell me otherwise!" He said and I stared at him, shocked. This wasn't the Abeer I had known, because the Abeer I did would never play games like these.

"So this was all an act, eh?" I ask, almost smiling. The inner me was laughing, mocking myself at how stupid these feelings can me.

"Myra... I'm sor—...," I cut his words off as I leaned towards him and punched him hard across his chin. His face tilted to the side, a little corner of his lips bled by my nail that accidentally hit him. He was shocked.

He might be a kick boxer when he was a child but it was time he knew I got my punches from my mother.

"Get out!" I ordered and he moved closer.

"I said, get out... from my room, and my life!" I ordered again, sterner this time; and all he did was move another step closer.

"Abeer, I hate you. With all my heart, deeper than I have ever liked you," I confessed looking dead into his eyes and he didn't stir, didn't even flap an eyelid once.

He just moved closer and as I opened my mouth to say something again, I felt his lips on mine, making me freeze where I was.

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I'm four chapters down already, didn't realise I have to end the first Bonus chapter series in the next chapter lol.

Also, Abeer and Myra are getting their own book. Don't know what that means? You will, soon! ;)

Also, comment if you want the next chapter soon.

Thank you!

Love,
Heer.