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'Sometimes, Home isn't just four walls.. Its two eyes and a Heartbeat.

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"Here you go."

His stunning green eyes rose in to take a sight of an enthralling feminine figure bringing the beauty of the New York city to shame.

Startling Beautiful.

Her left hand held the cell phone pressed against her hijab cladded ear revealing the ornaments she wore on her left wrist while her right hand patiently held out his elbow crutch.

His Crutch.

Mentally cursing himself for gaping at her frowned expression, nonetheless he passed a polite grateful smile taking over the crutch. "Thank You."

The busiest subway station of New York was alive with the sound of trains rushing by one another as the doors breathed the passengers in and out.

She came over to the other side of the bench where he was seated, and made a comfortable position to sit for herself.

"Yeah, Mum....Okay... I'm getting the local subway... Ugh! I'll talk to you later when I'll be home-No, I'm not bringing any of your sweet items! Allah Hafiz!"

She hung up the call muttering something under her breath which was clear enough for him to let out a deep chuckle with his glistening green eyes still on the moving cabins.

A frown again adorned her face as she turned her head sideways and laid her curious brown fleeks hazel orbs to observe the cause of his fluttering heart chuckle whilst he, with a lopsided smiled shook his head.

What was it that made him chuckle? Sure it wasn't her cranky urdu accent, was it?

"What, are you snickering over, Stranger?" She thought she sounded demanding as it should when she finally enquired, to which he turned his head to meet her eyes.

"Yours 'Mai Hi Pagal Hu' statement." (I'm the one who's crazy.)

"That made you laugh?"

"Uh-No it's just reminded me of someone.."

She narrowed her mesmerizing eyes at him for a moment however nodded and sat as before, playing with her phone as she looked over to the digital timings board.

Her subway ride was three minutes away, quickly ushering her belongings which was only her backpack, she stood all ready to jump in the train knowing the crowd might eat her alive.

She peered over her shoulder only to witness him distressingly grabbing his crutches to hold upright his broken bones, a part of her wanted to help him instead, and she did so.

He painfully yet patiently stood straight up with his elbows crutches as she helped him through support with her left palm against his right.

A cold thunder ran up to heart through veins at the skin contact as the jolt of shot hit him at his injured foot at the force he pulled himself up with the fact in his head that he doesn't need anyone by his side.

He let go her soft hand immediately getting back to full support of his crutches, his breathing turned gripped and deprived as he move forward with nearly recovered legs and cleared his throat mumbling another. "Thank You, Again."

"Your Welcome. I figured out we've a same ride, C'mon let's get in safely-"

"I'm not kid, I'll get in by myself. It's just a train."

"Grumpy Bipolarass." She muttered gaping his advanced figure as she again, sarcastically spoke to herself under her breath.

"I was just trying to help him-ugh! The crowd! Guess who's standing all way to home? Haha Definitely Me! Ugh!"

She stepped in the ruffling people subway as the door slided close behind her, scanning the right side in sight to find a seat which made her grown there's none left.

Sighingly she tugged her backpack securely leaning over the pole like thingy as her eyes fell on the person who's the reason she lost her seat.

He was blankly staring at her, completely comfortable in his 'seat' as the crutches just like her, were leaned by the train.

Squinting her eyes and gritting her teeth at him, as she twisted her lips in annoyance and made a face when she felt the sudden push of gravity as the train moved on tracks.

A glare throwed by the hazel brown eyes at the gorgeous green eyed man, who tilted his face as if gesturing something making her raise an eyebrow at him.

Her orbs followed his, which were set on the vacant seat opposite to him, her eyes glinted with gratefulness as she quickly paced over it. He saved a seat for her. By pinning the end point of one of his crutch by the seat as if labeling it as 'reserved'.

Her bright grin mused him as she settled in to his opposite, a faint smile crawled up to his lips as he took his eyes of her. His hands dugged deeper in his bomber jacket as he leaned his head against the train and closed his eyes drowning with his messed thoughts.

Few certain memories played in his mind on loop as it pierced every corner of his bleeding heart which made him take a deep breath. A specific special person, who promised him to be his side forever was now only existent in his mind and memories, forever.

His lost nerves were brought to an pause when he felt a poke on his arm which made him jolt his head towards the intruder. She was there, the one he saved the opposite seat waa now beside him with an average distance.

"Are you okay?"

He wanted to laugh, miserably.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Erm...it's been quite a while you've been sleeping like that or that's whar I thought until I noticed a tear slid down your cheek... So I was just checking upon you...Are you actually Okay?"

He sighed looking at her, her hazel eyes flashed emotion of concern; How and why is she so concern for a guy she just met?

". . .Ye-ah. . Totally." He stated running his hand through his hair in order to hideously wipe the so called tear she mentioned.

Noticing that the crowd rushed in was decreased into a decent amount, he checked upon the station location board. It was his stop now.

"Oh'kay, I'll buy that lie. . .Well, Its my stop now. Thank you for saving a seat for me-"

"It's my stop too, Thank You for helpin-"

"Relax, those are alot thank you's in a day." She softly chuckle helping him again with his broken leg and supportive crutches.

The door slided opposite introducing the subway to the world for nth time in a day, they both step to fresh air clash to their facial features.

Before parting their ways, he passed a tiny grateful smiled at her while she flashed her genuine one as the hold against their belongings got tighten.

"Take Care." She said softly with rapid heartbeats when she stared straight at his orbs and stepped back as she abid her presence not before she waved at him.

The hustle busy crowd was too involve in the selfish worldy issues and themselves to hear his silent whisper with his eyes on her retreating back.

"You too.... Stranger."

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"Dameer! I've got some amazing news for you!"

His stunning green eyes lifted towards his excited mother standing with a jubilant smile and warm similar green eyes towards her son.

"What is it, Mum? Is another home or kitchen appliances on huge sale?"

"No, Silly Son! I've got something greater than that."

Dameer patted the the sitting space on sofa beside him for his Mom to have a seat, which she did with a full blown smile which made him smile too.

"Remember! I said you, we'll find a perfect match for you? Guess What! We did find on-"

"Mom! I already said to a multiple times and I'm repeating myself again for you. I. Do. Not. Want. To. Get. Married. Atleast not now!"

"Dameer, I know wha-"

"No! You guys don't. Engaging me into a marriage won't ever change, anything."

"But Bhai! She's really pretty Brooo! I would have married in a heartbeat, if I was the guy!"

"Ahan? Find if she have brother, we'll get him married to you, Alright Dina?"

"AHHA, Jokes on you! She's a single child!"

Dameer rolled his beautiful orbs at his sister, who grinned as she sat to his other side, tugged at his arm like her mother did to his another.

"Look, we know what you're going through but you got to move on, Son. Trust me she's perfect."

"I swear, Bhai!" Dina beamed with heart eyes clear with the bright glint. He rested the back of his head on the sofa and closed his eyes sighing heavily, knowing like always he has to be the one who'll give up.

"Fine-"

"OH YEAH, ALLAHUMDULLILAH!"

"We'll be going to their house at tomorrow eveni-"

"WHAT!? NO! I can't, Mom! Not with my crutches, at least!"

"Oops, Sorry Son. But they already invited us! Be reaady!" His mom left not before dropping a gentle kiss on his head and whispering. "You will be fine, Meer."

"Yes Bhai, these crutches are just time being and the girl's family already know that. If they do not accept you the way you're, then they aren't worth you."

"Haan, chal bass kar zyada matt seekha mujhe, Taiyaar bhi karna hai mujhe apne aap ko kal ke liye." (Yeah, sure don't teach me much now, I also have to prepare myself for tomorrow.)

"Betaab aur besabar hue jarahe hoo, Huh?"
(You seem quite desperate and impatient, huh?)

"Whatever."

Dina laughed at her brother rolling his eyes not to mention those tingey crimson shade on his prominent cheekbones.

She wanted her brother back, the one who had highly lively and fun not the one who fake smiles for the sake of family.

"Bhai, You sure you're okay?"

"I don't know but I'm sure everyone needs to stop asking me that."

"Mhm? And who was the other one?"

"Noone."

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"Namal, What's wrong!? What are you doing up there, Stupid? Climb down!"

Her brown fleeks hazel orbs fell upon her worried mother, who was looking up her holding the ladder firmly as if it would slip any minute.

"Mamma, I was changing and adjusting the curtains-"

"Ahan? As if you're six feet tall, are you? Climb down! What if you fall, Amal? Will you like to go with a broken arm or leg in front of the guest tomorrow?"

Namal rolled her eyes and grumpily climbed the ladder down mumbling about her height being atleast 5'7.

"Ugh! You and your obsession with guest will kill me someday! And Mamma there's nothing wrong in broken arm or leg!"

"Awe, I know there's nothing wrong. I was just testing your views."

"Testing me views? Seriously?"

"Anyway, why were you up to changing the curtains. Couldn't you just tell Dad to do it? I mean that man is taller than you."

"Dad was setting up the sofa's and the living room area and I thought of doing it myself without disturbing him, who did loads of work already."

"Ah, You would have just called Anzaal then, he never denies."

"Rehne hi dein, mai Dad se keh dungi change karne ke liye." (Nevermind, I'll ask dad to change it.) She murmured tieing her chestnut hair into a secure bun as though few strands did dare to escape.

How could she tell her Mom that their neighbour, Anzaal confessed his feelings for her three days back and she rejected it. Obviously, she was aware of his past and current filthy relationships.

"Isn't Anzaal a good guy too. I like him for you-"

"Is that so? Why don't you ring up the people tomorrow and reject the alliance, hmm? Waise bhi aapko badi jaldi hai meri shadi ki, ghar se nikalne ke liye betaab hai bhai aap dono."

(Either way, you are the one who's in a hurry for my marriage, You guys are really eager to kick me out of this house.)

"Aisa kuch nahi hai! Zimedaari hai humari, Kal joh ladhka aane wala hai woh toh mujhe bohat pasnd hai! Meri taraf se haan hai. Ab agar Allah na karre, tum ya usse tum nahi pasnd aayi toh koi backup hi rehna chahiye na beta."

(It's nothing like that! It's responsibilities, I like the guy coming tomorrow for you, but we need also back up, I mean what if, God forbid, you reject him or he rejects you.)

"Wah Bhai, Sahi hai. Jaise ki baaqi ladhko ki kami hai aapki beti ko." (Woah, Great. As if your daughter lacks other guys.)

"Yeh ghumi phiri baatein na karo, koi passand ho toh batado saaf saaf." (Don't talk in circles and inform me clearly if you like someone. )

"There's nothing like that."

"Bette-"

"What's up Ladies?"

"Everything but the curtains." Namal's mom replied to her Dad, who just joined duo by the dining room's huge window while the curtains reminded hung on the medium sized ladder.

"Roger Ma'am, I'll do it." Her father dramatically bowed receiving a chuckle from his spouse and daughter, he quickly and securely hung the curtains and came back down.

"I must say, Amal. You've got all of my fantastic features except height. It's on your Mom at this."

"DAD! I'M FREAKING FIVE'SEVEN! YOU'RE JUST FOUR INCHES MORE TALLER! SIX'ONE AND MOM IS FIVE'FIVE! I'M NOT SHORT! No Offence, Mom."

"Mhm. I'm letting that slide for now because the heights reminds me of the guy coming for you tomorrow, he's Six'Two. HAHA ON YOUR FACE HE'S TALLER THAN YOU!" Her mother cockily mocked her Dad's face, who faked an offended face and crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed.

"It's just an inch, Piccoletto."

"Dad, I'm twenty three and still doesn'tknow what's Piccoletto?"

"Shorty in Italian. Which your mom is. Also, Naimal. We'll be having back the life we had twenty four years back. Once Namal move in with her in laws."

Namal pursued her lips together to stop the threatening laugh trying to escape as her mother(Naimal) narrowed her eyes at his father, who teasingly smirked.

"Namal, can you take me along with you too, please? Then your Dad can even peacefully have his 'bachelor' life back. Wouldn't you, Kabeer?"

"You know better how my 'bachelor life' was. As well, It too could be incomplete without you."

"Whatever. Namal, go get your clothes, accessories and everything ready for tomorrow in plac-"

"Ugh Okay. " Namal silently groaned knowing there's nowhere she could make her mother understand that it still a whole damn day remain.

"Oh My God, My daughter's so grown-up. She'll be leavin-"

"Mum, Mum, Mum. Relax. Please I know your words. I love you more and I ain't leaving already. Okay please! Don't be so typical."

"I hope the guy coming tomorrow is just how you want him to be! Ameen!"

"Aisa waisa raha toh maine apni beti nahi deni ussey." Her Dad, Kabeer opposed protectively wrapping his arm around Namal's shoulder. (I won't give him my daughter if he isn't decent or something.)

"You know and met him already! At our neighbor's daughter engagement."

"The Noraiz guy?"

Her Mom, Naimal excitedly nodded with a bright positive glint in her eyes, Namal bit her lip flickering her eyes from her Mom to her Dad, who hummed slowly as he got the image in his mind.

"Dad, You don't even know the guy!?"

"I do know, It's just your Mom showed me picture of two different guys, Noraiz and Yahya and I was confused with it."

"Yahya didn't seem right to me but Noraiz, He's a nice guy."

"His name is Noraiz?" Namal enquired raising her eyebrow while her Mother smiled and her Dad patted her head before switching to his spouse.

"Not actually, but you'll know it once you meet him tomorrow." Naimal said with a sick sweet smiled plastered on her lips while Namal shrugged.

"You're sure he is coming tomorrow?"

"He is. Hundred percent. I really wish you like his company."

"Seriously Mom? I don't even know his name."

"Doesn't matter, Darli'in." Her Dad answered as he turned to depart with his wife along his side leaving Namal with furrowed brows.

"Yaar, Naam toh bata dete!"
(Dude, Atleast tell his name!)

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"Dameeer!"

"Jeeeee, Mom?"
(Yeees, Mom?)

"Ready hogaye ho?" (Are you ready?) His Mom said opening the door of his room as she entered to find him laying in bed.

"Ah... Almost?" Dameer stated as he slowly and guiltily rose from his laid position praying silently for himself as going against his Mom, he was passing the time on phone instead of getting ready.

"Dameer, Son. I kept everything ready for you, you just had to wear it. What happened? You need help?"

"NO...I-I mean No, I'm fine."

"Okay, but where are the crutches?"

"I guess it slipped under my bed. I now walk without them Mom." He felt like a toddler stating that, knowing that wasn't the truth. His leg wasn't completely healed.

"You can? Don't lie to me about it, Dameer. It's your Mom here." His Mom softly spoke taking out thd crutches, which slipped. She took a hold of his arm as she helped him to get on his crutches.

"I don't want come, they won't accept me. We all know that."

"These crutches aren't with you forever, Thankfully. And they will accept you just the way you're because they aren't the type of people you think they're."

"Alright. What if the girl rejects me on my face? I don't want to be a made fun of topic."

"She won't."

"Sure?"

"Of course! You don't trust me? Na hi auo tum. Maine hi pasand kar lena aur lalena hai ussey ghar me zabardasti tumare sath."

(Better you don't come. I like her and I'll get her in his home forcefully with you by her side.)

"Chalega Maa, Aapki pasand ho ya meri, Ek hi hai. Koi pagal se karado gey toh bhi chalega." (That's fine Mom, Your choice or mine? Both are the same. Even if you get me a mad or mental girl, I'll be fine with whoever you choose.)

"Haan Haan, Khair hai, Taiyaar toh ho zara tum ladhke." (Yeah Yeah, Sure. Get ready first, Boy.)

His Mom lovingly patted his cheek leaving him with his flooded thoughts. Glancing over the whistling white shirt and black slacks his mother arranged.. Too Formal! He thought and replaced it with black washed denims.

"Let's hope, It's Khayr." He said to himself buttoning up his last shirt button as he raked his luscious hair staring back to himself; How could he just act normal when his heart is battling within? How could he just move on with what happened four months back? The answers to unnumbered questions would be only that he couldn't do anything about it now.

Dameer sighed grabbing, what he thinks will be the cause of his rejection today. The crutches. He sure wasn't ready to get into a relation but he let it go now his Mom's want. His mom wanted the old Dameer back but only he knows, he died with something else which no more exist.

A deep breath helped to prepare himself with confrontation with the girl his mother wants him to be with though at the back of the mind he had a clear picture of girl from subway, who has been struck beneath his thoughts.

“Damn you, Stranger.”

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"C'mon Ya, Bro! I swear you're gonna love her!"

"Shut Up, Dina." He rolled his stunning green eyes at his sister as she helped him climb the two stair of the minimal house stood before them, the atmosphere around screamed elegance and ease of nature.

"Bhai! You see the the adorable swing at the other entrance side? I saw from our car! Omg it's so cute! We should definitely get one in ours!"

"Behave Dina! I don't know about the girl's hand but I'll surely ask them to adopt you."

Dina narrowed her eyes between the sibling whisper talk meanwhile the girl's parents greeted and made them settled in the living room. He greeted them with salam and soft smile adorned his lips.

"What's a story behind these crutches, Dameer? I already know but I want to hear it from you."

"It was a car accident at outskirts, Sir." He responded holding back his emotions with terrible flashbacks as the girl's father enquired and nodded understanding.

"How long will it take for you to heal?"

"Not forever."

"I wasn't talking about your physical status. I wanted to know how long will it take to heal your inner self?"

His eyes met her father's, who looked back at him calculatively waiting for a good confident response. He didn't expect that question coming, especially from a person he just met.

"I would answer the same, Sir. Not forever. Through the journey of my life, I'll eventually heal." Her father nodded slowly as his eyes trailed on Dameer for a whole before gesturing his spouse to get their daughter.

Dameer did marked an impressive statement with his confidence.
He gaze fell on the russian rug beneath his boots; Was he ready? What if she rejects? What if he doesn't like her perspectives and the way she sees life? What if the impression she leaves will be a facade? Is he actually ready for a commitment?

"Don't Worry, Meer. I get you're nervous but trust me, It'll be fine. You will be fine." He nodded gulping down insecurities as his sister squeezed his hand and let his anxieties fade away with his grip tighten on Dina's palm, closing his eyes praying for the best.

"Let this be Khayr, In Sha Allah."

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"Meet my daughter, Namal Kabeer."

Namal softly said her Salam and settled to where her Dad made her, opposite to guy, who's been nervously raking his hair looking everywhere but her.

"And Namal. Meet him. Dameer Noraiz."

Dameer hearing sense wasn't wrong when he doubted the voice of the salam, to make it more sure he slowly couraged to glance up only to find the subway stranger right in front of him, in a face of alliance this time.

Emotion of shook grower in his wide evident shade of olive green eyes as he beheld the eye contact with the girl, who's lips curved at corner resulting a small soft knowing smile as she dropped her gaze to ground.

Did-Did she knew it was him?

Dameer's mind still could not settle down the fact that the subway girl, Namal was in front of his eyes. He obviously didn't expect to see again. Not like this atleast.

"Bhai! It's clear you instantly like her but can you please avert your wide eyed from her? Like I don't have any problem but you look like a local creep!"

"Uh-Apologies." Dameer whispered back to Dina coming out of trance when his sister elbowed him. His throat went dry sighting a quick glance at her again to confirm his doubtful mind, trapping a glass of water in his hold, he gulped down still in completely state of shook; He need to talk to her.

They'll allow us?.....They will, right? He thought to himself.

"I think.. Can they have a word with each other, in private?....... Obviously in my faithful presence." Dina, who seems like an angel turning Dameer thoughts into reality received a glare from their dear mother, who later looked over Namal's parents for permission.

His heartbeat paced up for no reason, he was sure nervous but did want answers.

The girl's parents shared a thoughtful glance nonetheless nodded as Naimal, her mother rested her hand on Namal's shoulder, who nervously stared her Mum while her mind knew what's coming from his side.

"You'll be okay, Amal."

"Obviously I do Mom. I know him before this, already." Namal muttered to herself biting her lower lip she could feel his straight gaze as he slowly rose from his seat along with sister by his side, helping with his support. Crutches.

"Huh?"

"No.. Nothing. I'll go they're waiting."

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"Alright soldiers, you can talk while I've my eyes on you.”

Dina cheered as soon as they were permitted to go out in the alluring backyard with dazzling flowers dancing with the wind, who flew with end of girl's hijab as Namal grip grew tighter.

“Okay, Bro. I'm leaving. Don't see my like that! Inform me once you're done! I'll be at the swing area—”

“But that's the other side of the backya–”

“Doesn't matter! Best of Luck! Have Fun while I've miiinee!” Dina chirped as she paced over the side waving at Namal, who horrifiedly objected as his sister was commanded to have a eye on the duo.

“Don't mind her please and I guess, you know already what I'm going to ask.”

“How are you doin'?” Namal fiddled with the hem of her hijab looking everywhere but meeting his intense questioning stare on her.

“No, that's wasn't something I was going to ask. I–”

“Can we sit and have a chat?” Namal suggested as her eyes sorrowfully went towards the crutches he held; it might not easy for him to stand for a while with it. Dameer gave a longing look for a moment and nodded going ahead to sit by the cozy patio of the backyard settling across the warm firepit in middle.

“Umm..You must want to ask, If and Did I knew it was you? Honestly no. I didn't. Not even the time we met at the subway. I came home to Mom informing me that they'll be a family coming for my alliance. I didn't know it was you until I sneaked through Mom's phone and saw your picture. Which ringed the bells in my slow dumb mind that I also saw you at a wedding too–”

“What? I don't remember seeing you anywhere. Which wedding are you talking about?” Dameer frowned trying to recollected last weddings he attended while Namal nervously shifted in her seat.

“Anzaal's sister's wedding? Anfal and Umair?”

“I don't know who Anzaal is but I do remember the wedding you're talking about. I can't recall even if I actually saw you, Pardon?”

“Dude, I know I'm not attractive but I remember we accidentally had a eye contact for a nano second because.... To be honest I was trying to reach out for the guy with you. Nahya–”

“Nahyan!” Dameer completed the name on her tongue, his eyes muddled up more questions and further nth shook as Namal brows knitted with puzzled expressions.

“Are you.... By any chance talking about Nahyan Zalman?” Namal slowly nodded at his query, who stared at her face for a second and sighed heavily before straighting his back.

“How do you know him?”

“You go first.”

“Oh'kay...Lets say together.” Namal stated as her frown deepen at Dameer's sudden demand, who now looked everywhere but her as he sigh heavier now and then nonetheless nodded at her suggestion.

“He was my best friend.” “He was my best friend.”

“WHAT!?” “WHAT!?”

“No, Wait! I'll go first, how was he your best friend?” Dameer spoke before she could, who covered up her shock as drowned in her thoughts.

“Namal?” Dameer snapped his fingers in front of her face to bring her back from crucial thinking while she bit her lip as things settle in her mind.

“Eh? Yeah.. I guess I slightly get it. Nahyan became my best friend in 7th grade. But before that we just use to be, any activity partner because of our initials. But right after sport day, he was suspended because he brought alot of fireworks supplies to school and lit all of them up at late night in our huge school ground, just because–”

“Just because a girl from school once wished that fireworks from school would be cool and amazing but they were caught by one of the cleaning staff.”

“How do you know that, Dameer. You weren't from our school as far as I remember.”

“I can tell you once you're done with your tale. But.... Was that girl... You?”

“Yeah..... Yes. It was me. He got suspended because of me. Though he was really bright student yet the principal had to suspend him for going against the rules. You might wonder if I got suspended too or not? No I wasn't.. Nahyan sternly asked to hide when the cleaner was about to catch us and I obviously didn't want him to caught alone. We were there because of me but you know, he's really stubborn.

He clearly told me that he wouldn't talk to me ever, if I don't go and hide myself safely somewhere and In a Heartbeat, I did what he said. Butt I never knew his words were so so serious, because he never came back after that awful 3 months of suspension. Some students said that he changed the school and some said He left the country. I didn't believe ever that time, but later I thought its true until I saw with you that day. He didn't change a bit.......Your turn.”

“Huh..Oh,Yeah.....Those students were true.. Thanks to you, he did changed his school and came to me.. Uh- I mean our school. His Dad didn't like how Nahyan was kind of bullied for being suspended because of a girl.. So he changed his school to the boy's one. That's were I met him and he became my first and last best friend.

I was what you call dumbest and weakest student and he was the brightest and brilliant, for that Nahyan was always paired up with me so that I could learn something from what he teaches....He thought me literally everything........Except how to live without him.”

“.... What do you mean?”

“H-He passed away. Four months back.”

Dameer gulped hardly looking the other way to wipe his traitor tear that couraged to drip down from the corner of his eyes leaving a Namal with loss of words and shock to core at the unwelcoming dreadful news.

“We were coming back from one of his outskirts adventures tours, just how he likes. Even though I and his father denied a lot of times, Nahyan had asked for a exclusive sports car for our return to the city. We met a major critical accident. In a Heartbeat he lost his life while I-I lost my reason for living. Nahyan Zalman. Similarly both were precious.... and now know you also know how I got these shitty crutches.”

Her pretty brown hazel orbs shone with tears as her eyelids pressed against while he absorbed the grief in her heart with tears brimmed behind while his heart dont feel lonely anymore as if it knew their's someone, who shares the same pain as his now or someone who he could share his grief with.. After a long time, it finally felt content, In a Heartbeat.

“He's a better place and let's just pray Allah makes it easy for him.” Namal's heart tighten as the words left her lips, it pained to realise she could never apologise for being the cause of his suspension.

“Aameen. You know.... When I asked him the reason for the shifting into new school.. Nahyan just said me the fireworks story but I knew there was more to it and later he added that he did it all for a girl, who was his best friend. And after that.. He never mentioned the girl's name except chuckling and mumbling to himself here and now just adding 'She was same', 'Remind me of her' or 'I wish she's was here!'....He liked you, alot.”

Dameer softly smiled darting his stunning green eyes into her hazel's, who smiled back sitting in serene silence as they looked around and gulped letting the fact how life works.

“Maybe... Its Fate.”

“Huh?” Dameer looked over herside attentively and silently taking in her soft facial features, the feels of spark in his heart lit a little more as he slowly they spent the moments together, does count even if its a second.

“Maybe it's fate, which wanted us to meet and know each other without knowing each other. Even on the subway today.. I don't usually say 'Take Care' to people I don't actually know, but I did to you and when I again came to know the guy looking for my alliance is you, and. In a Heartbeat, I knew what was going to be my answer. Maybe Nahyan might just a string to connect our.... Fates.”

“Perhaps, Fate also wish to have You and I to find a best friend in each other. Nahyan was there with You and I when no-one was and now. When Nahyan isn't with us. We've each other. But we or most likely you need to wait a lil more till I practically stand on my own feet.”

“You don't have to crack a lamest joke to ease the tension.” Namal rolled her eyes and stated, as her lips broke into a breathtaking warm smile while his lips softly quirked upwards as the string around fate tied the hearts into a strong knot.

“I need you like a heart needs a beat to make it forever. Will you be my forever?”

“In a Heartbeat.”

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"My Parents Warned Me About Drugs In The Street, But Never The One With Hazel Eyes And A Heartbeat." —Dameer Noraiz.

"My Every Heartbeat Is A Prayer For The Love, I Carry For You.” —Namal Kabeer.

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And Just Like That~
Dameer and Namal captured our Heartbeats, didn't they? I know it was like a alien from my side  but no worries! CHEERFUL SHOTS COMING SOON! In Sha Allah ♡

I would love know what do you think about this one shot, so that I'll try to make you happier with the further upcoming one shots.

New (short and hearty) plots ideas are warmly welcomed in pms. Let me know if you've got any! The credits will be given. Thank You.

—Love, Maaha.