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Chapter 1: I Met You... But...

It was yet another tiring day for Asad. Being a reporter in a well-known magazine was not some easy job. It requires a lot of dedication and attention. The work pressure will manifold if you have just transferred to the new city and you are running behind brokers to arrange for an accommodation. For how long can he depend on a hotel room?

As he stood under the hot shower in his hotel room he felt all the fatigue of the day wash away from him. He was relaxed and was ready for yet another session with a broker madly searching for room.

***(@)***

"Sir, I have arranged a house for you. The owner of the house want a paying guest. Will it be okay for you?"

Asad scrunched his eyebrows in frustration. The last thing he wanted was to share the room.

"Look, I told you, I don't want to share my room. So it will be better if you provide me some other arrangements."

"Sir, who is telling you to share your room? You will be provided with a separate room and kitchen."

Not bad, thought Asad. He was somehow satisfied with this answer.

***(@)***

As they stood outside the small but elegant house waiting for the owner, Asad's eyes wandered off to the nearest park where he could see kids were playing. His wandering eyes caught the attention of a particular figure, precisely, a beautiful girl in her early twenties. Her large eyes being the prominent factor in her beauty, she was breathtaking. She had worn a yellow color floral dress with yellow dangling earrings. There was not even a single touch of make up in her face except Kajal.

What attracted him most was her smile and childishness. She was distributing sweets to the kids. When one of the kids kissed her cheek, she threw her head back and laughed thus killing Asad with her dimples. Her dimples! He felt like he has never seen such a killer dimples before.

He snapped out of his trance as he saw her walking towards his direction. Caught staring red-handed, he started panicking as he imagined the worst case scenarios. He felt relief wash over him as he saw her walk past him. But again in the next moment his breath hitched as he saw her talking with his broker. After a quick conversation they were led inside.

***(@)***

The house was as beautiful inside as it looked from outside. As they settled down in living room he eyed his surroundings taking in the beauty of the house. It was spacious and comfy with enough furniture. But what caught his attention was the weird color combination of pillows in the couch. The pillows were of different color and not at all matching to the interior of house.

"Sir, meet the owner of this house, Zoya Farooqui and Ms. Farooqui, meet Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan."

Asad's jaw dropped to the ground as he realized he is going to share this house with the beauty in front of him. He couldn't believe his ears. He started coughing hard. He could see Zoya sprinting off to somewhere much to his relief. He took the time to compose himself. After a minute he saw her coming towards them with a glass in her hand. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he saw her extending the glass, not to him, but to the vacant space on his right.

"Please have this water. You will feel better"

And then it hit him. The way she walked past him, the weird color combinations of the pillow, the glass, everything... He painfully realized, the beautiful eyes which bewitched him from the very moment he saw her, are engulfed in poor darkness. Yes, she is blind.