FF Ambivalence

Hello everyone! A little about myself before I begin this! I'm Sania, from Ontario, Canada, an 18 year old girl completely obsessed with Qubool Hai. I just finished my first year of university! (wohoo!) Anyways after a year or so of being a silent reader I finally got inspired by a couple of amazing writers to write a little something of my own. Please do let me know what you think of it, whether I should go on, (or stop!) what I should fix, ect. Anything is welcome! :)

TABLE OF CONTENTS

• PART 1: PAGE 1
• PART 2: PAGE 2
• PART 3: PAGE 3
• NOTE 1: PAGE 5
• PART 4: PAGE 5

Ambivalence: mixed feelings or emotions.

He was used to her. He was used to her shayaari, her badtameezi, her jeans, her messy hair, her bangs that fell right above her right eye, the dimples on her plump cheeks, her rose pink lipstick, her Allah Miyahs and most of all her fighting. He missed it. A lot. His eyes subconsciously searched for it. He knew he was wrong this time, and that he'd bought her to her breaking point. After all, isn't that what he had wanted all along? For her to just leave him alone? And she did.

That night, he wrongly accused her of hurting his ammi, the ammi that she so dearly loved herself, the ammi that she so lovingly called phoophi, the same ammi that after a short period of time felt like her very own ammi. He saw his ammi in the hospital and all he wanted to do was shove her away. His anger, as usual got the very best of him and he did something no man should ever do. He raised his hand against a woman. Whether it'd be someone he dearly loved, or a woman he desperately hated, she did not deserve that, and he sure as hell had no right to do that. He knew it. He'd known it the second he did it, the very moment he saw the fear in her beautiful black kohl eyes, that moment when she didn't say a word and walked away, the moment he had come home to find her gone, he'd known it for 2 weeks, 4 days, 3 hours and 24'25'26'seconds.

Love, Sania

I could do anything for him. Anything. He was with me when no one was. He took matter's in his own hands when he could see that I was losing hope. Anyways, who else do I have in this world to call my own? Of course, there are Aapi and Jeeju, but seriously, they have their very own problems to deal with, to be completely honest I feel like a guest in their home more than I do at Mr. Khan's place. It was my decision to stay at that party, even after he'd told me to leave. It was my decision to be so incredibly friendly with that girl, who somehow resembled how I felt on my own horrid wedding day, and it was definitely my decision to save that girls life when I figured out the nasty truth. He had nothing to do with it, and phuphi was completely out of the picture. Hell, he even saved my life when he oh so night and shining armour-ly came out of nowhere on that bike and asked me to hop on. Then how did this happen? Mr. Khan had every right to presume that I was somehow related to the shooting. Every right. After all, wouldn't you blame a person you hardly cared for? I know, he doesn't like me but deep down at the bottom of my heart I have hope that one day he may realise he doesn't hate me that much after all. Who am I kidding? ... That day can only be a dream in my dreadful nights.

Originally posted by: sasir

nice continue soon

Originally posted by: cosmina

wright now! i mean you should start for next part,yesterday👍🏼
barely waiting,thank you!

Originally posted by: mochhug

Two paragraphs and I'm hooked on your story like it's candy! Please please please continue! I LOVE your writing style :)