Amara's POV

"You guys made it." Daamir greets us at the door.

"How could we not after that sweet text?" Zoya giggles.

His eyes widen and he nervously clears his throat. "This way."

We have never seen Daamir without his cool guy act. This is absolutely gold.

"Aren't you going to talk to your princess, Dina's Foolish Prince?" I tease Daamir as Dina pulls on my sleeve to try to stop me.

Daamir stops dead in his tracks as he brushes his hand through his hair. "Uh..."

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Beena smirks.

"Your friends are ruthless." He says to Dina while chuckling.

He slightly pulls Dina by her elbow and leans down to whisper something.

She looked reluctant at first but nods.

"Hey, guys... I'll be back." She says.

"You'll be okay?" Zoya asks, while eyeing Daamir with suspicion.

She nods and looks at her phone as a sign to tell her she'll contact us if anything happens.

"Don't mess with her if you want to still be able to use that baby making body part of yours." Beena threatens.

"Like I said, ruthless." He laughs.

"Should we go find your man?" Beena looks at her Zoya with a playful.

"Her man? What man? Why wasn't I informed?" I frantically look back and forth from Beena and Zoya.

"Rooble, duh! Haven't you seen the way they flirt with each other? It subtle but if you pay attention, you'll notice." Beena puts her arm around Zoya's shoulders. "Aren't I right, Zoya?"

Zoya starts choking.

"Ya Allah! You keep giving us advice but won't let us know about your feelings?" I frown.

"It's not like that. It's harmless flirting." Zoya shrugs it off.

"Until he asks your parents for your hand in marriage." Beena smiles.

"Guys! Stop!" Zoya groans. "Rooble can't know."

"I can't know what?" Rooble pops up from behind her.

"You can't know that Zoya's secretly a nerd." Beena quickly says.

"Oh? In what way?" He asks.

"She's a total nerd for... animes." It's not a lie. Zoya is an anime nerd.

"That's nothing to be ashamed about. In fact, that's really cute." He flashes Zoya a dazzling smile.

"Oohh." Beena and I say in sync as a tease.

I can tell Zoya felt the butterflies burst because she looks like she lost her balance for a second there.

"Have you guys seen Munir?" Beena asks.

"Oh, he went to the washroom. He'll be here in a couple of minutes." Rooble replies.

Daamir comes back with Dina, who's closely following behind him as red as a tomato.

"I'm going to take a quick guess that you two resolved your disagreements." I smirk.

"You could say that." Daamir winks.

Rooble looks at his watch and curses under his breath. "Fuck. Daamir! We need to gather everyone to announce the charity event right now while everyone is still here."

Daamir checks his watch and nods.

"Amara, could you do us a favour and bring Peter downstairs? He's the main coordinator for the charity. He left his phone with us when he went to freshen up." He says.

"Yeah. Don't worry. I'll go get it him." I say. "What charity?"

"Peter and his family run a charity auction every year to help raise money for immigrants and a few other things. It provides them with stability in sectors such as employment, money, housing, et cetera." Daamir says.

"We always announce the event at our most packed parties to raise awareness because it gets a lot of people, especially wealthy people, to show up at the auction." Rooble continues.

"Best part is that all proceeds go straight to the people in need. Not like the Bilal's need the money anyways." Daamir smiles.

"I'm... I'm impressed." I'm genuinely moved by this.

The girls agree.

"Is there a way to volunteer at this auction? I would love to help!" I say.

"Same here!" Beena says; Dina and Zoya chime in as well.

"Yes, of course. But again, Peter is the coordinator and if you could so kindly get him while we try to hype up the crowd." Daamir says.

"Yes! Of course! I'll be right back!" I head for the stairs.

I ask around a few people upstairs if they've seen Peter and they all pointed towards the room at end of the hall.

I knock but there isn't an answer. Obviously, he can't hear me. The music is so loud that even I couldn't hear the knocks.

I, then, decide to slightly open the door but still couldn't see anything because it's slightly dark.

I open the door fully to let light shine through. Slowly, as my eyes begin settling, I can make out three figures on the couch literally sucking each other's mouths off.

Gross.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't—P-Peter?" All of a sudden the music is just a distant sound and all I can hear is my own heart beating out of my chest.

A slow pain creeps through my chest, knocking the air out of my lungs. I clench my chest from the sudden pain, it feels like my heart is truly breaking.

"Amara? What are you doing here?" Peter asks as he slowly stands up. "Excuse me, ladies." He starts making his way towards me.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't form a single word. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes.

I'm overwhelmed by the hurtful emotions that are taking over my mind.

Without thinking, I start walking backwards, away from him.

Peter extends his hand to grab my wrist to stop me from going any further.

I violently shake off his grip.

"Let go of me!" I yell, my voice laced in clear pain.

"Amara, I don't understand—"

"Stop saying my name! I don't want to hear it out of your mouth! I don't ever want to hear it come out of your goddamn mouth!" I yell even harder.

Because whenever he says my name, my insides do a somersault, my heart goes numb, and all I want is to hear him say my name in his loving voice.

I turn around and break into a run. I don't know where I'm running to but I need to go.

I shouldn't be this hurt, he isn't even mine. He has every right to do whatever he wants and I have no right to get angry because he isn't mine.

But I couldn't help how this is ripping me apart. I'm not able to get myself under control fast enough because I wasn't sure where all of these emotions were coming from.

I feel my cheeks and it's full of so much tears that it seems like I've been crying for hours. I hadn't even realized I've been crying.

Once I stop running, I notice I'm in Daamir's backyard, the one that Peter brought me to the night I almost told him I did like him.

I look over at the bustling city and a sense of panic flushes through me.

I lean against the wall to support myself.

"What have I done?"

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