This chapter is dedicated to my friend OptimumBoss

Her birthday is coming up. Happy birthday to you my friend. You're awesome.

Soha's pov:

The next two weeks I spent, were the most boring days of my life. I wondered that how did I use to spend time before knowing Rahat. Reading books on wattpad? Going for long drives alone or sometimes with Mahi and Mihad? It seemed like I enjoyed those things a lot. Not that I used to get a lot of free time after running a not so small business as well as trying to complete my graduation.

I did spend quality time with my family, especially my lil sister, Zaima. I also went to the school that I had built for the dropout kids frequently with a hope to forget about what happened a few weeks ago. But at the end of the day, when I entered that confined space which was my room, I felt lonely.

I tried to read one of my favorite books in order to kill time, but it failed to bring me the joy that I had felt whenever I talked or more like chatted with Rahat.

What did I use to do before creating the fake account?

I groaned remembering those countless times when Mahi, Mihad or the other family members tried to include me in their own fun activities only to get me out of my shell. Mahi used to take me with her to parties, Mihad tried to include me in whatever he thought could be fun. Hell! Even Zaima invited me to her tea parties and made me dress like a princess instead of her. I didn't enjoy any of those things and that way their efforts went in vain.

Actually there was a lot of things that I could have enjoyed. For example- A home theater, a jacuzzi, company of a bunch of old people. . .

Darn! A bunch of old people are waiting for me!

'Neer' was an old age home that ammu dreamt of establishing. As her will, abbu got a journal in which she had written all of her dreams down. Abbu built this home in less than a year but I wasn't aware of it. One day he took me there when I was drowning in the sea of depression and fighting my "illness" as they would have called it.

When I first came here, and saw that those old people had no one to call their own but still they were clinging onto a ray of hope and expecting to live their lives for themselves. Those old people showed me the way to. . . . life again.

Doctors had failed to find out my mental condition after that life changing incident as I refused to speak. The psychiatrists were being changed as any of them were unable to make me speak of the incident and get anything out of me. Some of them just diagnosed me with severe case of depression, and later anger issues as I started lashing out on them for irritating me.

When everything was going downhill, one day abbu took me to the old age home. I didn't know why he thought that it was a good idea to take me there. But now I knew, it was a life changing experience for me.

I remembered clearly those exact words that abbu said on the way back home.

Those people you saw in that house, have nobody else to live for other than themselves. It was your mother's dream to take these people in, to give them shelter and love. I've given them a shelter. It's your turn to give them the love they deserve. She wanted those people to live the rest of their lives in nothing but happiness.

She would've wanted the same for you. You know life doesn't end here. Think about your mother. Won't she be in pain watching you wasting your life away?

That was the turning point of my life. I started going to therapies willingly, and cooperated with the doctors. Whenever I felt like I needed some peace of mind or inspiration for staying strong, I came to visit these people.

Right now was obviously one of those moments, so I found myself knocking on their door. I hoped that they would help me to keep him out of my mind.

It's good in a way because now I don't have to go through the dreadful moment telling him about the truth.

I shook my head trying to forget about him and everything.

Rahat's point of view:

I needed a calculator to count the amount of time I tried to visit Soha's profile. But every time her name was black that meant I was still in her blocked list.

The thing disturbed me most was I was unaware of the offense that I supposedly made. We exchanged more than 36 thousands of words in last two months. It was pretty amazing while it lasted. Even Shujaat was surprised because it was something new for me to just talk about almost anything without worrying or vice versa.

I tried to make a list of things that we hadn't talked about.

About my father

Truth and dare game

About what she looks like

I couldn't remember anything else that we needed to talk about. The thing about my father was the only one that I didn't want to discuss with her. And I knew that same was for her mother. She avoided talking about her mother as if it was something painful for her at least more painful than usual. All I knew that her mother was no more. But I didn't want to pressure her into telling me the details. Because I wouldn't have wanted to tell about my father under pressure.

About playing truth and dare, even though I knew she would've made fun of me, I wanted to play that silly game with her for once.

I was thinking about asking for her picture before she blocked me. I just wanted to be able to put a face on the imaginary structure who was behind those texts.

My mind was jumping from one thought to another while trying to find a way out to get in touch with her. I knew she'd think of me as a loser or clingy. But I had to know the reason for blocking me out of the blue. It hurt mostly because I took this friendship very seriously. I thought I found a girl who could see the good in me.

"You're still stuck on the block list?" Shujaat asked as he put the coat on the hanger. It was pretty cold outside as today was 22nd of December.

"Yeah."

"I've an idea."

"What is it?" I was genuinely curious.

"You could use my account to text her and talk to her or whatever." His idea was actually great. 

"What if she doesn't reply or blocks your account too?" Sometimes I just wanted to punch myself in the gut for acting like a fool.

"You wouldn't know unless you text her. Do it if you think it's worth a shot." He pushed the cellphone towards me.

He's right. I don't care about what she thinks of me. I've to know where did I go wrong. I want to let her know that my friendship wasn't fake. I truly thought of her as my friend.

I saw that his account was logged in already. I didn't want to peep into his personal life, so without delay, I typed her name and searched her up. Thank god the privacy was public so I could text her without any problems.

"What should I write?" I muttered. I typed a few messages but ended up removing every time.

"It seems like a charmer like you having trouble writing a simple message." The owner of the cell phone chuckled at my dilemma.

"Put yourself in my shoes once, then we'll talk." I glared.

"I'm good." He said putting his hands up in surrender.

"You can simply start with saying hi?" He suggested. "It's pretty entertaining though watching you fretting over this. Who knew you could be like this."

"Like what?" I asked frowning.

"Like this, worrying over a simple text."

I decided not to hear any of his rubbish and concentrate more on texting.

Me: Hey, can we talk?

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