Context:The story "Misreading" (misunderstanding),is being narrated by a women who experienced a regretful love experience and is telling about it to her friends.
Female narrator:Sabrina leh
Male character:Hishar Ahmed
Narrator's friend:Hisba Maryam
Hisba:Hey sabi! you've never once even told us about your love experience!Tell us today!
Sabrina:Oh...my love experience huh?..it's a long one tho..are you in?
Hisba: Ofcourse!!
Sabrina:
As far as I remember it was somewhere in the beautiful fall season of October making its way to cold December that seems like nothing but a series of horror,the harsh cold that makes its way inside the skin like it would never let go in the end is perished away like a fading memory by the warmth only lucky ones achieve Alas!for the ones who are unable to get it at all..And guess what,my story is somewhat like that.
"Hishar" was the light of my eyes to me it was like I couldn't breathe without him today exactly it's been 4 years since we've departed our ways.It still drives me crazy,the fact that I liked a guy like him at some point,But back then the poor me wanted nothing but him.
My heart wouldn't stop beating when he gave me a begging second chance...awful isn't?I had to beg for love at one point...I questioned "Oh lord! either you take my soul or keep him away from me"
It was a preety ordinary day when some nonsense possessed me that I accepted his request on snapchat and had chit chats with him...He didn't take long to say "Can we be best friends?"and I felt comfortable enough and I couldn't say no which I damn wish I did.He seems so nice in the beginning it didn't even feel like I would come to hate him more than anything else.It still feels fresh the wound he left.
Why did I even talk to him?Why did I let him kiss me?Why did I let him scream at me?Why did I let him get into my head so much?and the worst I could do was Going back...We stopped talking on a bad note so I somehow wanted to explain the things I needed to...But guess what...Nothing went my way.He changed so much in 2 months that felt like a measure of 2 seconds.He was treating me like shit and being so rude it was ripping my heart.No one ever talked to me like that and I could even tell him that.
I'm not saying I don't like people who aren't jealous over their partner but going all the way in it and making her plead,cry and beg only because she's going to a weeding with her mother that she has no reason to not go to? Congrats mate, you've successfully traumatized the shit out of her.
An incident made me a slut in his eyes while it was just my angry bursting out because I never felt a sense of being loved,taken care of or being in a relationship rather it only felt like I was in a jail,forced to do things that I didn't like,Handel so much emotional blackmail.He didn't even care of me being comfortable or not.He really was running my peace,comfort,mental stability, sanity and educational life.Too much mentioned right?Sorry but this is the least I can say to explain.........