Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 2

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 2

He closed his eyes to minimize the intense expression of pain. Then, after taking few deep breaths, he began to write once again.
I will not talk about my dark, ill past. But for sure, at present, her love is the greatest present for me.
I love her not only for what she had made of herself but also for what she was making of me.
I love her for the part of me that she brought out.
“Did ‘she’ love me?”
Yes certainly. No other woman will ever love me like the way she did. Noone else will ever stand by me like her.

Finishing his last word, he stopped writing, took off his fine, neat, half-framed spectacles and blew off a long, cold, lonely sigh. Tipping his head back on the headrest of the easy chair, he finally closed his eyes.
“You look good in glasses”. Her wispher was very near.
“Huh?” He turned quickly to locate the source. Not here and there, she was nowhere.
He was alone in his room. Memories were like endless rain for him. Once began, they would never stop. As her voice faded with his consciousness, he thought he felt a tear strike his cheek.

The wind was particularly cold and wet, even for December in Karachi. Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, he stood up from his place and opened the side window. Sharp and cold wave of wind hit him full in the face, a stream of air with strong noise of sea waves nearby.

Thank God for the wind! It broke the silence.
Through the huge plain glass window, he stared at the beach of white sand that seemed almost to glow in the moonlight. Long white breakers came out of the night and broke on the shore. Far out at sea, mysterious offshore lights winked and moved steadily along.
With a long breath, he smelled the sea-scented air and closed his lashes. As soon as his anatomical eyes closed, his imaginative eyes opened and from the fantastic window of imagination, she came in front of him, like always. Smiling! Everything about her was absolutely beautiful. Even her appearance, he thought.
What to say about her external beauty and looks…….

If beauty is limited, then she has its final limit.
Smiles were not very usual feature of her personality.
“Because of myself.” He thought painfully. “Yes I didn’t give her much chance to smile. Rude, brutal, animal-like, I was like a sharp knife for her.”
“You act as if you were God Almighty, but I know what you’re really like! You’re a……a……bad-mannered, ill-tempered….savage!” His own conscience showed him the mirror.

Although he had not seen her smiling alot still he thought that flowers used to bloom when she smiled. Yes, her smile was as innocent as a young flower bud, as fresh as a sweet and scented morning breeze.
Apart from her smiles, he always wondered what was so “different” in her appearance. She sure had something unique and powerful in her face that always differentiated her from the other women. Only now he found out what made her face and her personality so different and impressive. Yes, it was that particular glory, that specific charisma, which comes only on the faces of those women who have strong character and firm principles. Who never comprimise on their beliefs and who observe…….