Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 15

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 15

She clearly noticed that he’d stopped himself from saying something reallu important. But she didn’t insist.

“Do you cry?” She asked, observing him very closely.

“What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?’ As usual, he asked bavk, instead of giving her proper answer. “Of course you won’t prefer crying in such circumtances. Will you?”

“What does it take to make you happy?”

“Are you writing my biography, Deeba?” He asked evenly. He looked somewhat impressed by the way she was asking questions today, very fluently and confidently. She didn’t look like the girl who had met him before.

She smiled in answer. “No,” She said decently. “The purpose of asking all these questions is different.”

“Why do you give a damn anyway?” He asked as his lips twisted into a parody of smile.

She swallowed, shaking her head. “You’d know the purpose later.”

“So,” She carried on, ” You became so popular in such a short time. How does it feel to be famous?”

“I never wanted popularity. I got it without my will.” He said firmly, sliding his glasses slightly up on his nose with a delicate touch of his index finger.

“You look like you’re in pain Sir. Like someone has really hurt you, wounded you, more than you can bear.” She said with sympathetic honesty.

No one has hurt me.” He told her. ” I hurt myself.”

“How?”

He turned his gaze to the ceiling.

“Hatred is like acid. It destroys the vassel that holds it.”

“I’m sure that’s very deep, but I’m afraid you’ve lost me.” She leaned toward him. “That’s one of the things that drive me crazy about you. You can never simply say yes or no. Why do you always answer a question with a cryptic remark or, worse, another question?”

“Do I do that?” Turning to face her, he shot her a crooked smile, but his eyes gleamed like cool metal.

Her eyes couldn’t rise up.

“I sometimes wonder how calm you sound!”
Deeba said, amazed.

“It’s one thing I learned from her……” He wanted to stop himself, but it was too late. He regretted this very moment. It occured to him that, today; someone wanted him to break all of his rules and principles.

He then slid a knowing glance at Deeba.

“Probably you’re now thinking what
happened to me, right?” He said
quietly. “Perhaps, you’re thinking that I was a failure in love or something like that.” He laughed emptily.

She praised his fine, telepathic mind.

He released a long weary breath, “I guess there isn’t anything else I can say, is there?”

“Tell me about her.”

She said anxiously.

He met her gaze squarely, though the lamplight glinting on his lenses made it impossible to see his eyes. But then, she thought she could almost see a tear trickling down his cheek.

He leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, looking more tired and hurt than ever, his eyes were half lidded, hiding the waters underneath, shading them.

Pulling her lips between her teeth, she scanned the persian carpet at her feet, nodding jerkily. “I…..I’m sorry,” She whispered after a taut minute.

Although she had guessed it, but suddenly it made her more uncomfortable than ever.

And then, she was hit by a horrible truth. She wanted very badly to have this man to tell his story to her. There was something about him that touched her deep inside, something unnamable, risky, considering the fact that he’d recently admitted there was some woman who had……

He looked up at her, his expression serious but not angry. “What else do you want to know now?”

“Each and every thing sir.” She whispered,
her voicr full of curiosity. “Right from the beginning.”

“Who was she?” She asked automatically.
But seeing his reaction, she hated herself for asking such a stupid question. It was all very much obvious.

He groaned. His eyes grew cold and he cast her a heavy-lidded glance.

“I…I can’t.” He said huskily, his throat tear clotted.

“Just try to relax.” She said. “I think you need to talk about that sir.”

“Something’s been eating at you for a long time.” She added softly.

He darted a mutinous look her way, and in it, Deeba witnessed the shadow of his sadness and its vile complexity, raw and very close on the surface. Somehow she knew that, today, he was going to tell her things he’d kept bottled
for years. Nothing to help him on his difficult journey.

His eyes blazed into hers.

“That’s true,” He agreed straightly, unexpectedly.

Her breathing became rapid, short and fast, and her heart began to beat so loudly that she immediately began to fear that perhaps Aariz would hear it.

“Talk to me, Sir!” She heard herself again and again.

He leaned forward, propping his chin on his other hand. His eyes were closed, his lips drawn in a fierce line. After nerve-racking moment, he faced her.

Deeba forced herself not to ask question this time. He had to tell the story in his own way.
Aariz dropped his gaze and seemed to go
inward.

Let him say it! Her mind warmed. Let him get it out. The pain of doing that will cauterize the wound.

He paused for a moment before he said,

“Her name was……..”