A/N: Trigger warning - Anxieties, panic attacks, depression are explicit in the chapter. Don't read if you get triggered by them. Nothing in detail.
Author's POV:
Noor sat down on her seat. It was a fifteen hours flight. She adjusted herself to be somewhat comfortable. Pondering over the thoughts going on in her mind, she felt her eyes sting again. This stupid tears uses to come out too much these days. She clutched the ring she wore on her left hand.
'I hoped to walk with you holding your hand for eternity, I wanted to look at you forever to capture you for me to look at always, to make you see what you actually are. I always wanted to be the first one to taste your new dishes and also learn them from you. I wanted to live every moment with you so when I die I wouldn't have any regrets. I remember everything about you and I know they will be all crystal clear to me till my last breath. The way we conversed first, the way your small smile turned into peals of laughter and how infectious it seemed. The ice cream sessions, sharing of earpods, drenching in the rain together. Those cute smiles, those explanations, the chef Shaharyar, my daddy's boy and of course the great business man Shaharyar Munawar Khan will always be the death of me. You will always own my heart. Thank you for being the angel in my life. I love you Mr. Shaharyar Munawar Khan and I will always do till the last breathe. Goodbye!'
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"Janab, kya aap sach mein itne bewakoof hain.." Faahi asked.
"Ab toh bolke bhi koi faayda nahin hain Faahi Bhai, wo already jaa chuki haan.." Sarmad said.
"Kya bol rahe hon tum dono?" Shaharyar asked.
"Yahin ke main apna sir konse deewar par marun.." answered Saad.
Faahi and Sarmad sighed.
"Bhai, kya ho gaya hain. Aap ko ab bhi samajh nahin aa raha kya?" Sarmad asked.
"Kya?" Shaharyar asked.
"Ye jo restlessness tumhe ho rahi hain wo kis wajah se ho rahi hain.." Faahi said.
"Aisa kuch bhi nahin hain.."
"Aap kise jhoot bol rahe hain janab, aur kyun?" Faahi asked.
"Pichle adhe ghante se aap uss already clean shelf ko clean kiye ja rahe hain, aur keh rahe hain sab thik hain?"
"Aisa aap sirf tabhi karte hain jab aap pareshan hote hain." Faahi said.
"Tum log kuch bhi soch rahe hon, ye messed up hain iss liye main clean kar raha hoon."
"Noor aapki kya lagti hain Bhai?" Saad asked.
Shaharyar stood there baffled.
"Kya matlab?"
"Simple sa sawal hain bhai, kya lagti hain woh aapki?" Sarmad too joined.
"Dost hain woh meri.."
"Sirf dost.." Faahi asked.
"Nahin.. Sirf dost nahin hain woh.."
The other three looked at him with expecting faces all ready to smile.
"Sirf dost nahin, best friend hain woh meri.."
The three sighed heavily.
"Accha, Sirf best friend. Toh hum bhi toh tumhare best friend hain. Humari pasand ka khana to tumne aaj tak nahin banaya, hamari har chhoti badi baat to nahin pata hain tumhe, humare aage piche to nahin mandrate tum.." Faahi asked.
"Faahi kya bole jaa raha hain. Tum dono hi mere best friends ho par dono ki alag alag jagah hain na.."
"So you mean to say ki best friends main categories hoti hain, best friend no. 1 and no. 2.. like that."
