𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 | Shubman Gill fanfic

ONE

.Noor Hydari.

Its that time of the year again, when people celebrate this occasion. Diwali. Where people celebrate it with love, light, happiness and togetherness.

I have always fond of this, I always wanted to celebrate this festival, with the way every other person do. But that day never came. I grew up in a household where my guardians were not my guardian but more like a burden.

They always say "stay happy & stay positive."
But why don't they tell us, "how to stay happy and positive." ?

I don't understand today's people. Always engrossed in their social life. They never look up from their phone and realises that what they are showing to the world is full of their figment of imagination. Fake.

I open my eyes as I heard alarm buzzing beside my bed, I reach by side and stopped it by touching it.

I think I should stop setting my alarm because I don't sleep and there's no point of alarm when you don't or can't sleep.

I sat straight up and turned to look at the window. It's a sunny day today.. I looked at the clock, it's 7 in the morning.

I yawned and got up to take a shower. I changed into a blue shirt and blue jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror. The dark circles around my black eyes denotes that I didn't slept last night also. But the bloodshot eyes denotes that I also cried again last night. I applied a cream on face before leaving my house.

I went straight to my car. As I sat inside my car, my phone rang making me jump on my seat. It was none other than my assistant, Nayla. I picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hey, Noor. We have 6 clients today. I've sent you the schedule. Check it out and be on time. Have a great day ahead." Nayla ended the call before listening my response that was supposed to be 'hmm' but anyways.

Nayla Smith have been working with me from the past 3 years. We had met in Australia and from then only we are together. When I look at her, I see sunshine that always shines bright no matter what.

But then there's is me.

I am a therapist by profession , who helps people get over from their pain.

But a depressed soul by heart.

It's not just my profession but it has been my hobby from my childhood only. If I'd see any person who would look sad, I'd instantly go to them and talk to them.

But it never happened to me actually.

I have always been a person that ensures people that it's okay to be sad sometimes and that I'll be always there for them.

But people never came to me. Never.

I drop my phone in my purse and start the engine as I drive my car to the nearest cafe I always end up at.

I pull the door and I spot Amara sitting on one of the table we always occupy.

I took a sigh before going to her. As she spots me, shoots me her bright smile.

"Hey, my Noor. Did you had your good morning?" She asked as I sat across her. The waiter came with my hot coffee as soon as I sat. I thanked her and then moved my attention to her.

"I don't think so." I said as she chewed her sandwich. "You didn't slept last night too." She sighed. "Noor, this is not good okay, if you will not sleep and keep over think about that, you will have bad circumstances."

I looked at her and then sipped my coffee.
"But you also know this, That I can't control this whole thing. I can't help it. I lay on my bed but end up creating those scenarios." I said.

"I know. You create those scenes that you wished that had happened on that day rather  than what happened actually. Right?" She said.

"See Noor, what happened that night was not in your hand. What happened, happened because god wanted-" I cut her off.
"God wanted to snatch the most precious thing away from me?" My voice became cold and blood boiled inside me.

"Amara, I know you are trying to help me but I would say, don't. Helping me would make you tangle in my life too. So please let just be it." I said and Amara went silent. She had still eyes. She didn't had something to say.

Looking in her soft light brown eyes instantly made me regretted what I said.

I placed a hand on her and mouthed a sorry. She is trying to help me. But even I can't help it. Because I'm not going to be okay.

She shook her head and then gave me her brightest smile again. "It's okay Noor. But just take care of yourself." She said tapping on my hand and then continued her breakfast.

Amara Merchant, a soul of sunshine. We are best friends from our childhood. We had met in our school, I remember going to her and asking if I could borrow her history book in class 8 because I didn't had the book.

She has been the nicest to me since then, she not just gave me her book that day but also gave me her heart and her forever presence beside me. From then only we are walking side by side.

I had lost everything in my life, but she stood still beside me, assuring that she is always there for me.

Amara is the only one I pray for. Because she is the only one that is in my life till now. And I don't wanna let her go. I don't wanna loose her. Not after I have lost everything.

We had our breakfast and then we went to the court for Amara's court hearing. It's our routine before heading to my office we spend some time together in the morning. Be it a cafe or a court.

She is a lawyer. A magnificent one. One of the most successful lawyer. I can't deny the fact when I watch her talk in the court, everybody stops and listen.

And like any other case, she won this case too.
She came to me with a bright smile with her client Nikhil. Who was accused of taking a life of someone. But he is found innocent.

"Congratulations." I passed a smile to both of them. And they both reciprocated.

~~~~~

It was a long day just like any other day. I had 6 people today who came to me to seek peace. Every other person was consumed by pain. It feels so similar sometimes. Similar to their situation.

I stop my car in my driveway as I step outside the car with my purse. When I open my Main door I stop and kneel down as I spot a box covered with a pink flower paper and a pink hibiscus flower on top. A card tucked with the flower. It said "from Gills".