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Ch 38.

Hey birdies!

OMG! I swear I was going to update hours ago!!! I slept -.-

The new cover with Shehry's new muscles wali selfie *_* (but the muscles are missing here LOL /.\ )

Ok so, someone asked me to put translations in the brackets for Hindi/Urdi phrases. I have decided to keep the dialogues english now Because it's easier that way. BUT there are phrases that sound better in Hind/Urdu..... So I'll try my best to give translations for those - whenever I use them. No promises though. Because I only write phrases in Hindi/Urdu when I am unsure about how to make them sound as effective in english too /.\ /.\ <3

HappyReading <3

~~~SHEHRY's POV~~~

"Kuch zada hi pasand aa gayi hai," I chuckled. Asmaara looked up at me and smiled, "bohot."

"Dene wale se bhi zada?" I asked, glancing at her. "Ab dene wale ki choice itni achi hai toh main kya karoo?" She answered my question with a question. I shook my head and looked ahead of me.

We were talking about the ring that I gave her. For the past half an hour, the only thing she has been doing is staring at the ring. But I am not surprised at all since it was the first design that pleased my eyes too. The moment I stepped inside the store, I knew I wanted that ring to be on her finger. I wish I could select her engagement ring too but, mom will be doing that.

"Shehry?" She whispered. "Hmm?" I replied, still looking at the view in front of me.

"How come you never hated me in past three years?" She asked, slipping her hand under mine. I frowned, "hate you for what?"

She looked down at her hands while I watched her from the corner of my eye, making sure to not make her feel uncomfortable with any eye contact. She looked up again, frowning and looking somewhat disappointed, "For.... For hurting you. For not loving you back."

I turned to her and tried to study her expressions. They were so dark; I couldn't see where this conversation was coming from.

"For not loving me back?" I chuckled and then sighed, "honestly, I tried a few times."

She silently nodded and looked away again. I placed my index finger under her chin to make her head turn in my direction, "but, I could never."

I didn't fail to notice the shimmer in her eyes.

"How are you so selfless? So patient with me all the time?" She frowned at the ground and ran a hand through her hair, "it... It.. It s-scares me sometimes. What if- what if I .. I don't live up to your expectations?"

Seeing her worried over nothing serious, I sucked in a deep breath and held her still by her shoulders, "love is never about what you can get in return, Asmaara. Its not about expectations. It's about what you can give. And I am not selfless at all.... Trust me, I am very selfish. Seeing you happy is my selfish reason why I am so patient with you. I want you to smile because that's what brings a smile to my face."

Cupping her cheeks, I made her head tilt upwards so I could look into her eyes. She held my wrists and I took a step closer to her, "I want to love you because I want to spend my life with the girl who held my gaze the moment I saw her..... You remember the first time we met, right?"

She blinked, nodding at me and I smiled warmly at her, "you probably don't even know but, I saw you through the cafe's window that day and It was the first time I wanted to approach someone.... I had never looked at a girl in that way."

I paused and chuckled, remembering that day. She looked so cute while giggling at something with Paige and Jessica.

"After Hussain and Preet's fight, you guys left and I didn't think I'll ever see you again. But, then when we saved you from those goons and you smiled at me..... Damn! I can't even put that feeling into words," I grinned at the reminder of that tingling feeling. That I still feel whenever she is around me. Until it actually happened to me, I didn't know that boys can also feel what girls address as 'butterflies.'