Untold Secrets

Chapter 14

Maybe I didn't choose this, Maybe I did. But whatever it is..it feels like a dream come true! I hope you stay forever and this special feeling too which has come back after many years. I am scared of it but oh! How much I want it to be there. You are special....You are mine A.M.

Kinza wrote this in her diary and smiled. She wrote in her diary occasionally, usually she wrote in it when she was happy, sad or confused about what she felt. She wrote in it when she couldn't express what she felt. She kept it with her wherever she went and not one single person had read her diary. She hugged her diary and kept it inside her wardrobe.

She prayed Namaz and video called Hayat. Kinza kept on talking and Hayat was happy to see this excited Kinza after a span of 7 to 8 years! She could sense Kinza's happiness and murmured a small prayer for Kinza in her mind. She missed this Kinza and she was happy that she saw that old smile on Kinza's face again. Hayat was disrupted in her thoughts when Kinza shouted, "Haaayyaaatttt I haven't thanked Aahil!"

"You mean the way you thank people? Magical way?" asked Hayat.

"Yesss yess! I have to go now! See you tomorrow this place is beautiful!" said Kinza with sparkling eyes.

"Well! You are writing isn't that something what you do for special people...whom you love" winked Hayat.

"Yeah so? He is special and he is my husband. Now go shushhh! Bye" laughed Kinza and hanged up the call to avoid embarrassment.

She picked up a piece of paper and wrote....

Dear Aahil, Smile is something that comes from within and even though I cried today, I had a smile on my face and that came from within! I really appreciate what you did for me. May Allah bless you and I hope you read this letter soon. Thankyou so much.

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Kinza folded this paper and kept it inside an envelope. She then placed it carefully in between Aahil's shirt's. Kinza always had this in mind that letters are magical and people read it not when the person who wrote them wants them to, but when Allah wants them to and that is when you feel the emotions at a time you never expected anything special to come your way. Letters are old ways of communication but are special. They might take time to reach but they make you smile wider, it feels as if you are the most special person because the other one thinks you are worthy enough to be written. After all who writes with pen and paper in the era of messages?

"Oyee? What are you reading" asked Aahil and bend down a little and came in between Kinza's face and the book.

"Umm..uhh you are SOO close" said Kinza emphasizing on the word 'so'

"Well! This book was closer and I am your mahram" said Aahil and winked.

Kinza hit Aahil slightly on his head with the book and Aahil fake cried. He moved back and asked her, "You love reading books. Don't you?"

"Yessss!! I loveeeeee reading them! They are my happy place" said Kinza stretching the word 'love'

"And what do you like to read?" asked Aahil

"Everything" said Kinza cheerfully.

"Woahhoooo...And since what age are you reading books?"

"Since I remember I exist! In the start, I read Disney books! I loved Tinker Bell and Pinocchio was my crush!" said Kinza laughing aloud.

Aahil rolled his eyes, laughed and said, " How innocent and cute!"

"Yeah...not anymore" said Kinza dejected.