A short story
We Fell In Love, But She Belonged To My Brother
Her name was Faridah.
The moment I set my eyes on her, my world became inflamed with passion.
Without hesitation, I walked up to her.
"Hi. I'm Abdoul," I said as my eyes became fixated on her lips.
She smiled like she'd read my mind.
"Well, in that case, Abdoul," she stopped for a while to look at me. "I think tonight's your lucky night!" She giggled.
There was something about the way she said my name. It was kind and comforting but mischievous.
"Oh yeah?! How do you mean?" My curiosity was high as a drug.
"How could someone be so smart, yet so clueless?" She laughed.
Still confused, I fixed my gaze on her.
"Go on, tell me."
She leaned into me and whispered...
"It's your lucky night to kiss me."
My jaw dropped in amazement as the words parted her lips. She was flirting with me, and I loved every second of it. Excitedly, I pulled her in for what seemed to be the most ecstatic moment of my life.
Two months in, Faridah & I were going on vacations together. We explored various interests whilst basking in passionate moments ordained by the universe.
"I love you, Faridah," I told her on a cool Sunday evening.
"I love you more, Abdoul."
It was perfect. She was perfect.
The coming weeks passed, and I didn't hear a word from her.
My world felt sad.
She didn't respond to my messages, and she never returned my calls. So, I stopped trying at some point.
Until...
I attended a family gathering occasioned by my brother. He wanted to introduce his fiancée. I had no expectations whatsoever.
Yet, there she sat. Hand-in-hand with Saheed, acting like I was invisible.
How could someone be so cruel? I wondered. But then I remembered what she once said to me:
"How could someone be so smart, yet so clueless?"
We fell in love, but she belonged to my brother.
A painful reality I had to accept. I needed to move on...
The End
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