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Mission Impossible.

Every night she cried herself to sleep. Every day she would be brave and face the world. There was no one to take care of her. She was in the amidst of an endless equation including depression, sadness, no happiness and so on. She was not a person who hoped, she was a person who believed. Truly. She needed somebody to fight with, somebody whom she could be clingy, witty and exasperating with. Those were long roads with no sight of light. Those were deep, dark forests with no way out. She had entrapped herself in a maze created by herself, but no way out. At least not according to her. There was no way she could get out of that dark, depressing maze or to happiness to get in. She was at such a stage, she didn't desire anything anymore. She didn't desire the colors of life. She didn't desire the happiness. She believed she couldn't be happy, little did she know what God had in store for her. All she did desire was to God to make her living easy. She didn't complain. She didn't whine. She just kept growing mountains of regrets, sadness and despair inside her. Silently, she kept building a storm inside her, just for the right time to unleash. She just prayed the night prayer and held her hands in dua, and merely asked for what God thinks better for her. That's where he enters the story. Within hours of that dua, he's in her life. She feels things deeply, he doesn't. She was the most selfless person he's ever seen, and he was the most selfish person person she's ever seen. She wanted him for her universe and he wanted her to be just his. He couldn't share and although he resisted his demons for quite a while, at a point they got too violent and he just had to let them tear that wall apart and get out. The way words flew out those days, he wasn't exactly proud of them but at least he was satisfied that there was no dishonesty between them. It changed everything. EVERYTHING. Mission impossible suddenly seemed like a possibility to him. Although he had no hopes, he just had his beliefs. And belief and faith are beautiful things.

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