AmieZiel — A Incomplete Love Story

Meanwhile, Kiara and Naaz had also reached their flat. Both were a bit tired, but the conversation they'd had was still spinning in their heads. Lines of worry had begun to form on Naaz's face now.

"Did you hear what he said? He said he's a thief, and that his own family threw him out of the house. Now he himself has admitted that he's a criminal! What excuse do you want to give now, Kiara?"

"Oh come on, he was joking... Didn't you get that?" Kiara replied, wearing an expression that was part confused and part annoyed.

"No, Kiara. He was serious. You yourself confirmed it. Don't you have even a little bit of sense?"

"I feel maybe he was telling the truth. Or maybe... maybe he did it out of some helplessness," Kiara answered, lost in deep thought.

"But just think about it, Naaz—if someone is really a criminal, would he admit it so easily?"

Naaz paused for a few moments, thinking deeply, and then said,

"Grrrr... Whatever it is, he's not the right guy. I think you like him, and that's why you're not getting the hints I'm seeing."

"Stop it, Naaz! You are overreacting. I just found him interesting, that's why I talked to him. That's all!"

Naaz tried to say something, but Kiara raised her hand to stop her.

"I'm not stupid. I know what I'm doing. Don't take it so seriously."

"I think you're right... I like him."

Naaz's face turned even more serious.

"You think I'm overreacting. I'm trying to tell you something, but you're just not getting it."

"You know what! I'll prove to you that he's not the right guy."

"Naaaaz! Come on! I know you care about me, but things aren't how you think they are. Everything is fine."

"I'm not listening. I will prove what I'm saying, and then you'll understand me. I will prove this."

Kiara wanted to say something more, but before she could, Naaz walked into her room and shut the door behind her. After that, neither of them spoke for several hours.

Around 6 in the evening, Naaz came out of her room and silently walked into the kitchen. She started preparing dinner. Kiara quietly joined her and began helping, without saying a word. There was still a heavy silence between them.

The dinner table was set. They sat across from each other and began eating without saying a word. In the middle of that silence, Kiara softly said,

"I am sorry..."

Naaz looked at her. By that time, her anger had already begun to melt. She gave a small smile and gently nodded,

"It's okay... just be careful."

For the next few days, Kiara didn't speak to Amie at all. No greeting, not even a casual hello—just a passing glance, a short, polite smile, and then back to her half-finished tasks. It was as if everything had been left beyond an invisible line—and that line's name was Naaz.

But the things that don't escape through the lips often dissolve somewhere between the eyes and the heart. Kiara saw Amie every day, at every possible chance. Sometimes through the glass of the café where he'd be serving coffee. Sometimes near the colony gate, where he stood quietly in a peaceful corner of the street, lighting a cigarette. And sometimes, when she looked down from her balcony, she would find him sitting alone on the bench—flipping through the pages of a book or simply staring at the sky.

Each time, Kiara's heart wanted to speak... to pause for a moment, to say something. But Naaz's face would flash in her mind—her disappointment, her doubt, her concern.

Naaz, too, was sensing it all. Every time Kiara walked toward the window and glanced outside, Naaz only needed to look once into her eyes to understand everything.

And that night... both lay in their rooms, but sleep had abandoned them both.

Kiara stared at the ceiling, and Amie's words echoed in her mind—

"I'm a thief."

She couldn't tell whether it was a joke or a wound... it didn't make sense.

Something else spun in her thoughts too—Amie's eyes. Those eyes that held something hidden. A pain, a peace, and a strange kind of tension...

In that moment, Kiara made a decision,

"I will talk to Amie. I need to understand who he is. Not by hiding from Naaz, but not by ignoring him either."

On the other side, Naaz was tangled in her own thoughts in her room. A faint shadow of anger lingered on her face.

"I have to show Kiara that Amie is not the right guy. He said he was a thief... can you even imagine anyone saying something like that about themselves? There's definitely something off about him."

But at the same time, one thing Kiara had said continued to bother her—

"If someone was really a thief, would they casually confess it to a stranger?"

She told herself,

"I will find proof. There must be something in his past. Kiara is blinded right now, but when I bring her the truth, she'll understand."

At that very moment, Kiara was admitting a truth to her own heart,

"I don't know whether Amie was telling the truth or not... but I do know this much—I can't keep ignoring him anymore."

And for Naaz, this wasn't just a conversation—it was a test of their friendship. And for Kiara—it was the effort to understand a person in whom she had seen an incomplete truth... one she wanted to complete.

There was a silent conflict between the two—and in the middle of it all, stood Amie.