Os.. If you ever come back

Hey everyone... I love this song " If you ever come back " .. by " the script " and thought to write an os on the cute couple zaya based on this song and a painful situation they faced in their life here.. which... well... why dont you guys read and know for yourself... 😊

Sorry for the mistakes and if you find it boring or something...😕

If You ever come back

Zain nuzzled her neck seductively and trailed ever so lightly feathery kisses down her throat, his fingers creating unknown patterns on her back. Aaliya moaned, creating a husky low growl in zain's chest.

He raised his head slowly and looked at her deep eyes, so innocent ... so dense with emotions and desires that he created. His eyes reflected the same, aaliya smiled at him and that single smile lit up his entire world.

Zain looked at her with all the love he felt for her, he leant down closer to her face... gazing intently to her lips. He was merely a centimeter away from her lips which parted invitingly for him to kiss.

So soft was his voice as he said that and crushed his lips upon hers.

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Zain squinted his eyes and fluttered them open against the blinding white light in the room.. only to close them again. His hand automatically wandering on the other side of his bed searching for her warm.. soft body so that he can touch her first thing in the morning, so that he can cuddle her against his chest and give a breathless morning kiss.

He gasped when he felt the cold bedsheet only under his hand, he sat up jerking and looked at his side to see it empty. Then he remembered that she wasn't here, she wasn't with him and he couldnt anymore touch her... see her beautiful face... kiss her soft pink... plump lips.

It must be a dream, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table to see he had just slept for half an hour. The whole night passed twisting and turning on the bed hoping to find comfort.. to have some sleep.. to drift off from the haunting present he got himself into. But... he realised the main thing.. the comfort and peace he was searching was aaliya and nothing else.

Dropping his head in his hands, zain closed his moist eyes because it was all his fault.

It had been a whole week, a whole long week without her. A depressing week he spent deprived of listening to her heavenly voice... her jingling laughter. A week he was deprived of sleep... and each moment felt so suffocating.

And now he curses himself every damn moment for those horrible words he said to her, if he could he would wipe out those moments he ruined their relationship and take it in the grave with him. But alas... nothing he could do that would change what had happened, what he did.

If you're standing with your suitcase

But you can't step on the train

Everything's the way that you left it

I still haven't slept yet

He wandered what she must be doing right now, where she was ?? How she was ??

He went to the kitchen after having a cold shower in hope that it would numb the pain in his heart for a while but ... no it didn't. Out of habit.. he picked up two plates and placed them on the counter, he held the sides of his own plate and looked at the other plate laying beside it. And again the emptiness around was so loud that he felt like it would eat him alive. He couldnt eat anything but he sat there staring at the two plates, his mind replaying the mornings aaliya and he would have breakfast together... laughing... and teasing each other.

Finally he gulped down the coffe turned cold by now in one breath and just swallowed a bread which felt so tasteless.

And if you're covering your face now

But you just can't hide the pain

Still setting two plates on the counter

But eating without ya

He rushed outside and zoomed off to the police station.. in hope that maybe they had found any clue about her abouts, maybe they had found her. But like a thousands time this last week.. his heart broke all over again when they said.. there was no progress.

The whole day he wandered around the whole city in his range rover aimlessly, his heart beat never slowed down as it anticipated to see her somewhere in the streets. But like a million times this last week.. his heart didnt have that moment of relief.

He just wished.. wherever she was.. she was okay.

And with that prayer a hundred of possibilities of her being in danger came rushing in his mind. What if she was hit by a car, what if she was kidnapped.. there are so many bad people in this world... beasts wander in the city searching for a prey, what if she was not.. not.. al.. alive.

Pulling his car over.. he in a very slow pace stepped out of the car, he rubbed his hand over his face bewildered. No.. she has to be alright.. safe and sound somewhere. He felt so ashamed of himself for breaking the promise of always protecting her, love and cherish her.

If the truth is you're a liar

Then just say that you're okay

I'm sleepin' on your side of the bed

Goin' out of my head now

Standing and just staring at the king size bed in their bedroom, memories flooded in his mind of how many passionate nights they had spent upon this bed... making love with each other... savouring every inch of each others body and soul.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment and sighed. Replaying the memories of her... he lied down on her side of the bed hugging her pillow.. hoping that it would eradicate at least a little of this emptyness, but again it didn't. And he thought he would soon loose his mind, there was no way he could survive without her.

Laying there thinking about only her, he drifted off. And the nightmare of that wretched night drowned him to an endless pit...

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Zain's voice croaked at the end, he was facing the window.. staring at the dense black outside.

Aaliya was standing just behind him, her voice muffled with sobs.

Aaliya couldn't complete her sentence as her body shook with uncontrollable sobs.

Unseen by aaliya, zain's fists clenched at his sides as blind rage filled every inch of his existence. Still not facing her zain hissed the words out...

Aaliya moved her face up and stared confused at the back of his head.

He swang backwards and faced her, aaliya took a step back... seeing his eyes red with so much anger glaring at her. He smelled like alcohol... slightly drunk.

She called him softly but zain cut her as he hissed onto her face again...

His accusation, his voice filled with rage... all directed towards her... made her speechless for a minute that seemed to go on forever.

It was true that when aaliya first found out that she was pregnant, she was so nervous.. so unsure... because it was unplanned.. a surprise. But zain supported her all the way and after the surprise of the first blow of this life-changing news.. she grew into love with her child.. with their child.

Aaliya said desperately...

Zain laughed like a maniac, he looked like a monster who had lost all his senses. Stopping his retarded laughter abruptly zain looked at her.. his heart filled with pure venom...

He snapped at her causing aaliya to take a step back.

Aaliya shook her head back and forth desperately to the zain... who had now gone way too far away from the thin line of sanity.

Zain strode towards her and gripped her shoulders tightly, making her wince in pain. For the first time in life... for the first time they met... he looked at her with so much hatred...

Aaliya gasped, her heart breaking in millions and zillions of pieces as the gravity of those hatred filled words pierced her and stabbed her directly at the place where she worshipped.. all the love she felt for him.

Zain pushed aaliya backwards as hse staggered and placed her hand on the wall beside her preventing herself from falling down.. when inside she was breaking down every second.

Zain wobbled as he took a few steps towards her... pointing his finger at her he snapped again..

He raked a hand through his messed up hair and without wasting a second or glancing backwards strode out of the room and out of the house.

Aaliya one hand was still on the wall, she slowly leaned against it.. shocked and broken. Zain's each step away from her was making a part of her die inside her and the pain she felt was undescribable.

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Zain jerked awake from his slumber sweating huffing deep breaths, he sat himself up and looked around. He looked around and slowly realised it was a nightmare.. a nightmare replying the haunted memory of that night. A nightmare that he had to now probably live in for the rest of his life.

He dropped his head on his hands, disgusted at himself.. for doing that to her.. for doing that to their relationship.. their love. Guilt made him tremble in its overpowering clutch.

Then a thought crossed his mind.. had she forgotten about him ?? Was she trying to move on ?? Had she already moved on, when he was still stuck on at the same place ??

And I wish you could give me the cold shoulder

And I wish you could still give me a hard time

And I wish I could still wish it was over

But even if wishing is a waste of time

Even if I never crossed your mind

His head was still dropped in his hands as tears of guilt and agony made their way out of his eyes.

And I wish you could give me the cold shoulder

And I wish you could still give me a hard time

And I wish I could still wish it was over

But even if wishing is a waste of time

Even if I never crossed your mind

He looked at the clock... it showed three in the morning. He moved to the living room and slumped down into the couch.. a long torturous night was waiting before him to wish a lot of things... to think about the what if's and to pray to God for somehow making her come back.

I'll leave the door on the latch

If you ever come back, if you ever come back

There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat

If you ever come back

And he then drifted off to dream with his eyes open... how it will be like when she will... when she will come back. Would it be like him smiling with his arms open and would she come running to her.. embrace him once again, would she forgive him and never leave him ever again ?? Would everything be like before.. when their lives were so filled with tender happiness.. ??

But all these questions would be answered.. if she ever comes back...

There'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on

And it will be just like you were never gone

There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat

If you ever come back, if you ever come back now

Oh, if you ever come back, if you ever come back

Six months had passed away the same way, every corner of his heart screaming out for her... and he knew this way it wouldnt be alive so long. The lifeline of his heart was slowly fading away and he was waiting desperately for aaliya, as only she could only bring it back to life.

The police couldnt find her, they are saying now that something very bad must have happened to her. Even his relatives are saying that she would never come back. Some of them even said that... she.. that she was de.. dead. But he didnt believe them. He knew that she was out there somewhere, she would come back one day. The love between them would drag her back. So he never gave any ear to what people said.

People would tell him to move on, to find someone to share his life with. He would then snap at them... how could he share his life with someone when.. she was his life. What would she say then when she comes back ??

So he distanced himself from this useless society and relatives, for they knew nothing about how one day she would come back and they would start fresh.

Now they say I'm wasting my time

'Cause you're never comin' home

But they used to say the world was flat

But how wrong was that now?

And by leavin' my door open

I'm riskin' everything I own

Something I can lose in the breakin'

That you haven't taken

And he was still waiting for him, relieving every good and bad memories they shared by going to all her favourite places. He would sit in all those places and hours would pass away in a blink, he could feel her close for some time there. But people started saying.. he was imagining things.. that he was going crazy. He didnt give any ear to them.

And I wish you could give me the cold shoulder

And I wish you can still give me a hard time

And I wish I could still wish it was over

But even if wishing is a waste of time

Even if I never crossed your mind

I'll leave the door on the latch

If you ever come back, if you ever come back

There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat

If you ever come back

There'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on

And it will be just like you were never gone

There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat

If you ever come back, if you ever come back now

If you ever come back, if you ever come back

Three long years had passed without her... he was still looking forward to her to come back, he hadn't have the guts to loose hope as it would only mean to loose his will to live anymore.

As he sat there on the couch... the same way at three in the morning, he held the letter he left for him before leaving. He found that letter on his study table.. the next morning of that horrible night.. when he returned home.

He would read that last letter written by her every day and he could still feel the panic... the guilt ... the repentence... like he felt that morning when he read that with his hands shivering and body going numb in fear.

If it's the fighting you remember or the little things you miss

I know you're out there somewhere so just remember this

If it's the fighting you remember or the little things you miss

Oh, just remember this, oh, just remember this

Didnt she anymore miss him ?? Then a cruel laughter would mock him at the back of his head... why would she ?? After what he had done to her !!

Then the most hopeful part of him would deny that negative part mocking at him. She will come back... and that was the final thing he would scream out at the walls in his empty house.

And he didnt change a thing in the house or in his life... so that she could find it all the same.. when if she ever comes back.

I'll leave the door on the latch

If you ever come back, if you ever come back

There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat

If you ever come back

There'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on

And it will be just like you were never gone

There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat

If you ever come back, if you ever come back now

If you ever come back, if you ever come back

And it will be just like you were never gone

And it will be just like you were never gone

And it will be just like you were never gone

If you ever come back, if you ever come back now

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Originally posted by: adithyan

very good...and sad too...

plz continue...

Originally posted by: Ravinanaik

it was good n emotional...
very well written..

Originally posted by: edwebllalover9

beautiful os dear.its so emotional.i feel bad for ZaYa sepically for Zain.keep writing more os.