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Koi Fariyaad

Chapter 13

This morning aaliya had woken up in her usual time to get ready for work, she had just stretched her arms to wake her limbs.. when she received a phone call from jonathon. He told her not to come to office today instead she was required to meet a client during lunch at one of the top most restaurant of the city. The restaurant was near the beach and the season seemed appropriate for a lunch rendezvous... professional or not.

Aaliya was already up, again going back to sleep was out of question. So the first thing she did was to make a call to jenna and tell her not to come today.

Then she decided to have a run, it had been so long since she had worked out. So burning a little energy and spending a little sweat seemed to be a good idea.

She quickly put on a pair of shorts, a gray tank top and her favorite pair converses. When she was walking out the door after tieing her hair in a high ponytail, barqat strolled out of the kitchen holding her coffee mug with her bed hair pointing terribly at different directions.

The moment her eyes fell on aaliya, she low whistled...

Aaliya rolled her eyes and yelled back a little loudly before slowly jogging off...

Barqat leaned againt the door frame and sipped on her coffee before muttering something inaudibe...

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Zain had his favourite pair of black slacks on, he didnt go with any suit today... instead settled with only his neat and cream shirt. It wasn't appropriate in professional level.. the way he dressed but he wanted to care less about that fact.

Rolling up the sleeves to his elbows he was about to open the car door when he heard a voice... a voice that hit straight to his heart and left his petrified with anticipation and statuated with shock.

It was like he had suddenly touched an electric wire and his body was charged with a thousands bolt of electric current.

How could it be possible ?? !! It was so similar to aaliya's voice... the slightly indian accent. Was he dreaming ?? Again ??

His heart had stopped for a second when he turned around to see the backside of a very attractive.. hot woman jogging away along the streets. Her figure was so similar to.. to aaliya's. Deliberately he took a step forward towards her.. she was running away too first.

Those same brownish hair tied up in a high ponytail and was bouncing on her back with each thump of her feets on the ground. All the other sounds around was zoned off to oblivion, it was like everything was happening in a slow motion.. like it happens in the movies.

Highly doubting about his own conscious state zain gripped the sleek edge of his car for support.

His aaliya was running away from him... but how could it be aaliya ?? She was no more... !! But what if the officers that day had mistaken ?? What if there was a loophole that none of them could notice.

Desperateness and a terrible ache of the existence of posibilities clutched his guts, with a maddening intake of breath he was about to sprint after her to see her face.. to confirm it was her... but someone gripped his shoulder from behind, making him want to turn around and break the jaw of that intruder.

When he brushed away that hand and turned around with animosity... ayaan took a scared step back...

Zain again turned to the direction where he saw that woman to see no one there, frustratedly he racked a hand through his hair making it messy...

He mumbled in a broken voice...

Zain was still looking at that direction.. hoping she would again pop up from no where. Ayaan's expressions changed into an understanding one.

Zain didnt let him complete the sentence, it had been six years but still it hurt the same listening that from someone's mouth. It just make it so real that he wasn't still ready to agree in his heart.

The rest of the day in office passed away in a daze. Zain was zoned out the most times or when he wasn't.. he was a very bad company as he was lashing out at each and everyone around.

It was when he noticed his secretary martha cringe and tremble at his yelling over some minor mistakes, zain sighed and dropped his head in his empty hands.

It was again like he had tripped back to six years ago. Hoping aaliya to come back.. searching her like an insane everywhere... passing each moment of the day waiting but someone constantly rubbing it in his ear.. that she would never come back. That he had lost her forever.. that he was the scumbag who had pushed her to limits.

He was suffering in his own prison like a criminal sentenced to be caged for life... and he knew he deserved it.

Now when he thought back about the woman he assumed to be aaliya was wearing this really revealing clothes. Aaliya would have never worn those shorts or that tank top. The shy.. reserved aaliya and that woman was a no match.

He wanted to laugh at his foolishness but for some strange reason he couldn't do that even.

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To say that zain was pissed off would be an understatement, he couldnt believe ayaan had made him to come grocery shopping. Zain could feel himself slowly reaching to the edge. As he held the cart in his hands ayaan beamed before him holding some brand packet of wheat.

It was the limit.

The impact of his words were ayaan's immediate scowl directed towards him. After keeping the packets of wheats in the cart zain was holding... ayaan replied...

Zain pushed the cart forward...

Zain sighed, right now bringing ayaan with him seemed like a bad idea. He was even arguing and demanding like those clingy spouses.

Somehow zain parted ways with ayaan and they both went to sepearate directions of the mall. Zain had been wearing flip flops and he couldnt be more thankful for his wise decision. It was too much humidity in the air outside and the running away buying household things and groceries... flip flops seemed to be the perfect choice. Though it was dark in the evening.

A well filled stock of noodles and pastas could be helpful while ayaan kept up his eccentric ways, zain thought and walked to the shelves of various kinds of pastas and noodles, at the opposite side there were chips and uncooked popcorns... all of those seemed needed to zain. As he threw a few packets of noodles in the cart and lifted his hand up to grab for uncooked popcorns, something soft pushed against his shoulder making it to fall down. Before he could turn around to see who the blind person was... a meek and embarrassed sorry reached his ears.

Again his heart missed a beat just like earlier this morning. The woman must be in a hurry, so when he swang around .. she was already dashing away towards the exit without caring a glance back.

This time the changing in the air around and his crazy hearts calling made him not to freeze, he quickly half jogged half walked after her...

He called after her craving for at least a glance back, he had a creepy feeling that if this woman glances back... his life will be changed for good.

But the woman didnt turn around, zain noticed.. she was busy talking on a phone. That same brownish hair, that same voice... what the hell was happening ?? If this was imagination... him hallucinating of aaliya.. then he must be going crazy, because it all seemed so real. And his heart was screaming out.. it was aaliya...

Zain suddenly stumbled at an obstacle, he tried to move past it but couldnt. He looked down to see a shopping cart and as he looked sideways.. ayaan grinned from ear to ear...

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Aaliya picked up all the bags ful of grocery items, making her way to the exit of the mall aaliya searched for her phone in her purse while trying to handle all the bags in her hands. Right at the moment she pressed the recieve button and was about to press the phone against her ear.. slightly bending down her head, her shoulder bumped into someone standing by the shelves.

She said sorry and was about to turn around to look at the person but savanah's frantic voice came from the other side of the phone, she stilled... hundreds of possibilities of her kids being in danger ran across her mind. By savanah's voice.. she knew something was wrong.

Barqat was off to new jersy this afternoon.. for two days in a business trip. So when aaliya saw the kitchen cabinets are almost empty.. she was only left to curse herself for not checking that out earlier. She had no choice but to ask savanah to stay for a while at her home with the kids.. while she would go to the nearby mall to buy some emergency groceries.

Aaliya's breath hitched for a moment at sarah's name but her feets didnt stop, she was already almost running out the mall. She could sense by her voice.. sarah was in danger... her baby was in danger. If she had wings she would flew back to home.

She heard someone yelling from behind but she didnt have the time to pay any attention to that.

She had just brought her secondhand suv back from the garage this evening. Throwing all the bags in the backseats while still pressing the phone in between her ear and shoulder... she tried to control the tremble of fear errupting from deep within.

Aaliya begged. She could hear the panicked voice of sammy.

Not wasting a second she disconnected the call. Aaliya prayed with all her being to god that sarah was alright.

Igniting the engine aaliya stormed her car to the streets, it was too difficult to handle the steering wheel with her slightly trembling hands..

When she finally reached home and dashed up the stairs to the guest room... at the furthest end of the house, her heart had almost reached upto her throat. All the while she was praying for her baby's safety.

She saw savanah thumping the door with her hands calling sarah's name, she looked at aaliya and moved away a bit.

Sammy looked scared shitless as he held the doorframe with his tiny hands. He had gone pale, aaliya knew that she was also looking exactly the same like him.

Aaliya smelled a faint smokey scent, she didnt know from where it was coming. She pounced on the door before speaking loudly in a soothing tone...

She heard sarah choke loudly from inside making her know that sarah was crying, she was scared alone in there... aaliya's own eyes filled with water.

Aaliya wiped at a tear that escaped her eye, she forced herself to stay calm. She guessed the lock was jammed. She needed to call for help quickly.

Aaliya heard sarah coughing roughly and then she was again sobbing loudly.

Smoke ?? What was going on ?? Was it fire.. or ...

Aaliya snatched at her own hair in fear, frustration and helplessness.

Savanah didnt know what to say as she gripped the phone aaliya handed her, she held the door handle.. her face ghostly white with fear.

While aaliya ran out of the house to go to the backyard... she heard footsteps running behind her, she turned her head back to see sammy had also come out. She stopped for a second and faced sammy, she bent down a little and held his shoulders, sammy stared up at her with sheer panic.

Sammy nodded his head, his eyes widening more and filled with moistness.. realising the amount of danger.

Sammy tried to make his face as strong as he could.. while trying to hold back a sob.

Aaliya didnt waste a second to reach down the window of the guest room.. in backyard. There was a pipe which she could use to climb up, she hadn't done this before but she had to do it now... she couldnt let anything happen to sarah...

It seemed like ages but actually might be only a few minutes after which aaliya jumped inside the room through the window. Right after she entered... white smoke engulfed her making it difficult to see where sarah was as her eyes weren't adjusted to the less light and foggyness inside the room. So she cried for sarah instead...

In her peripheral vision she noticed a small movement from the side of the bed emerging from under it. Sarah had been so scared that she hid under the bed.

The next moment she grabbed sarah in a bone crushing hug as her little precious angel ran into her arms. She thought fast.. she had to get her out of here. She stood up carrying sarah still clutching her in that fierce hug when she finally saw the vicious flames of fire through the open bathroom door. It might be a damaged wire or something that had caused this fire but aaliya hadn't had the time to think about the reasons of the fire. She had to save sarah...

Bad thing was that the bathroom was right beside the window, aaliya's mouth fell open in disbelieve as the curtains caught the fire now.

Holding sarah in a death grip she ran to the door but it wouldnt open also, she shook the handle.. pushed the door... but nothing helped. Her eyes had gone puffy and red, the smoke was terrible to keep her eyes open. She felt sarah shaking violetly... sobbing while tucking her head in her shoulder, her little hands around aaliya's neck.

Aaliya said between her coughs, right at that moment she felt cornered and at the end of all her wits. She gripped the back of sarah's head and with other hand patted her back. She could hear sirens... she hoped they come soon enough.

Then suddely she heard a crash from the direction of the window. Aaliya tried to see through the heavy smoke. She could figure out someone tall approaching, she could only certain that it was a male figure.. a very strong built one.

Coughing she wiped her eyes to clear the hazy view from the tears, the male figure slowly became clearer as he neared her.. one step after another...

And finally after one more step she saw his face clearly.. properly and she couldnt believe it. Was it a dream ? Or a nightmare ? Or was she just hallucinating and imagining things when stuck in this terrible situation ??

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