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"What kind of games are you playing?"
"Sometimes I feel like letting you go!"
"Here, I let you go."
"Do I have the permission to talk to your Aalu?"
"Did I disturb you?"
She shuts her eyes close and leans her head back on the chair. He doubts her. He doubts their relationship. He shouldn't. She doesn't want to reach to the final conclusion but she can't help and think... he doesn't trust her.
Aaliya reads the letter in her hand and wonders if this is the right thing to do. She knows it is. There are no two ways about it. They both need space. She is sure about herself. She needs to sort out what she feels and being away from him is probably the best way of doing that. She walks over to the bed and tucks the letter under his pillow, takes a good look at him and then walks out of the bedroom, the house... and then his life.
Heartbreak- this is what it feels like. Unwanted - that is what she feels like. Hurt - that is what she is experiencing right now. Shattered - that is what she looks like.
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He wakes up in the wee hours of the night to find her side of the bed empty. His head is throbbing with pain. "Damn this hangover will be bad!" he thinks before drinking a glass of water. He rests the pillows against the headboard to act as a back support and his eyes fall on the letter. He unfolds it and starts reading.
Zain
I am going to my abbu's house in Bhopal. I think we both need to be away from each other for some time. Please don't come looking for me like you did the last time. I will be gone by the time you wake up. I know you will handle everything at home.
Look after yourself. Don't do something reckless. You will always be in every dua I make.
Aaliya
Zain mercilessly crushes the letter, the fragile piece of paper shredding to pieces as his fingers dig into it. Anger pulsates through his veins as a scream erupts from his throat and he punches the wall in front of him. This isn't how it is supposed to be. No, not at all!
"Does she not love me?" he wonders out loud before collapsing onto the bed as tears make their way down his pale face. Zain Abdullah isn't the one to sit and mope about a situation; but tonight, he cries.
Rejection - this is what it feels like. Unloved - that is what he feels like. Devastation - that is what he is experiencing right now. Broken - that is what he looks like.
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Hello lovelies. Another short piece on ZaYa based on the precap. Wrote this on the suggestion of Nivriti [NocturnalBeing]. I know it is short, but I hope you like it. Do leave your comments and feedback. They always mean a lot đł
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