Rahat entered his room shutting the door behind him angrily. His hand clutched into a fist trying to hold the anger that was increasing inside of him. He had just kicked out Shoaib his sister's husband out of the house after he saw him misbehaving with Haya. The image of Shoaib removing Haya's dupatta off her shoulders was still haunting him and the more he thought about it the more anger began to take over him. "How dare that manner less Shoaib put his hands on Haya he thought to himself." He slowly moved his feet towards his bed and sat there covering his face with both of his palms. He began to replay all the times where he had met with Haya or came into contact with her. The first time he saw her in his room where she had came to pick up that yarn ball that had rolled into his room. At the time their eyes met there seemed to be some kind of connection between them. He didn't know what exactly it was but there was something pulling him towards her. She looked like an angel that had dropped down from the sky only to land in his room.
Rahat quickly pushed himself away from the window. What's happening to him? His room, the only place where he found peace was beginning to betray him and lead him into thinking about Haya continuously. How can he even think like that? Maybe he needed to leave his room for a little while to clear his mind. He felt perturbed as he left his room and made his way into the living room.
Rahat dug his fingers into the coach as he noticed himself thinking about Haya again. He was beginning to feel irritated as thoughts of Haya were invading his mind again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and quickly stood up and moved his feet towards his room. He pulled his chair and put his headphones into his ears and began reminiscing Zeba's memories to stop himself from thinking about Haya again.
On the other hand Haya got out of her room and headed towards the kitchen where her work started. Just as she was working, Munisa entered the kitchen with a look of enmity defining her face as her eyes shot bitter looks towards Haya. She walked towards her while Haya unaware of her presence. Just then she grabbed her arm and turned her around to face her. Haya feeling frightened by the sudden jerk dropped the knife out of fear from her hand as she was cutting vegetables. Her fear increased at the sight of seeing Munisa's piercing looks.
"Listen you witch." Munisa gritted through her teeth. While Haya stared at her lips with fear trying to interpret what was being said.
"Don't think you will get away with what happened with my husband. You are not as innocent as you are trying to portray. I figured that out from the first day you came here when you told your badi ammi what I said. I'm going to make you pay for having my husband kicked out of his house. I will make sure to make your life a living hell. You just wait and watch!"
With that she pushed Haya onto the floor and barged out of the kitchen angrily. Haya sat there holding her arm wincing in pain from Munisa's painful clutch. She wiped the tears that were beginning to form in her innocent beautiful eyes. She didn't want her badi ammi to see her crying and get worried. She quietly stood up and continued her work.
After a while it was lunch time. Haya quietly got the lunch table ready while Munisa gave her killing looks. Dilshad unaware of what's happening passed the bowl of sabzi towards Munisa with a smile on her face. Haya slowly got Rahat's food ready and began organizing the plates into a tray. With that she proceeded towards Rahat's room. She knocked twice before slowly opening the door and entering. Rahat saw a glimpse of her dangling dupatta but he continued to look away from her, the headphones still in his ears. She slowly moved towards him, her eyes staring at him secretly wishing he would stare back at her. After her incident with Shoaib she didn't know why she felt a feeling of comfort take over her at the sight of seeing Rahat. She was beginning to feel safe around him.
She turned her back towards Rahat who had his eyes on the food holding the spoon in his hand trying his best to divert his attention away from her. She looked ahead of her and her eyes met with a big shelf filled with books. She looked at the book in her hand and decided to place it with the other books. She began to proceed towards the shelf. Just as she was trying to place the book she noticed it very high and she was having trouble in placing it. Rahat wondered what was taking her so long. He wanted her to just leave his room before he starts with his staring session again. He lifted his eyes a little to see what was taking her so long. He found her cutely raising her tip toes trying to place the book while her height was not helping her succeed. Suddenly his eyes shifted to a large box that was placed on the top of the shelf. Half of the box was on the edge slowly beginning to fall as Haya was holding the shelf with her hand and trying to pull herself up higher to place the book.
"Haya!" His scream pierced the walls of his room that hadn't heard a voice since years. Haya continued to hold on to the shelf unaware of the danger that was heading towards her. Rahat quickly ran towards her and pulled her away as the box fell with a thud onto the floor and Haya fell onto the bed with Rahat on top of her. Her fingers gripped his collar in fear at what was happening, while Rahat had his arm around her shoulder holding on to her as if his life was between his hands. Their eyes met each other and entered into a long eyelock. Their faces were barely inches apart. Rahat was lost in her beautiful innocent eyes again. He kept gazing at her as if trying to search for something in her eyes. Haya just lay there still grabbing on to his collar, she just felt so safe being close to him. There was something stopping them from moving away from this position neither of them knew what it was. All they knew was they loved being this close to each other. Rahat's heart began racing and he could hear her heart racing too since he was on top of her. He felt electricity going threw his body as their breaths were embracing each other. While Haya felt butterflies building in her stomach from the close proximity.
After she left Rahat breathed a sigh. He gulped as the image of Haya lying under him played in his mind. He moved his hand to his forehead to wipe away the little drops of sweat that were beginning to develop on his forehead. He noticed his heart still racing as if it was going to jump out of his chest at any minute. He placed the palm of his hand on it. It's been years since that heart had stopped beating and today it's racing like never before. "What's happening to me?" he mumbled to himself with a shaking voice. His eyes glued to the bed trying to figure out what just happened.
Haya on the other hand entered her room and closed the door quietly. Her heartbeats were still racing. She lifted both of her hands and touched her cheeks. They were burning with heat. "What's wrong with me?' She thought to herself. She suddenly remembered the large box that had fallen to the floor. She didn't even notice it until now. Rahat has saved her again. He had become her savior who would be there whenever she was falling into trouble. She thought about how Rahat saved her from Shoaib and from the large box that was about to fall on top of her. She sat on her bed and grabbed her pillow. A shy innocent smile decorated her lips as she grabbed on to her pillow.
That day two hearts began beating as one.
Shiv Shakti
