Haya was sitting in her room doing embroidery, something she was an expert at when suddenly Munisa barged into the room almost breaking the door. She still hadn't gotten over the fact that her husband had gotten kicked out because of this girl. She had promised her before that she was going to make her life a living hell and today she was going to execute one of her evil plans. Dilshad had gone to visit one of her old friends who had fallen sick and might stay a couple of days with her since she had no one. She didn't have to worry about Haya, because that pervert Shoaib had been kicked out of the house by Rahat, so Haya was going to be safe Dilshad had thought unaware of Munisa's evil intentions towards her innocent granddaughter. So it was a perfect time for Munisa to take her revenge from that girl who had separated her from her husband.
She eyed Haya with a disgusted and evil look as she stood by the door.
"Hey ladki!" She yelled at her forgetting Haya is unable to hear her.
She rolled her eyes with disgust and moved her feet towards her; Haya still concentrating on her embroidery unaware that Munisa had entered her room by now.
She leaned down and grabbed her by the arm to draw her attention. Haya out of fear pricked her finger on the needle and grimaced in pain. But as she noticed Munisa she forgot about the pain in her finger and her inner thoughts began to wonder what this woman wanted from her now. She held her dupatta in fear as she observed Munisa's abhorrent face. Munisa withdrew her hand away from her as she was assured she had gotten her attention by now. She handed her a little piece of paper and began mumbling something to her. Haya eyed her lips trying to comprehend what was being told to her.
"In this paper there is a list of food items I want you to buy. Go quickly and don't you dare bring trouble as that's what you normally do." She eyed her with hate defining her face as she left the room.
Haya breathed a sigh of relief.
Haya(inner thoughts): "Khuda ka shukar hai this chudail left. I guess today she isn't as mad as the other day she met me in the kitchen."
She looked at the list in her hands and smiled. "This shall be easy." She thought to herself. With that she left her room and exited the main door of the house. Munisa eyed her wickedly with a smile decorating her face as she saw her leave.
"Now all I have to do is lock her out. I will just go to Ameena's house so Rahat won't doubt on me if he notices this besharam ladki locked out. That's if he notices her." She laughed to herself. "He will probably be lost in Zeba's memories as usual." With that she got out the door, locked it with her keys and vanished into the road.
After half an hour Haya came carrying the grocery bag along with her. She knocked the door but no one opened the door for her. She knocked again but no use. She continued to knock when suddenly it struck her mind.
"Did this chudail Munisa lock me out? She thought to herself. She recalled how Munisa had given her that list and left the room without actually hurting her. "This was her plan then." She thought to herself. "Now what do I do? Rahat is probably inside but why isn't he opening the door for me? I guess he has his headphones on again. Pata nahi iss aadmi ko kya hua. What is he listening to all the time?"
She decided to check the right side of the house where Rahat's window can be viewed. Maybe he can hear her knock or would able to see her. She made her way to the window but she couldn't see anything. Rahat had his curtains drawn as usual because he didn't want light to enter his room. Haya felt disappointed but knocked on the window anyways.
Inside the house Rahat sat on his bed, his headphones in his ears listening to Zeba's voice and reliving his past.
After a while of knocking on the window Haya gave up. She turned back to the main door and stood there feeling exhausted. Just then the sky began to rumble and grey clouds began to take over the sky. Haya unaware of the roaring thunder felt a drop of rain hit her cheek. She looked up and noticed the grey clouds covering the sky. She began to get tensed. This was the only thing needed. She was already locked outside and now in the rain. She began knocking the door in panic as the rain got heavier. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the heavy rain embraced her weak body.
After two hours Rahat removed his headphones and heard the roaring thunder. Slowly he lifted his curtain and peeked outside. It was raining like cats and dogs. He pulled back the curtain when suddenly he noticed something. He moved the curtain again and spotted a body of a girl sitting by the main door drenched in rain. Looking at her dupatta he was able to recognize her as Haya. He eyes froze at the sight in front of him. He pushed himself away from the window and rushed to the main door. As he opened the door infront of him laid Haya who was completely drenched in rain unconscious.
"Haya!" he yelled cupping her face in his hands. Carefully he carried her in his arms into the house as Haya laid her head on his chest. "Munisa!" he yelled but no answer came back. He continued to walk carrying Haya in his arms. He entered his room and cautiously placed Haya on his bed, observing her with pain defining his eyes seeing her in this condition. He hesitantly removed her long bangs that were embracing her cheek. She looked like a sleeping beauty lying there on his bed. Just then he noticed her wet clothes. Her clothes needed to be changed or she was going to fall sick if she stayed like this any longer. But who was going to change her clothes. No one was around the house, neither his sister Munisa nor Haya's badi ammi.
"Rahat you have to do it." A voice inside him said. "No way." he thought. "How can I do something like that?" Just then he noticed Haya's body shivering. The feeling of guilt began to take over him. He went over to his closet and took out a white saree which belonged to his past wife Zeba. He used to love seeing this saree on her and it was a memory of her but looking at Haya's condition Rahat thought nothing is more important than taking care of Haya now. He looked at the saree in his hand and then at Haya. He walked towards the window and pulled the curtains making sure the room was very dark. Very carefully he made his way towards Haya who was still shivering unaware of anything around her. He slowly turned her over and hesitantly began opening her dori. Carefully he began removing her top and getting her into the white saree. Rahat couldn't help but notice how delicate her skin was as his fingers brushed through her soft skin. He felt embarrassed as this thought hit his head. "Rahat shame on you." A voice inside him said. He quickly finished wrapping the saree around her and covered her with a blanket. Just as he was about to leave he noticed something holding his hand. He turned around to see Haya still unconscious holding on to his hand. He stared at her with a hint of love and warmth in his eyes. He bent down and sat next to her still gazing at her. How beautiful she looked. The white saree hugging her petite body as her wet hair spread around his pillow. He noticed a drop of rain trailing down her cheek and resting on her flower pedal like lips. He felt his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any minute. He closed his eyes to keep away all thoughts that were beginning to take over his mind. Soon enough he didn't notice himself when he fell asleep.
In the early morning he opened his eyes only to see himself sleeping next to Haya. He noticed she was still sound asleep her hand still holding on to him. Very slowly he moved his hand away carefully not wanting to disturb her sleep. He headed towards the kitchen to get breakfast ready for her. After a while Haya opened her eyes only to find herself in Rahat's room and in his bed. She threw the covers in fear and her eyes fell to the white saree she was wearing.
"How did I get in this room and when did I wear this saree?" She thought to herself. She began to remember what happened to her yesterday, starting with Munisa giving her a list and locking her out in the rain.
"Rahat must have found me outside and brought me here." Just then she remembered the saree she was wearing. "haye Allah! Does that mean Rahat dressed me into this saree?" A feeling of embarrassment took over her as the thought went in her head. Just then Rahat entered the room with a tray in his hands. His eyes met Haya who shyly turned her eyes away from him. Feeling the tension of the atmosphere he slowly placed the tray on the table next to her. Haya raised her eyes and gazed at him.
"woh... mein.. I mean are you ok?" Rahat asked hesitantly as Haya studied his lips trying to decipher what he was saying. She nodded her head as she understood what he said.
"Yesterday I found you outside drenched in the rain." He continued. "I carried you to this room since no one was home. You were unconscious and I had no choice but to..." He paused a little with discomfort.
"You would have gotten sick if I hadn't changed your clothes." He finally blurted it out feeling awkward at what he just said. Haya's cheeks flushed with heat as she comprehended what he said.
"m..m..main ne khuch nahi dekha. I had the curtains pulled over and the room was very dark. I'm sorry if I hurt you with my action but I had no choice."
Haya gave him a small smile portraying to him that she wasn't hurt. She couldn't help but admire him for being a true gentleman.
Rahat slowly passed the plate of food towards her gesturing her to eat. Haya picked up one of the sandwiches pointing to it and moved her finger to point to Rahat signaling him to eat.
Rahat stared at her feeling pulled towards her again, but quickly got hold of himself.
"I will have my breakfast later. You should eat because your body is weak from yesterday."
Haya continued holding the sandwich and signaling him to eat with her. Rahat had to choice but to comply. They both bit into their sandwiches stealthy peeking at each other as they ate.
After having breakfast Rahat carried the tray and headed towards the kitchen. Haya stared at the watch and noticed it's nine o'clock. Her badi ammi might be back soon. She lifted the cover off of her grabbing her salwar kameez that was hanging on the chair to dry and headed towards her room. She entered her room and her eyes met the mirror in front of her. She stared at the saree admiring its beauty. She lifted her hands and brushed her fingers to the beautifully white net embroidered saree. It was the first time she had ever worn a saree and it was highlighting her beauty.
Rahat entered his room after returning from the kitchen. He noticed his room was empty and there was no sign of Haya. He noticed her salwar kameez that was hanging on the chair missing. "She probably left to her room." He thought to himself as he noticed the time.
Rahat looked at the spot where Haya had slept yesterday, the image of her delicate wet body laying there as her long beautiful hair scattered around his pillow flashed back into his mind. He shook his head to brush the thought away and grabbed the covers to fix his bed when he noticed something shining on the edge of it. He carefully lifted it in his hand and identified it as Haya's payal which he noticed while he carried her yesterday. He eyed the payal brushing his fingers delicately over the diamond like stones as he walked towards his desk. After a lot of admiring he opened the drawer of his desk and carefully placed the payal inside. A small smile settled on the corner of his lips as he closed the drawer.
On the other hand, Haya had changed into her clothes and was sitting on her bed thinking of all the events that happened yesterday till this morning. She stretched her feet on the bed noticing the payal on her right foot but finding the other one missing.
She quickly got off her bed and began skimming the floor with her eyes looking for her lost payal. Just then Dilshad entered the room.
"Haya. What are you searching for? Did you lose something?"
Haya hugged Dilshad at the sight of seeing her and signaled to her she didn't lose anything. Dilshad planted a kiss on Haya's forehead and headed out the room as she remembered something in the kitchen. Seeing Dilshad leave, Haya opened her closet and admired the white saree remembering how Rahat had taken care of her. Suddently,she felt something flutter in her heart and she felt like she was as light as a feather. "Why did these weird feelings take over her every time she thought about Rahat?" She wondered. She carefully placed the saree back into the closet and locked it still unable to comprehend what was happening to her. Whatever the reason for these feelings was she couldn't deny the fact that she enjoyed these new feelings and emotions that were taking over her. She loved seeing the care in Rahat's eyes for her. Just then it struck her mind. "Haya are you in love with Rahat?" A voice inside of her said sending a look of mixed emotion of fear, excitement, and confusion in Haya's eyes.
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