RaHa OS
This is my first attempt at writing an emotional stuff after a long break from fictional writing .I would have never returned to writing if I had not found such a charming couple to write on.
Warning : This is not a usually Romantic story but a painful description of Haya's pain .so If you are not interested you can actually leave it .
Background:
Haya & Dilshad have left for Punjab probably to never return.Rahat enters Haya's room and finds all Their stuff gone and on being informed about their departure he is Disheartened as he had brought Haya's favourite White roses for her .For the 1st time he had brought something for her but could not give her and now he was regretting .Suddenly his eyes fell on a thing under the bed .Curiously he took it and found it to be Haya's diary. He initially could not believe that she had left it behind and for him Haya keeping a diary was a shock .😉😉
He was in a dilemma whether to read it or not when suddenly a photo from the diary fell. It was his photo all smiling of his good olden days which had gone missing a few days back .He was now more tempted to open and read Haya's Diary.😆😆
As he opened it he saw beautiful designs by colours on some pages initially which were growing more attractive as he was turning pages only to look at those beautiful patterns but then suddenly when he reached near middle of diary the patterns disappeared .All he could see that Haya had written in Dark black ink and now he grew interested in reading as on previous pages she had written with a mix of Red and purple ink and now she used a dark black ink which was unsual .He looked at the date .😭
12/08/2014 : The day when his oWn jiju had tried to molest Haya.😭😭😭
Haya's Writing on Diary Read as follows...
Today for the first time I had cursed Lord for not snatching away my voice . I had felt so helpless that I am still shaking in fear.Perhaps today's incident will become a nightmare for me and will haunt me for rest of my life. I had wanted to shout to save my dignity😡😡 (Rahat did not want to read ahead he was so guilty of b-i-l doing but he wanted to know what Haya had gone through).😳😳People say women should raise their voice against such things I tried but could not because I actually had no voice unlike those who had voice but still kept quiet.👏👏
It was not for the first time that someone had eyed me like this.Even earlier back at my home in Punjab Several men had eyed me.😲😲(Rahat clinched his fist 👏👏) but their I had a voice in Sanam baji who would always be their to return those guys ugly stares with her firm ones ,She would always be their ready to fight for me.👍🏼 (Rahat sighed in relief).
At certain times some of our so called well -thinkers also came to rescue me but not for a genuine concern but because they pittied me just because I didn't have voice .😭😭(Rahat could feel ink was a little spread here perhaps Haya was crying when she wrote this he thought❤️).Today however a found another voice In form OF RaHat . when he came and hit his own b-i-l for me I could see he had genuine concern for me in his eyes and not mere pity .He had really understood my pain and tried to soothe me but he was at a loss of words himself. I don't blame him for that anyone would be after what had happened . I had really wanted to cry then and their infront of him as a child as I used to cry in front of my baji I don't know why may be because in the whole new town with new people I somewhere felt him to be a friend of mine. I really never had any😕😕 .(Rahat had tears in his eyes now .He knew Haya had developed feelings for him then ). But I stpped I don't know thinking what may be I didn't want him to see me as someone who needed merciful words because I really hated when people said those words to me and I really hated being seen as a helpless disabled person.
Rahat with trembling hands turned the page😉😉
13/09 : Rahat Had asked haya to leave his room.😭😭
The diary read ...
Life has strange topsy-turvy things .I cry for not having voice because I want to shout and cry out all my sorrows but then there is Rahat who has voice and who can actually shout out loud all his frustration ,pain and agony but he does not.(Rahat smiled and cried both reading it)👍🏼
Sometimes I feel we are so similar since both of us are in pain yet so different in way of dealing with it
I am mute and ask for voice to tell out my pain to others. He has voice but he does not ever tell his pain to others . People say when we speak about our pains and sorrows they lessen but I cannot speak so does that mean my pain or sorrow can never be lessened . Today I just Wanted Rahat to smile a little.(Rahat wondered wt kind o f girl Haya was ) Its been almost 2 weeks since we are here but I have not seen him smiling even once . So I decided to change his old boring look of room .I also did it say him how thankful I was for what he did for me but since I cannot express by words I used this gesture .I had thought he would understand it as a token of thanks but he asked me to get out of his room. I don't know what happened to him suddenly.He asked me to leave his room. I was disappointed and left the room . I was in complete state of shock. For the first time someone shouted on me that loud . I had not ran out because he wanted me too . I had wanted to stay and ask how did he like the changes but I got so afraid of his raised voice that I rushed outside and went to my room to cry . I still can't understand why I cried . becz he didn't like my effort or because he shouted at me or because I was afraid of him now.
RahAT SAW next page was blank nothing written but just had beautiful patterns again .
The date had been nicely written 14/08 : The day when he saved her from that truck and hugged her as if she was his life .
As he was about to close the diary .His eyes caught something.
On carefully seeing he could see that page
didn't have patterns instead it was his name
which Haya had so beautifully managed to
hide in her creativity.
A wide smile appeared on his face now . He had immediately booked the tickets for next train to Punjab .He had to meet her straight away . and he carefully placed the diary in his luggage along with sweater Hya had woven for him.
The end ..
nOTE : i HAVE NOT PROOF READ IT SO SORRY FOR MY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES.
haya here is only mute not deaf
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