Love of the Afghan Hills| KriYansh SS| Chapter Four- Pg 8| - Page 5

I stood with my head low, fumbling for words. I didn't even have the courage to stammer. I just started cursing myself in the back of my head for even thinking that she loved me. Leave loving me, she wouldn't even like me now. I had lost almost everything I had.

"Rehaan, why did you choose me?"

Her reply shocked me to the core. Her voice was choked and tears were streaming down her cheeks.

She continued after that, which put me in a rage.

"What khoobi do I have Rehaan, to become your begum?" she said, and broke down. But I was hell angry. My sukoon, my mohabbat, my malika was saying that she had no talent no special quality?

"Kaia!" I almost yelled. "How can you even say that? You ask for qualities? I'll list down some. You have the quality to make me smile, to make me cry. To make me love each and everything present around me. To make me know that jannat resides only here, if want it. And all I know is that you are my dil, ibaadat, jaan, everything. I just love you for what you are."

With that she threw her arms around me. tears of joy spilled through her eyes. She gently whispered in my ear, "I love you too jaan..." The same tears now spilled through my eyes.

And I knew, Jannat was right here, in my arms.

Zapping away from her memories, I realized that I had been sitting here for too long. A part of my bottoms was soaked with blood, and it was only then that I realized that its source was my wrist.

Ignoring that, I started observing the rock I had been sitting on. It was flat, a bit shiny, and a person could easily sit on it. Then reality struck me. It was the same rock I had set as a chair, and ahead it was the table.

But when my eyes went forward, I was numb.

It was Kaia, with tears flowing down her face uncontrollably.