-Open Your Eyes, Remember Me- A ZaYa FF *Hiatus* (Note: Pg 56, 6/1) - Page 28

This one is for zayalove, anaghazaya and jazly_zayafan.

Cause they're the only ones who remembered this story.

And I love you for loving my story.

I missed you all so so SO much.

And I'm so so so so SO sorry for the delay.

3 reasons why I want to finish this story ASAP:

1. A plot of another SS/TS is jumping around in my mind.

2. Studies are maddening.

3. Beintehaa may go off air anytime now. And after that neither will I want to continue with the story nor will you want to read it.

BUT,

News is: 9 chapters+ Epilogue still left.

So be Happy.

RECAP: Butcher/Nurse Ms. Tanveer Qureshi trying to seduce Mr. Abdullah' and a very jealous & possessive Aaliya.

OPEN YOUR EYES, REMEMBER ME

CHAPTER 11

5^th April, 2013, 9:30 PM

The Ghulam Residence, Terrace

Bhopal

AALIYA

I looked up.

Those chocolate brown eyes...

Up at the tranquilness of the night sky stretching along far and wide and disappearing into the horizon somewhere far away.

Those perfectly angular eyebrows...

Up at the imperfectly perfect moon hanging above me, islolated, yet shining it's radiance, lighting up the darkness the world would otherwise be in.

Those curly black hair...

Up at the stars sprinkled just at the right places, appearing and disappearing out of their own accord. Twinkling.

Those lips which beg to be captured by mine...

I groaned.

This was harder than I ever expected it to be.

Who was I kidding?

Who was I trying to lie to?

Myself?

I still cannot register the fact that he, he is my husband. That out of all the people in this whole damn world, my fate would intertwine with his. Zain Abdullah's. I'd known it since I saw the wedding album, but now the reality has set in. Actually, the reality has still not set in. But I have accepted the fact, I guess. I think I know how it happened. Yes, I do know. And I'll talk to him about it soon.

But ever since the effects of Bandar's drug have worn out, my head is brimming with thoughts and images. Images of Zain. His eyes, his nose, his lips, his smile, his smirk. And thoughts of the feel of him, how our bodies fitted each other so perfectly and how his lips, oh my God, his lips scorched and burned and seared me when they touched my skin and how I wanted more of him, I wanted all of him, all over me. I--

Aaliya!

Get a grip girl!

So yeah, no matter how much I try to evade them, no matter how much I try to distract myself, these thoughts just keep popping back.

I don't remember a tiny bit of conversation, if any, that we had had during our semi-conscious state. Everything I try to remember is muddy and unclear.

And what I want to forget just keeps boomeranging back to me.

Ya Allah, why were we so...intimate a few hours ago on that damned bed?

Granted that we were drugged and all, but still, even when drugged I wouldn't start making out with every other guy beside me and definitely not enjoy it.

Which I did.

I made out with Zain, Zain Abdullah and I freaking enjoyed every last bit of it. Yes, I remember feeling the bliss spreading over my body.

Damn it, Aaliya, where did all your mighty principles and values go?

Down the drain, my inner voice squeaked.

"Shut up!" I screamed at it.

And that guy, couldn't he behave like a gentleman or once?

Of course he wouldn't, this is Zain Usman Abdullah we're talking about here.

A character who is bigger than life. Boys anyways have major hormone problems, and this one does everything king size.

His hormonal problems are also king size.

I need to teach him a lesson.

"Ouch!"

I turned.

Oh my God.

"Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?"

"Mein?" He looked up, surprised, almost embarrassed. "Woh mein bas..." he stuttered walking towards me.

"KOI KHAYAAL NAHIN HAI NA TUMHE APNA?! DOCTOR NE REST KE LIYE KAHA HAI, TUMHE ITNI SI BAAT SAMAJH NAHIN AATI?

"Arey me--"

"JAANTE HO KITNI CHOT LAGI THI TUMHE? KITNA KHOON BEH RAHA THA?"

"Meri baat--"

"ZAIN TUM ITNE IMMATURE KAISE HO SAKTE HO? Chalo yahaan se, room mein chalo." I said as tried to drag him back.

"Oh God! Chill Mamu ki Bhanji. Saans to le lo. I'm fine. Mein pehle se bahot behtar hoon." He smiled as he touched my cheek. Those warm and fuzzy feelings spread all over my body maki--

Wait.

I think was going to teach him a lesson.

At least few minutes ago, I was.

Damn it! His presence is enough to create havoc.

I stepped back, putting a detached look on my face.

5 minutes ago

ZAIN

Since I have come into consciousnees, it's the first time I am going to face Aaliya. Face an Aaliya who knows me, but knows me not.

And I'm mortified.

But I need to remember one thing very clearly, that absolutely nothing had happened between us on that damned bed yesterday.

Atleast I need to pretend that nothing did.

I DID NOT confess my undying love to my wife who doesn't even know me.

I DID NOT run my hands all over her like a freaking horny teenager.

I DID NOT kiss the crook of her slender neck whose skin was so soft and so creamy white and the fragrance so alluring that anyone could get lost in he--

Zain!

Get a grip man!

I caught hold of the railing and made my way upstairs to the terrace.

I ran my hand along my hair, frutratedly.

"Ouch!" I groaned. Even though I could walk about now, any movement even remotely related to my right shoulder still hurt.

"Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?"

Shit, she's here.

My God, how am I supposed to face her? I look up at her anyways.

"Mein?" I'm sure my face is red. "Woh mein bas..." I stuttered walking towards her.

"KOI KHAYAAL NAHIN HAI NA TUMHE APNA?! DOCTOR NE REST KE LIYE KAHA HAI, TUMHE ITNI SI BAAT SAMAJH NAHIN AATI?"

Okay.

This is called an outburst. "Arey me--" I started but she cut me off.

"JAANTE HO KITNI CHOT LAGI THI TUMHE? KITNA KHOON BEH RAHA THA?"

"Meri baat--" I tried again, but to no avail.

"ZAIN TUM ITNE IMMATURE KAISE HO SAKTE HO? Chalo yahaan se, room mein chalo." She said as took hold of me.

"Oh God! Chill Mamu ki Bhanji. Saans to le lo. I'm fine. Mein pehle se bahot behtar hoon. Mere liye itna pareshan hone ki koi zaroorat nahin." I smiled and touched her check. She looked so cute when she was angry.

A calculated look passed over her face and she stepped back, leaving my hand haging in mid air.

I awkwardly pulled my hand back.

"Pareshan nahin ho rahi thi tumhare liye." She said, a detached tone replacing all her concern with something cold. "Mein bas...bas Nikaah ke roz kiye hue vaade nibha rahi thi." She said looking at me in the eye.

Nikaah.

Our Nikaah.

This is called a touchy topic.

"Aaliya tum--"

"It's okay Zain. I know that...that we're, we're m-married." Her voice held an emotion I could not decipher.

"Yeah. You told me when we were..."

"Making out there's no tomorrow." My inner voice very helpfully supplied.

I skillfully ignored it.

"When we were sick...unconscious kinda. I...I'm just so sorry that...I mean--"

"Enough Zain! Will you stop with all this crap now?"

Once again, this is called an outburst.

This girl is like a mood swinging factory dude, now what did I do?

"W-what crap Aaliya? Are you oka--"

"I am perfectly okay, Zain. But you do not seem to be."

"I? I'm alrigh--"

"Stop it Zain. Just stop pretending. It's okay. I know. So just stop pretending."

Oh.

Oh no.

She's talking about the...things we were doing on the bed.

Damn it, she remembers everything.

And now she's asking me to acknowledge all that. But why?

"I'm sorry Aaliya whatever happened then was no--"

"You don't need to be sorry Zain. And there is no one around here. You can just come out in your true form. There is no need to put up all this faade!"

She wants me come in my true form' because no one is here, watching us?

Oh My. This is Besharam Aaliya whom I've met for the first time.

So she wants more make-out sessions, yeah? I smirked internally. This is new.

"Aaliya..." I said, inching myself closer to her. "Tum kehna kya chaati ho?" I smirked as I touched her check.

She slappen my hand away. "Mein kehna yeh chaati hoon ki yeh sab dramebaazi band karo Zain! This faade you're putting up of caring about me, looking after me, saying sweet things and all this bullshit. Just stop it! Stop acting like you care about me because I know for a fact that you don't! Stop acting like your really my husband because technically we're nothing but strangers. Because this marriage was nothing but a compromise. Becau--"

Damn it. All this time she was making this khichdi in her head? And I was thinking...shit!

Shit shit shit!

It's all going in the worng way. This is not supposed to happen. I need to correct this, ASAP.

"Aaliya! Aaliya dekho tum jaisa samajh rahi ho waisa kuch bhi nahin hai hum--"

"Meri baat abhi poori nahin hui hai Zain! Look, I know you probably feel bad for me because I lost my memory that's why you're trying to act nice and all or probably in the respect of my parents but thank you so much Zain. I want neither your sympathy nor your empathy. This relation was nothing but a compromise because neither you nor I, none of us would marry willingly. I remember seeing our wedding album. We looked like were dying Zain, and I'm not even exaggerating. We hated each other, Zain--"

"Aaliya this is so wrong--"

"This is not wrong Zain. It right, it's the truth. Tell me yourself: it was a compromise, this marriage, wasn't it?" Why did I feel that there was something else in her voice? A hope? Little bit?

"Aaliya--"

"It was or was it not? Just a yes or no will do."

"Yes it was but later--"

"That's all I wanted to hear Zain. Thank you very much." She said as she started to walk away.

I caught her by the arm and pulled her back. She struggled in my grasp.

"Let go off me Zain!"

"Aliya paagal ho gayi ho tum?"

"Zain chhodo mujhe!"

"Yeh kya anaab shanaab bake jaa rahi ho tum?"

"ZAIN I SAID LEAVE ME!"

"Pehle meri baat suno!"

"CHHODA MUJHE ZAIN!" She grabbed my collar and pushed my back, hard. So hard that I almost stumbled. Pain shot up my shoulder but it was nothing compared to that which was piercing my heart.

"Don't touch me like that. Ever Again. I know we're married but that does not give you any rights over me or my body."

"Aaliya...tum-tumhe lagta hai ki mein tumhe--"

"Lagta nahin hai Zain Abdullah, mujhe pata hai. Woh jo...jo bed pet um mere saath kar rahe the. You were trying to take an advantage right? Of my unconscious state and of the fact that I'm your wife? You were trying to take an advantage of me, right? Tum jaise gire hue ladko ko mein acchi tarah se jaanti hoon. Ladki dekhi aur bas chaloo ho gaye. Tumhare--"

And I saw red.

She was questioning me. My character. My feelings, my love.

She was tainting me.

She was contaminating my pure love with her polluted thoughts.

This is not the Aaliya I love.

This woman in front of me cannot be her.

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP MISS AALIYA GHULAM HAIDER. Samajhti kya ho apne aapko? Kahin ki hoor pari ho? Ya koi bahot badi super model ho jo mein tumhare peeche padunga? Arey tumhare paas aane se pehle to koi bhi ladka hazaar baar sochega! Apne aapko bahot badi haseena samajhti ho? Arey Jhalli lagti ho tum, jhalli!

Kya kaha tha tumne? Tumhara faayda utha raha hoon mein. Faayda toh door ki baat mujhe toh mujhe dekh kar bhi ghin aati hai ki tumhara dimaag kitni gandagi se bhara hua hai.

Compromise, yahi keh rahi thi na iss shaadi ko? Arey compromise nahin prison hai. Jail hai yeh shaadi mere liye! Ghutan hoti hai mujhe tumhare saath rehne mein.

Aur haan, karte the nafrat hum ek doosre the. We hated each other, we still do and will continue doing. Kyunki ham dono kabhi ek ho hi nahin sakte! Kyunki meri choice kabhi itni gir hi nahin sakti ki mujhe tum pasand aa jao."

I turned away before my tears could fall, before a sob coud escape.

I made my way down the stairs.

She'd questioned the purity of my love.

The sanctity of my feelings.

It hurts.

***

Sorry for delivering this utter crap. I have lost my flow of writing.

Sorry again for being this late. Not studying during the vacations is really taking a toll on me. I cannot neglect my studies anymore.

Updates henceforth will be infrequent.