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This is a pretty bullshit chapter which makes no sense whatsoever.
I wanna wrap up my story before BI wraps up. Kyunki I will be heart broken if I have to leave my first-est story incomplete.
RECAP: Aaliya accuses Zain of taking advantage of her and Zain's outburst.
OPEN YOUR EYES, REMEMBER ME
CHAPTER 12
AALIYA
"Apne aapko bahot badi haseena samajhti ho?"
"Arey Jhalli lagti ho tum, jhalli!"
"Jail hai yeh shaadi mere liye!"
"Ghutan hoti hai mujhe tumhare saath rehne mein."
"We hated each other, we still do and will continue doing."
I lay on the bed, my mind over flowing with Zain's words.
He had turned the tables on me just like aways. He had done that once before, the night before my wedding to Zeeshan and today again.
Granted that I had gone a little overboard with that taking advantage' thing.
Okay, I had gone really overboard with it. Yet his words were mincing my insides.
I wonder why his words, his actions affected me so much. When I hated him, when my marriage to him was a compromise in itself then why, why was I so bloody attracted to him?
I was broken by my colourful thoughts when I felt a movement beside me.
"Zain?" I called out to him. "Zain kahan jaa rahe ho tum?"
He took his pillow and started to walk away. I sat up.
"Zain mein tumse kuch pooch rahi hoon."
He turned, his face lined with exhaustion.
"Couch pe sone jaa raha hoon." He replied.
"Zain but tumhe dard hoga."
"Tumhari baato se zyada nahin."
I cringed. Did I really hurt him so much?
"Zain tum- tum yahan bed per so sakte ho. We can share the bed it's oka-"
"It's not okay, Aaliya. I'm better on the couch." He said, turning away.
"Zain lekin tumhaara shoulder abhi poori tarah se theek nahin hua hai. You can sleep here-"
"WHY? JAB YEH SHAADI EK COMPROMISE THI, WHEN WE HATE EACH OTHER SO MUCH THEN WHY SHOULD WE SO MUCH AS SHARE A BED? PLUS, I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING SEEING YOU ACCUSING ME YET AGAIN OF TAKING ADAVANTAGE' OF YOU. I'M SO DONE WITH ALL THIS. JUST PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE." He yelled and proceeded towards the couch.
I sat there, dumbfounded. It was almost as if he had slapped me.
I fell back on the bed, blinking hard, trying to control the tears which were threatening to spill.
Zain was right. He could never like me nor I, him. We were so different. We were poles apart.
I was North, he was South.
I was East, he wasWest.
I was Right, he was Left.
We were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle which could never fit.
We were two parallel lines which could never coincide.
We were opposites.
But we could never attract.
We would always repel.
Always clash.
I heard Zain whimper in the background and sat up. I got up from my bed, taking my pillow with me and stealthily walked towards the couch.
His eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly. I realized he was asleep. He lay in a very awkward angle, his bad shoulder pressed up against the side of the couch. No wonder he was groaning. I lifted his hand and quietly put my pillow beneath it.
"Aaliya."
I froze.
I shut my eyes. Shit, he's going to be mad. He's going to murder me, damn it. I'm dead.
I waited for the lecture he was going to rain upon me but none came. I carefully opened one of my eyes and then the other.
Nothing. He was still asleep.
"Aaliya..." he said again, louder this time. Oh, so was talking in his sleep.
A frown appeared on his peaceful face and I swear I wanted to murder the reason which was causing him pain even in his sleep.
Only, that I could not do it. I could not murder that reason because--
"Aaliya...I...I swear I'd...I'd never try to take advantage of you...How could you even think..."
Because the reason behind all his sufferings was me.
I held his hand and tears freely flowed down my face. I did not even know why I was hurting so much. What was this pain in my heart? I did not understand. I could not see this man in pain.
"I would never do that...How did you...I hate you Aaliya...I hate you..." A tear fell from his eyes and flowed from the side of his face.
I held his hand tighter and I cried.
I wanted to answer. I wanted to say sorry. I wanted to reach out to him and hug him. I wanted to put an end to all his miseries.
But his greatest misery was I myself. He hated me even in his sleep.
I detached myself from him and wiped my tears.
I could not believe how selfish I had been.
After my memory loss, he cared for me, he behaved nicely with me, my parents when he didn't even have to. But he still did. And I, I just mocked all of it, calling it his sympathy for me? How could I stoop so low?
At that moment, I swore I would do anything, everything to make this beautiful man in front of me, smile.
***
Next morning
7th April, 2014
ZAIN
"OOOWW!" I groaned again. I will never be able to do it.
"Shit!" I swore as pain spread all along my shoulder.
From the past 15 minutes I have been trying to put this stupid ointment on my shoulder and all I have succeeded in doing is to get some of it in my ears and mostly all of it in my gorgeous curly hair.
Damn it!
"Need a hand?"Aaliya chirped as she entered the room.
I made a poker face and turned my back to her.
I was confused. Since I woke up she's acting all weird and happy. I saw a pillow beneath me when I woke up and I strongly suspect it was her work. She even made me green tea in bed (or should I say, couch) which I obviously did not drink. In front of her, that is. I mean, you'd be stupid to reject Aaliya's green tea. She mastered it. I had quickly gulped it down as soon as she left the room and made a faade of emptying the contents out of the window as she entered the room. I'm a full on drama, I know.
"Zain? Help chaahiye?" she asked again.
"Nahin." I shot back in the roughest voice possible. No matter how hard she tries, she cannot compensate for last night.
I tried to look over to my shoulder, searching for the place where the wound is actually there but--
"OWWW!" It hurt.
"Zain." I was looking behind and she sneaked up in front of me. "Tumne shirt bhi nahin utara hai, kaise lagegi dawa sahi se? Chalo, remove your shirt, I'll put the ointment."
My tongue was itching to tease her that she wants to see me shirtless. I wanted to smirk and tease her.
But I couldn't. Because she would take my every word and every action, twist it, turn it and take out an altogether different meaning. I could not afford any more insult.
Instead, I stepped back and continued with my work.
"Zain. Don't be such a spoilt sport. Let me help you!" She said, stepping towards me and tugged at my sleeve, exposing my shoulder more. She frowned. She looked so cute when she scrunched up her nose like that. But no, I had to control. I looked away.
"This won't do Zain. You'll have to remove your shirt." She said walking behind me. "Tumahari actual chot toh shirt ke neeche hi hai."
"Thanks for the information, I'll do it myself." I said.
"Arey! Mein kar doongi na!"
"Par mujhse tumse nahin karwaana na!"
"Lekin mujhe karna hai na!"
"Lekin mujhe NAHIN KARWAANA!"
"LEKIN MUJHE KARNA HAI!" She screamed in my face and took the tube out of my hand.
"Ab chup chaap apni shirt utaaro ya woh bhi mujhe hi karna padega?"
"Nahin utarunga mein apni shirt! Bas!"
"Arey! Kaise nahin utaroge? Don't you want to getyourself healed or not? Utaro!" She said tugging at my shirt.
"Nahin nahin nahin!" I screamed.
"Haan Haan HAAN!" she screamed back pulling at the neck line or my shirt.
"Aaliya stop it! Meri shirt kheechna BAND KARO!" I yelled at her.
"You stop it. Chup chaap apni shirt utaar do na!"
"Nahin utaroonga!"
"Aise kaise nahin utaaroge tum? Tumhe utaarna padega!" She shrieked as she pulled my shirt from the neck.
"CHODO MUJHE!!!"
"NAHIN CHHODUNGI! AAJ TO MEIN TUMHARI--OH MY! SHIT!"
Chhhrrr
She looked up at me.
"I'm--"
"That. Was. My. Favorite. Shirt." I said, enunciating each word slowly and carefully.
"Sorry." She said in a small voice.
"You tore it. YOU FREAKIN' TORE MY SHIRT! ARE YOU A HUMAN OR WHAT?!"
"Meine kaha na sorry. Agar tameez se utaar dete toh yeh sab kuch nahin hota."
I clenched by fists and looked away. My blood was boiling. I feel like breaking something. I looked down and saw my favorite blue shirt dangling on my body. Ugh, I need to release this anger otherwise I might do something I would regret.
"Utarwaana chaahti to na tum yeh shirt?" I asked, my voice dangerously low.
She nodded.
I took the fabric in my hand and pulled at my shirt from both my hands. I put all my rage and my anger and my vexation into that poor shirt and ripped it apart. I clutched every last bit of the fabric clinging onto my skin and threw it on the floor.
"Ab khush?" I said, I was breathing heavily but it felt good to vent out my anger even if it was on my favorite shirt.
If I had expected a very intimidated Aaliya who was downright shocked by my Hulk-like attitude, I was sorely disappointed.
She burst out in laughter. "Zain..." she said in her fits of laughter. "Tum-tum theek toh ho na? Stupid. Poori shirt paadh di! Thodi hi si toh phati thi na, mein sil deti." She walked behind me and started putting the gel on my shoulder.
Now she of all people will tell me what to do. I started to walk away.
"Zain! Zain kahan jaa rahe ho? Ruko!" She held my bare should and I felt it. That hum, the electricity, that spark between us.
"Aaliya, let go." I said and I moved away from her.
"Zain, stop!" she yelled and her hand which was previously on my good shoulder now dropped down and rested on my waist. It moved slowly and painfully towards my bare stomach.
I sucked my breath in and went rigid. This feeling, this moment, this was everything. Her hand finally came to rest below my navel. "Stay still for a while." She whispered in my ear and I leaned into her.
"Tum jaise gire hue ladko ko mein acchi tarah se jaanti hoon. Ladki dekhi aur bas chaloo ho gaye. You were trying to take advantage of me, right?"
My eyes flew open. This was the girl who had mocked my love. I can't give in to her. Not now.
"Now how about I say that YOU are trying to take an advantage of ME?" I barked and jerked her hand away.
There.
I'd said it. Now she must've understood what it feels like, when you care for someone and that someone mocks you, insults you, accuses you wrongly.
I turned behind to give her the same look she had given me last night.
I heard a sob.
Shit! Now this is not something I expected.
Aaliya stood there, her nose red and her face drenched with tears. She was sobbing hysterically. "I-I w-as just tr-trying to help!" She threw the tube at me and ran.
Oh God.
She can shout at me and say mean things and I don't cry. But if I say something to her, her tsunami is out.
I put my head in my hands and sat down. Now what have I gotten myself into? Angry Aaliya, Stubborn Aaliya, Mean Aaliya were things I could handle.
But Crying Aaliya?
***
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Edited by SabrinaMalik - 11 years ago
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