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Introducing triple dhamaka ...three chapters😉 ...ups and downs and maybe plunging down on those heart beats😳...just wrote all of them today ...so my pitara is totally empty again😆 ...I am adding more chapters to reach to the point where I have written the middle section ...so you can even demand your wishes😛...I will try to cater if it falls within my writing skills and character sketches ...
This ones dedicated to all those hard core romantic readers ...and another good friend Khadija(think thats right)...YehIshqhai_Zaya a very dear friend from twiiter.Thanks dear for all the messages...enjoy
and of course Ann for pushing me a little over the typical writers block, Enjoy
Chapter 20
Sapno ki Duniya...
Pune trip, was the best memory that would stay with Zain and Rhea. They discovered a new hidden feeling of love, for Zain it was just re-discovering how much he loved Aaliya. Every moment that Zain had spent with Rhea, made him realize what all he had missed in the past one year, her physical absence had left a dent in his heart, something that was filled every second with Rheas love. Yet his fear of losing her overshadowed everything. His eyes constantly eluded the terror of what will happen when her erased memory makes a comeback. However for Rhea, every little feeling was brand new. She had never felt so full of life, a breath that she had always felt was incomplete ...was finally nearing completion.
But how would she say those words ...what if he would say NO...her fear of being rejected was slowly encompassing her thoughts.
Kya karu ...kaise kahu ...hmmm dad koh batati hu ...NO NO NO...her evil twin soul shouted...pagal ho gayo hai kya woh toh Zain koh kaccaha kha jayenge ...phir kya karu ...aur yeh hai bhi itna sadu hai na ...pata nahi kis zamane mai jee raha hai ...she rolled her eyes, still peeking out of the barbed ST window...
Finally they both got a seat where they could sit beside each other...
He looked at her ...
Kya plan bana rahi ho...
Kuch bhi toh nahi she lied ...gently biting her tongue...
Accha...bolo tumhare ek khwaish ...mai poora karna chahta hu ...
She admired him ...he was the best guy she had ever interacted ...she didn't remember the ones before her memory loss, but post that he was the first one who had knocked her off...
Hmmm...kya baat hai kit kit bahut khush ho ...
He smiled again ....bolo naa
Accha...mai tumhare saath tumhara sapna jeena chahti hu ...
Tumhe joh pasand hai ...tumhare khwaisho mai ghulna chahti hu...mujhe aane doge apne khwaisho mai ...
He was taken aback...his dreams...all were with her ...all existed from her memory ...his Aaliya lived with him sharing it every moment and now Rhea wanted to experience it ...
Ok ...they were entering Mumbai ... They got down from the bus at the outskirts
He got down to a nearby ATM, withdrawing a wholesome amount ...
She kept on asking what was he up to ...
Shhh...he said as he walked around and saw a man with a bike ...more of a scooter
Zain walked towards him and spoke something ...handing him over his cash ...the guy reluctantly parted way from his very feminine bike...a girly version of the scooter...his wife would surely be happy, the amount was three times higher than he would have got for her scooter ...and this guy had given him his card...he was a royalty ... a familiar face in the newspapers ...he wouldn't cheat him ...
Zain got the scooter near Rhea ...
Yeh lo chalo isse...
Mujhe nahi aata ...chalana...
Aata hai ...cycle chalati thi tum aur gaadi bhi aati hai ...he remembered the first time he had seen her ..pre and post incidents
She looked surprised ...
Tumhe kaise pata
...who tumhare dad ne bataya tha ...
kab ...
Tumhare mami koh ...aise hi baat ho rahi thi...
You sure ...
haa baitho...he handed over the helmet ...she wore it, looking more like a Lilliput version of cuteness ...her red helmet shone in the early morning sun ...he almost fell off laughing ...
Mujhe nahi daalna ...bahut funny lag rahi hu ...
Pehno isse ...safety ke liye hai ...style ke liya nahi ...
Buckling it on her neck ...
Tum chalo naa...
Meri Khwaish ...bhool gayi...
She started it ...the keys inside the ignition gave a roaring sound ...
Accha ab jara aage baitho...mai double seat baithunga ...
She couldn't stop giggling ...Kitkit aaj toh hum dono hospital jayenge ....
Sarko...she moved ahead giving him a small space at the back...it was odd for him to lurch on the back ...almost diminishing the space ...he put his legs on both sides ...and kept his hand on the back...trying to balance, he didn't want to cross his lines yet ...
She started the bike...initially bumpy at 5 km/hr ...Zain laughed ...
Da...Bail gaadi nahi hai ...Scooter hai ...jara tez ...
And then the speed went up with her confidence raising ...it zoomed past ...
His hands holding the back handle, were giving away ...he finally kept a light hand on her shoulders...she jerked ...it was an igniting sensation ...Zain Abdullah and his hand ...soft and manly were on her feminine shoulders ...she was stiff...more with the arousal of her physical senses ...it was as though everything had stopped moving for her ...
Da...kya hua ...yeh aise murde ki tarah thandi kyu padi ho....his voice barely breaking the thick helmet and reaching her ears ...
The smile plastered on her face was mystical now...Thank god he couldn't see her ...
They moved past the narrow lanes...Rhea had no idea what was more exciting riding the scooter or Zain holding her on the back seat ...they reached a crowded market area ...where Rhea almost killed two pedestrians ...
After parking the bike safely ...Zain asked her chalo ...
They entered a fair ...a playground with a crowd so colorful that Rhea held Zains hand more firmly ...
They walked near a big Ferris wheel ...
chalo ...
nahi nahi mujhe vertigo hai ...
Theek hai mujhpar ulti kar dena ...chalo ...
They stood in the queue ...filled with kids ...and Zain was beaming now with happiness ...
Zain mujhe darr lag raha hai ..she said when she entered the empty chair ...mai hoo na ...
He sat next to her and gave his hand...
The ride started the wheel moved up ...and Rhea firmly held her hand on the bar the so called gate that wouldn't let her fall on the ground ...he was laughing at her non-stop now ...
When it rushed down after the first round ...her hands were on Zains neck ...wrapping around. Squeezing his breath ...that had already stopped ...
The wheel took seven rounds, every round made Rhea close her eyes more crisper than before and every fall holding him more firmly ...
When the ride finally stopped, she looked at him ...he was still in a trance ...
Slowly leaving his shirt that was crumpled with her hold she alighted the ride...a bit uneasy ...
Her walk was still fidgety ...he walked close to her ...
Rhea felt the adrenaline rush was more from her feelings for him than ...the ride...
Zain pointed out some candy floss... Buddhi ke baal
Nahi bahut sweet hai ...
Toh kya moti ho jaaogi, he teased her ...
Hui toh Nikaah kaun karega mujhse ...
Mai hu naa ...he walked away without looking back at her ...
She was in a daze...did he mean it ...was that a hint ...does he like her too...
He gave her the candy floss...they nibbled ...giggling like children ...surrounded by so much positive energy that was boasting their love ...
Chalo ...ab ek khaas jagah jayenge ..
She looked puzzled ...
The bike ride took some time to reach lands' end ...a place where the Arabian sea engulfs the beginning of the seven islands, the majestic Gateway of India was beaming ...pride of Mumbai ...an historic structure built to welcome the British royals, a brown watered jetty ...still enclosing nearby ...it was the salty air near the sea that filled her heart and spirit ...
Wow....she bounced like a helium balloon ...
She smelled the almost fishy odor ...he held her hand tightly least she would be washed away with all the excitement ...and the waves splashing the rocky boulders ...
Like a small school going child he was guiding her...towards a jetty, a boat ride that takes tourists around the gateway ...
The sea, the mist and the spraying laughter ...Zain held Aaliyas hand as tightly as he could ...he was devouring every moment ...
The boat sped ..around the wild waves ...the shaking and disoriented movements making her little nauseated ...but her vision soaking in the beaming spread of the horizon ...sea birds peaked back ...and the guide was blabbering in the background ...the gateway and the adjoining Taj hotel looked dominating the entire skyline...Rhea was in love ...and Zain was holding on to his every second ...
The 40 minutes ride was filled with so many happy moments that it was difficult to savor in one life-time ...a film reel of all the negatives in Zains mind were turning into a reality ...a scene of positive images ...
Zain ...bahut mazaa aa raha hai ...suno chalo kuch kate hai ...
He shook his head, she could never leave food ...
The Corn popularly known as bhutta ...was chomped for lunch ...she was eating in such a perfection one bite one row ...as though it was supposed to be cleaned to perfection ...he looked at his ...all haphazard bites adorned ...
Aree itne perfection se bhi kya khana ...
Toh aise adi manav ke tarak kyu khaa rahe ho...mujhe dekho kitne perfectly khaye hai row by row ...
Kya mazaa hai ...mai toh doobara kahunga ...bache huae ...chote chote bites ka mazaa lunga ...
It was depicting their ways totally weird ...
He took her last to marine drive ...A c shaped road enclosing the sea ...Queens necklace its nickname when the street lights from top gave it a majestic necklace look...she looked amazed ...Zain had shown her so many vivid colors of life in these past one and half day ...
Zain she was still holding his hand ...almost looking like a couple walking in the crowd ...
Rhea ...he finally called her ...
Bolo...
Bahut keemti hai yeh pal ...
Mere liye bhi
Bhoologi nahi na inhe ...
She looked puzzled ...how did he know that she had forgotten her past ...
Koshish karungi ...she assured him ...a whole day had passed with no images, she was happy ...
Rhea agar kabhi bhooli toh yaad zarror karna ...in lamho mai kisiki Khwaishein poori hui hai ...koi jee raha tha in lamho mai ...
She smiled back ...Kitkit tum bahut romantic ho...
He laughed ...
Cheesy line hai
Ho, toh bataya ...
Sach keh raha hu ...bahut saari yadein banayi hai ...mere khwabo nei ...inhe kabhi adhoora mat chodna ...
Aree kaha na ...nahi chodungi ...
Vaada ...
Vaada...
They walked merging in the crowd...two souls ...separated by time ...walking with dreams ...
Yadon ki aaj ek aisi dor bandi hai
...joh seedhe mere sanso se judi hai ...
Tere tasavoor koh
...aaj apni parchaiye ke ek anjaane dhage se
...maine bin bole buni hai...
Pre-cap: What happens ...when they reach Barkat Villa
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If that was up, this one will plunge you down ...if you are in a good mood wouldnt recommend reading this one today ...emotionally very heavy ...but this is the core ...
Sorry if I disappoint you all, but I am really horrid in keeping him smiley and romantic ...please bear
Chapter 21
Choti si bhool
They both walked in...almost covered with the black smoke from all the vehicles after their scooter ride...laughing, giggling just like two love birds ...Barkat villa stood to a standstill ...and so did all the family members. Few looked very happy ...Fahad, Nafisa, some looked confused like Shazia ...some looked angry ...Suraiya ...and one set of eyes almost popped out of hatred ... Rehmans
Rhea ...ran inside...to hug Rehman, he smiled ...when he saw Zain smirking ...
Zains eyes fell on a face, that exuded coldness for him almost every moment now... he mustered his strength to look at Suraiya, swamping in an alien world of sadness, hatred and hurt...he was overstepping the fine line that Suraiya had set for him...it was his urges that were making him disobey. He was very happy today those moments spent with Rhea both in Pune and Mumbai had filled him with Love ...he was so much in Love...that it didn't cross him ...he was doing a big mistake ...
She looked back with an equal loneliness that was haunting her, maybe she was losing him every day by pushing him closer to Aaliya. He looked happy, maybe she should just let her ego go ...but her past, the horrendous night in the police station ...the way she was humiliated in front of the society. Every moment of that terrible Eid night was zooming as though someone had held a magnifying glass in front of her. ...Aaliya was the one who had complained, Aaliya was the reason why she lost her husband ...and now that same Aaliya was snatching away Zain ...she looked disoriented with revenge, she wanted her vengeance
Looking at Rhea walking upstairs with Rehman was pricking Suraiya. The hatred that she had so far subdued in her tinned and sealed heart was surfacing up ...
Rhea ...Suno ...her words broke the silence and her promise to Zain ...filling the room with a unseen animosity
Zain looked up towards Rhea, who smiled at Suraiya...unaware of her hostility heedlessly entering into a danger zone...
Kya hua Mami...Suraiya walked near her
Zain could almost heard a hissing sound around the scene...his face was drained...almost pale ...and his heartbeats went berserk ...Zain rushed ahead almost coming in between both of them ...
Aree Zain side hato ...Mami kuch kehna chahti hai ...she peeked at Suraiya ...
Zain turned around and pleaded to Suraiya, again crossing the unseen forbidden lines...he couldn't afford to hurt Aaliya ...
His eyes spoke a language that only Suraiya was able to decode ...plunging Suraiya back to the reality,
She couldn't misbehave with Rhea...she had promised him ...gulping down the rising anger, hatred and jealousy...she spoke to Rhea ...
Aaram karo...Thak gayi hogi ...breathing life to Zains battered soul...
Arre nahi Mami...Zain ne bada khayal rakha mera,
Bahut mazaa kiya humane ...bahut hi zyada ...to top her statement she winked at Zain ...
Ho gaya ...ab yahi baaki reh gaya tha, Zains inner soul was screaming ...koi yeh bevakoof koh samjhaye ...kyu meri jaan lene par tuli hui hai ...Aaliya chup raho please...his inner voice was pleading now, almost
Suraiya quietly nodded and turned back ...Rhea walked towards her room with Rehman, leaving an almost dizzy Zain behind to handle a fuming Suraiya ...
A stinging voice, surrounded him ...
Fahad... maine samjhaya tha ...ki mujhe iski shaqal bhi nahi dekhni hai, toh phir iski himmat kaise hui ...meri aankhon mai dekhne ki ...her back was talking with Zain now ...She hated the fact that he was with Aliya for almost two days ...
Zain looked down, it was weird ...it was his own house, own family and his own mom ...yet he was being repyramided for what ...just looking at her face, how can she be so harsh, so cruel to him, he was her most loved son after all, someone whom she could never neglect, never overlook...yet at this very moment she was complaining, disgracing his every move ...with questions and sadness he didn't know if he should answer her back...but the intimidating silence in the room and everyones eyes were reeking for a reply.
Maaf kijiye...galti hui...par iski sazaa Aaliya koh kyu, maine gusthaki ki tu mai hu bharunga ...woh nahi ...uski hifazat ke liya agar koi bhi kimat chukani pade toh manzoor hai
...bachpan mai jab bhi galti karte to aap ya dad humein daate ...par dad ne humein kabhi sazaa nahi di, humesha kaha ki gunaah ka ehsaas hi uski sabse badi sazaa hai, jab fahad bhai se betting racket ki galti hui ...tab bhi ...but theek hai, agar aap chahti hai ki sirf ehsaas kafi nahi ...to na sahi ...
Fahad bhai inse boliye ...ki mai tayaar hu ...agar maine vaada toda hai, toh uski keemat bhi mai hi chukaunga...
Those words were as hollow as his thoughts and feelings ...
He was expecting, maybe his words would hurt her like everytime, making her walk out of the room , letting him remorse for his mistake...
But for Suraiya it was Rheas provocative statements and her closeness with Zain that was eating her out, Zain didn't let her vent it out on Rhea, acting as her armor and protecting her from the blaze in his moms heart, but he was not aware to what extent the hurt and anger had penetrated Suraiyas psyche. She had lost her logical thoughts and was just loathing in the pool of disdain that her feelings were swamping her in ...
Without thinking...she blurted out ...
Fahad isse kaho, har rishta barbari se nibhana mumkin nahi hai ...yeh ek accaha beta na ban saka ...chod diya apni mom koh kisi ke liye, yeh bhi nahi socha ki kitni tanha hu mai, inke jaane ke baad ...bas chala gaya ...apni khudgarzi mai itna andha ho chukka hai yeh...ki har rishte koh tod sakta hai ...sirf ek koh bacahane ke liye...aise insaan kisike layak nahi...
It was a thousands arrows piercing his heart at the same time...
Theek hai nahi hu layak ...toh kya karu ... ...waise bhi is ghar par rehkar bhi, mera hona na hona ...na ke barabar hai...mai kisi bhi kone mai rahu, kisko koi parvah nahi ...na mai saath mai baith sakta hu, kha sakta hu ...aur na hi purae azadi ke saath apni nazare ghuma sakta hu...agar mere hona itna hi naa gavara hai inhe ...agar inhe lagta hai mere tanha rehne se, akele rehne se inhe sukoon naseeb hoga toh yehi sahi ...he spurted his words out
Fahad bhai yaad hai...zindagi mai sirf ek baar inhone mujh par chilaya tha...jab mere haton inki ammi ki akhari nishani toot gayi thi ...us din, pehle baar maine inki ankhon mai apne liye pyaar ki jagah mayusi dekhi thi ...ghussa dekha tha ...woh pehle din tha jab inhone aisa kuch kiya tha, jisse yeh shayad aaj bhi bhool nahi paayi hogi ...
Mai sirf 8 saal ka tha...aur waha sirf do ghante tha ...aaj galti bhi badi hai ...aur keemat bhi ...
Bhai, keh dena inse ...wahi jaa raha hu ...ab bahar tab aaunga, jab yeh khud darvaza kolegi... aur haa, meherbani karke Rhea koh door hi rakhiye, nahi jaante aap sab ki mai kish hadh tak jaa sakta hu uske liye ...
Bas 5 min mai aaya....he walked away in anger, not looking back at the storm he had kicked inside Suraiya, all his words...those memories came haunting back...
He was a kid then, and even now she had repented as to why had she locked him there...Osman had not spoken to her for a whole week after that, she herself had not eaten anything for a whole day...the memories came in bouts of anger, to what extent is he going to keep Aaliya in his life, does he even care what his Mom feels or thinks ...
Before Fahad could react, he saw Suraiya sitting on the couch holding it like it was about to slip away ...
Zain slowly walked to Rheas room, She was lazily sitting on the bed reading a book...
Da..his voice had a small shiver ...suno kuch din ke liye bahar jaa rah ahu...zaroori kaam hai ...
Acchanak ...abhi toh aaye ho ...aaram toh karlo ...bahut thak gaye hoge naa
Nahi, mujhe jaana hoga...
Theek hai mai call kar dungi...
Nahi, waha network nahi hai ...aake baat karte hai ...
She felt his voice was pretending to be sane ...but he was not ...she got up and walked towards him ...
Zain haath do ...he gave his hand ...she held it ....pata nahi dil bahut ghabra raha hai...jaldi aana...he touched her cheeks with his other hand... yehi hu ...thumare paas ...he literally meant it
She smiled, he walked out to meet Rehman standing out in the corridor ...
Zain had lost his senses...he was hurt and few more hurtful words would have just broken him ...
Rehmaan walked near him, Zain ...
Zain got ready to be hit again by taunts...
Thank you...he gazed at Rehmaan ...
Aaj pehli baar Rhea koh itna khush dekha, jaanta hu sirf tumhari wajah se hai ...par haa mai aaj bhi uska baap hu, sambhal kar rehna mujhse, Zains mouth was wide open ...seeing Rehmaan going towards his room.
Rehman had unexpectedly given him a streak of happiness ...he left a slow breath ...and walked downstairs...ready to fulfill his broken promise ...
Fahad and everyone were still scared to even move...
Zains footsteps were the only sound heard in Barkat Villa...
Bhai maine Rhea se kaha hai ki mai kisi kaam se bahar jaa rah ahu, please uska khayal rakyega...aur haa, maine joh keh diya ...aap jaante hai mai who kar ke hi rehta hu ...agar inke alava kisine bhi darvaaza khola toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga, he eyed towards Nafeesa, she was sobbing now.
Aap chal rahe hai na, he quizzed at Fahad ...
Zain please, Mom ke baat ka yeh matlab mat nikalo...hum sab tumhe bahut chahte hai ...please aisa mat karo...bhool jao sab, tum abhi ghusse mai ho ...apne aap koh aise takleef dekar kya milega...tum jaante ho Allah ke nazar mai bhi yeh ek gunaah hai ...
Bhai, aap chal rahe hai ya nahi ...
Jaane do isse Fahad...khwab bun raha hai...jis din hakeekat ka saamna hoga tab pata chalega isse ...
Zain walked towards the back of the house...Nafeesa and Shazia followed a mute Fahad, who was unable to see the consequences of anger and revenge mixing togethere...
He opened the door of the dark store room...seldomly used by anyone...filled with old junk...a heaven for all the crawling insects ...and a paradise for stale air ...he walked in not wanting to see Fahads face
Bhai band kijiye ...fahad dint move, his hands were trembling now ...
Bhai aapko meri kasam...darvaja band kijiye ...tala side par hai ...aur chavi zameen par daal dijiye ...
Zain please...
Ab aap bhi meri baat nahi manege ...
Fahad was in tears as he closed the door, blinding the room into a complete darkness ...his hands were trembling when he put the steel lock and placed the keys on the mat down ...seeing his little brother doing this had shaken him ...he was torn ...
He turned back to see a crying Suraiya ...
Mom please...atleast aap toh zidd chod dijiye ...
Uski zidd nahi chalegi ...she walked away ...crying bitterly
The whole house was filled with an eerie silence ...Zain walked in deeper inside ...making himself comfortable in a cold corner...just thinking...what all is life making him do...
Kyu ghutan si ab har baar mujhe choo jaati hai ...
Har ek saas par kyu meri jaan le jaati hai ...
Pre-cap: Will Suraiya open the lock or not
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Sorry my stories are pretty heavy...I sound more like the producers of BI who never cared about the Fans 😡, but believe me every scene is tightly woven ...its Zains story ...what he thinks how he feels ...
The two parts were solely dedicated to Harshad ...without that face, I wouldnt be writing even a single line...
Once again ...extremely sorry for hurting your smiles
Chapter 22
Azmayish ...
That night when Zain was in the store room ...Rhea couldn't sleep ...her images showed a gory site, he needed her ...the same cloudy man ...whose face she could not see...he was hit by a car and a blanket a white one with several colors had fallen on him...she was running and waking him up...
Her cry reached the room next door, Rehman woke up and came running besides Rhea ...
Kya hua bete...she was trembling ...he held her close... protecting her ...gently praying that these thoughts should recede without hurting her physically ...
For Rhea, it was she more than that ...her heart felt something was wrong somewhere ...something bad was happening ...but to whom ...she picked her cell and called him ...his cell was switched off...she called back several times to hear the same voice ...switched off...
Rehmaan saw her and understood, the strings of hearts were reeking in the beats...twitching it slowly ...he just patted her head and gently kissed her forhead, letting her sleep again ...
On the other side Suraiya was wide awake, sitting in her rocking chair ...
He was all alone ...just a walk and opening the door would let him free...what was he being punished for, she had no clue. She was blank...just starring at Osmans picture...looked like he was sad and angry at her...
The morning was unusually reticent the next day, only Rhea was chirpy ..talking non-stop ...Suraiya took the first bite of her paratha...and couldn't poke it down her throat...it stuck there meeting the big blob of pain filled sadness ...she wanted to rush to him and hug him ...it had been one night ...of lunatic loneliness. She walked off back to her room ...Rhea didn't see that no one had touched food on the table ...
Both Fahad and Rhea spent the entire day in office...
Rhea remembering Zain every second ...and Fahad getting restless every few minutes. He had called several times and asked Nafeesa if Mom had gone down...she hadn't left the room, he was getting scared for both of them ...both their egos are clashing and they were getting hurt...he silently prayed that this difficult situation should come to an end...wish his dad would have been around ...he would have set things right ...
By late evening when he entered the house, he saw a tensed Nafeesa ...
Taking her aside away from Rhea...he asked ...Mom aayi thi ...
Nahi who apna ...darvaza bhi nahi khol rahi ...
He walked upstairs ...Mom please ...she opened the door at the fourth knock ...
Mom, please zidd chod dijiye ...kam se kam aap hi samjh jaaye...aap badi hai ...please khuda ke liye usse bahar bulaiye...ek din se jyada ho chukka hai mom ...he was almost pleading now ...
With a silent Suraiya...Fahad just walked out ...like last time he couldn't blackmail her, the last time she had thrown Aaliya out and Zain was punished ...he had walked out of the house with everyone...and Suraiya had relented, but things were different now...he would not leave Suraiya ...she was all alone literally...but Zains pain ...his loneliness was biting him now...he thought he was fighting a losing battle between two ...an ego and impulsive behavior ...both disguised to hurt...
That night no one had dinner, making Rhea wonder if everything was all right ...she was missing Zain a lot ...she had grown used to his kitkit ... after thousand calls...she was crazily wanting to hear his voice...
Yaad kar rahi ho na ...his hiccups wont stop...he smiled when the stray beam of light coming from the creek of the door was telling him it might be night again ...
Mai bhi bahut miss kar raha hu...sorry aise chodkar chala gaya ...but kya karu, tumhe kho nahi sakta ...agar mera aise karne se unka ghussa tumse hat sakta hai ...toh yehi sahi ...he had chalked her name on the floor with a broken charcoal ...Aaliya ...
After dinner, she walked back and went to his room ...everything was left untouched...the way he had left it before going to Pune...she saw his bag ...he had not taken his suitcase for this trip she was surprised, maybe he was in a hurry ...she was feeling uneasy ...she felt he was still there and needed her...
That night too she woke up screaming ...she saw the guy in his dreams had a broken hand ...she was taking care of him ...he needed her today too...he was there somewhere near her ...
This time her shout was so loud, that even Zain heard it ...
He slowly walked towards the door...making a fist and hitting on the wall...she needed him and he was trapped. His promise, ego and his demands had bound him in this four walls...he came back to sit in his fav position on the floor...a spot that had been repeatedly cleaned when he had laid on it ...Zain who was forever scared of mice and crawling insects had actually abondoned all his phobias. The time he spent in this room was filled with his past ...every thing was vividly painting an image ...but his physical needs of food and water that he had so far avoided were cleaving his vow...he had no clue how long he would endure this, how long when Fahad would not listen and barge in ...he just wanted Suraiya to know, he needed her ...he wanted her to open the door...
In the darkness Zain still prayed his namaaz...with no idea of time ...he had randomly asked god ...his Allah to protect Aaliya, her scream meant her past was peeking more closer to her now...he needed her as much she needed him now...
The next morning ... Suraiya was pacing in her room ...
She knew Zain would not recede back, he was relentless towards his demands...she couldn't bare it any more ...
Fahad walked in ...Mom agar aap nahi jayegi toh mai jaa kar usse bahar launga phir chahe who mujhe kitna bhi ghussa kua na kare ...ab bas ...agar usse ghasitna pade tab bhi ...
He started walking out...she stopped him ...tum Rhea koh office bhejo ...
He finally smiled...finally she was accepting her defeat ...he excitedly went away...the excoriating hour and half later once Rhea and Rehmaan had left and Rhea was safe in the office ...he went to Suraiya ...
Both walked down ...Suraiya was afraid now ...tired ...scared ...she slowly steped on the rug ...picking up the key that Fahad had placed...tremors of her hands gently did not allow her to opened the locks easily ...and opening the door, gave the first beam of light after two days inside ...
He had closed his eyes and was sleeping on the floor almost cuddling to himself...he opened his eyes to see the bright Silhouettes ...he had won ...he smiled with lips chapped dry now ...
She turned back and went away...Fahad was just looking at Zain ...maddness of love ...or madness ...what was it ...
He picked him and slowly took him to his room ...
Ab khush...mil gaya sukoon hum sabko tadpa kar ...he couldn't even get angry at him...anymore
When Rhea arrived she was super excited to know Zain had returned from the trip...She hopped towards his room...with food kept on the center table and a blanket covering him she was not able to make out ...
Kya hua tumhe ...
Tabiyat theek nahi hai ...bas aise hi ...tum batao kyu chdail ki tarah fudak rahi ho...his smile was back
Do din mai ek baar bhi yaad nahi aayi ...ek phone nah kiya tumne ...she sulked, unaware that he had never left his home...
Kaha tha naa... bahut door tha ...trying to drive away the image of that cold dark store room ...
She rolled her eyes, he laughed ...itni week kyu lag rahe ho ...yeh chehra itna utra kyu hai ...
Tum nahi dikhi na ...isliye ...she smiled ...
Accha ek gaana sunao na...tumhari avaaz sini hai ...
She smiled ...
Ik Zara Haath BaDha DeN To PakaD Le Daaman
Uske Seene MeiN Sama Jaaye Hamari DhaDkan
Itni Kurbat Hai To Phir Faaslaa Itna KyooN Hai...
She was cut short ...he held her hand and was singing the next lines ...
Dil-E-Barbaad Se Nikla NahiN Ab Tak Koi
Ik Loote Ghar Pe Diya Karta Hai Dastak Koi
Aas Jo TooT Gayee Phir Se Bandhaata KyooN Hai
Maybe she needed to tell him what he meant for her ...it was time for confessing ...her love
Tujhe kya pata ...kya kya zehar pee chukka hu mai...
Tujhe paane ki is tapish mai ...
Kitna adhoora jal chukka hu mai...
Precap: How will she confess ...wait and watch 😳
SIM
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