As we enter the final phases of BIshq...a very strange feeling is settling in ...sadness coz i will miss writing it ...happiness that finally the book will reach its destination.
When I started writing in November I was skeptical scared to show the dark side of this zaya version, and to some extent my fears were right. We all live in a glorified bubble of love that dosent see the prick of reality. This was an attempt to show what happens to real people, their emotions, their lives. Happily ever after might just be a myth...every couple struggles ..the bond strengthens over time. A part of me will always be embedded in this story, i didnt want to give u all a candy floss version, its heavy, emotional yet there was love written in each word. The next few chapters will twitch u more...my best work is yet to come. One of the chapters that I am proud of, its a writers delight to research and dwell and write on unexplored emotions. The peri-climax is the best one, we start this journey from here ...real events that happen to real people. for all those readers who want to see a different love story this is for you
Dedication: Harsh_Pree(Mariya) am not sure if i had mentioned u earlier..thank you for your lovely words. A special mention for Sakeena, if my words ever change the course of your path, the writer in me will forever smile. The friend will be happ, for all those lovely words that you shower on me...this is once again my tribute to you...
Buckle up ...and hang on
Chapter 36
Hadsaa...
The night with Zain was the most peaceful Aaliya had spent after a long time...it was his sheer magic of love..they never touched ...just sitting next to each other ...as he smiled at her non-stop...
He placed a blanket on her ...and pulled around her sholuders ...and sat back ...she smiled
Zain tum kitne badal gaye ho...nikaah ke pehle wale London returned Zain najane kaisa tha ...ab nazar hi nahi aata mujhe ...as she eyed him ...
He was holding his knees with both hands ...
Da...waqt ne badla hai ..kuch acche ke liye kuch burae ke liye ...mai to bas saanse le raha hu...ek khokli koshish ...as the cold wind touched his skin ...he shivered for a milli second ...again giving the warmth of his palms ...to his cold body and even colder emotions...
She wanted to share the blanket with him ...but wasn't she giving him more pain ...on Saturday when she would walk away ...he would be heartbroken...she decided not to share it...
As he eyed her again...
Da...agar humara talaqh nahi hota, agar ek lafaz mai nahi bolta ...mere tumhare beech ab bhi ek rishta hota ...toh kya tum tab bhi aise hi nazaron se dekhti mujhe...itna hi nafrat kar paati...ya kuch badlta ...
She went silent ...his questions had no answers now...
Zain ...tum par ghussa karna ab meri haat mai nahi hai ...
haa par shayad cheeze aaj bhi waise hi hoti...joh lafhz tumne kaha tha ..uske ghaav bahut gehra hai, mere pyaar se bhi gehra...
He looked down as the hold on his knees tightened ...
Da...tumhe pata hai ...aajkal bahut akela mehsoos hota hai...pehle tumhari narazgi ke saath ..bhi mai kabhi itna tanha nahi raha, ab toh bas virangi dikhti hai...
As the intensity of his pain shadowed his eyes ...they bore a pain an unspoken one..
Da..kya mai zindagi bhar aise hi rahunga ...kya tum mujhe kabhi pyaar nahi karogi...kabhi apni marzi se nahi chuogi ...kabhi pyaar se nahi dekhogi ...
The words that stabbed her already mutilated heart...she knew he was lonely ...and heartbroken...
Zain ...aaj roza rakha tha tumne..pata hai sabse paak cheez hoti hai kisike liye bina batayae dua mangna ...aur joh insaan pak ho usse dard nahi dena chaiye ...
tumhare ki hui har baat mai jeete ji nahi bhool paungi ...par yeh ek lamha hai ...joh kal nahi hoga ...mat bandho isse ...zindagi nahi thamti kisike jaane se ...
Allah ne sab koh uski manzil di hai...tumhare paas aage behad khoobsurat raah padi hai ...kyu kisike bhoz koh apne saath liye jaa rahe ho...na tum chal paoge na hi jee paoge ...
Hum ...dost bankar reh sakte hai ...hai na
His eyes were filled with tears ...Da...pyaar hone ke baad ...tum us insaan koh agar dost kahoge toh pyaar ki tohheen hoti hai...mai ab dost nahi ban sakta ...haa dosti nibhaunga par ek shahuar ke dayre mai rehkar
Da ...agar mai chala jau...toh tum mujhe yaad nahi karogi kya ...
Kaha jaa rahe ho...
Bas aise hi poocha ...
Nahi Zain ..tum ek band kitaab ho mere liye...jisse ab phir padne ki himmat nahi hai mujhme ...main ahi yaad karungi tumhe ...she lied and look away ...
He smiled ...saari koshish bekar rahi na ...na nafrat mita paaya ...na pyaar bada paaya ...haar gaya na mei ..he exhaled ...par mai kahin nahi jaunga ...
Woh tare dekh rahi ho...she looked up...
Har tarre ke saath ek ankahi noor simti hai ..mai bhi wahi hu ...
tum bhalle mujhe mehsoos na karo...mai har lamha tumhe apni bahon ki hifazat mai rakhunga ..
mera ...kareeb hona na hona ...ab koi mayne nahi rakhta hai...shayd isse pyaar kehte hai...
As they both starred in darkness ...each in their own interpretation of love ...as he slept next to her ...she gently slid the blanket on him ...once he slept ...unaware that she had decided to walk her own path ...he slept ...in peace
As the morning sun came up...she saw him squinting ...as she took her hand over his face ...covering him from the burn ...the shadow protecting him. That's how her love had always been till they had parted ways ...till she met with the accident ...the milder ways of bugging him had given way to now harsher and cruel methods ...her hand was less of a protector ...but more of a punisher now...
She stared back on those lines ...what had Allah written in them ...having him ...losing him ..to gain back his love again ..only to step away ...she smiled ...four more days and he would be free of her burden ...
As he shifted ...he smiled ...Goodmorning Da ...
She moved her hand away and sat up...
Chale...varna school pahuchne mai der ho jayegi ...
The journey back home that had started in the wee hours ...was filled with a strange feeling ...as Zain looked out of the window...how much ever he tried ...she would never ever behave normally with him, the emotions were forever concealed in a backlash of bitterness and hate ...
the alternative treatment or mode that he had selected to let her vent out her frustration had failed...he saw the dark green trees zip by ...just like his life was passing ...watching it was his only option now...
The day went about normally ...except in the evening when she walked near him again ...
He was sitting on the garden bench ...blindly starring out as she came and sat next to him...
Zain ...kuch baat karni hai ...he smiled ...
Da ...kal se dekh rah ahu ..bhaut badli si lag rahi ho ...
mujhe bhaut ghabrahat ho rahi hai ..dekho please lautane koh mat kehna ...ab toh tumse ladne ya zidd karne ki takat bhi nahi hai mujhme...
She took a deep breath ...Zain ...zindagi jiske saath joh karti hai ...who uske muqaddar mai likha hota hai...na usse tum badal sakte ho na mitaa sakte ho...toh kyu kar rahe ho yeh zidd, Mami koh zaroorat hai tumhari ...laut jao please ...
Da...phir se ..he got up...
Nahi baat karni mujhe tumse ...jab dekho haat dhokar meri jaan ke peeche padi rehti ho ...
mujhe ghar ke kaam hai ...fizul ke cheeze discuss karne ka waqt nahi hai ...tum baitho yaha ..mai jaa rah ahu...
He got up and left ...and turned midway ...
Da...macchar hai bahut ...davai laga lena ...kahi lavaria na ho jaaye ...his smile and walk made her smile too...the countdown had started ..only 4 more days were left ...
That night she kept starring at the form ...filling it ...tremors ...the pen moved and slipped on her sweaty hands ...as she read and re-read the fine lines ...a fear ...how will the place be ...how long she will stay there ...she was grading her own condition ...a form that only neurosurgeons filled ...the flashes of her life with Zain before her injury and post it swirled ...as she cried ...
Allah ...teri ladli thi...shayad isliye itna tadpa raha hai na...
Nahi karungi shikayat aapse ...bas uski hifazat karna ...
Nadaan hai woh ...soch raha hai mera ilaaz kar payega ...yeh jaante huae ki is bimari ka koi poora ilaaz nahi ho sakta ...her breathing had become inconsistent again ...
Kal yeh form jama ho jayega ...aur mami aa jayegi shukravar koh...uske uthne se pehle ..chali jaungi ...
Bahut royega na woh ...her tears had dampened the white paper to a shade of wet grey ...mami dad sab hai uske paas ...saath denge uska ...par akeli toh mai rahungi waha ...
Ya Allah ..mai theek faisal toh le rahi hu na ...roz ka nashta ...raat ka gulab ...I love you Da ...ki who avaaz koi nahi hoga sunne waha ...na hi koi haseyga mujhe ...she kissed his pendant ...
She will never take out that pendant ...never ...filling a column ...attached to ...
The tremble rose as she saw the blank space that she had hated the most ...and put his name there ...sealing his fate forever ...theirs was an incomplete love story ...
As she weakly stood up and folded the form and slipped in her purse ...wiping her tears ...his freedom was near ..she smiled ...
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Tuesday
It was a regular day in the school...as Aaliya was busy gearing up...a start of a new life ..unkown to Zain ...when all of a sudden she heard a announcement to assemble in the auditorium ...she was surprised ...why were they being called with all the kids at this hour ...it was post recess ...as she asked all the kids to form a line ...and move quickly ...
Enroute she met Aalisha ...aree yeh aise zor zor se kyu mike par chilla rahe hai Sharma Sir ..I am sure biwi ne nashte mai kuch nahi diya hoga she laughed ...
As Aaliya counted her students ...aree ...ek koi missing hai ...aree haa Zaroon ..woh kaha hai ...shayad zarror bathroom gaya tha ...accha Aalisha tum inhe auditorium le jao mei aati hu ...
Aalisha nodded and marched the kids towards the auditorium where a peon opened the gate slowly ...Zain walked briskly ...towards the auditorium...but his gaze caught Aaliya walking back towards her class...
He quietly followed her ...
As Aaliya went inside her class ...he saw a peon entering behind her ...and closing the door ...Zain had an uneasy feeling ...as he walked fast to stand near the window ...
He saw a terrible scene inside ...before he could rush in ...he heard a gun shot ...the whole school had a drop silence now ...as the mike system boomed ...with shouts of screeching children and sobs ...and the mike went mute ...as if someone had unplugged the wires
Zain rushed inside Aaliyas class...
As he forcibly opened the door ...he saw the peon ...holding Aaliya hostage at a gun point ...while little zaroon was crying on his bench ...Zain walked in cautiously ...
Dekho ...in dono koh jaane do ...
Tum yehi chahte ho na hum auditorium mai jaaye ...theek hai he raised his hand ...hum chalte hai na...
Bas un dono koh chod toh ...his face intensified as he walk closer now
The grip on the semi automatic pistol tightened the black nozzle touching her skin ...as he tensed ...and Aaliyas breathing increased ...the captor gave an eye contact and asked him to kneel ...with his pointed fingers
Zain walked skeptically ahead and kneeled ...still raising his hands in the air assuring he just wanted their safety ...
as the captors cell phone message rang ...he carefully pulled out the cell phone from his pocket and was reading it ...when Zain pounced on him...
Caaught unaware the cell phone flipped from his hand as Zain combatted him on the floor ...the first punch came on his jaws ...the opposite person who was well trained too gave a hard fight ...but Zain kept on hitting him ...fighting to the tilt
As they both started rolling on the floor trying to overpower each other ..Aaliya rushed towards Zaroon ...he was crying and shivering now ...hugging him ...
In a fraction of second ...the triger got pressed ...and a shrilling gun shot was heard ...Aaliya looked around crying ...almost screaming ...as the captor rolled away from Zains body ...streaking his shirt with shades of red...
his blood was splashed on Zains hands and face now ...as he stood up...almost shaking ...Zains clotes were soaked in blood ...almost dripping now
The sight of killing someone so silently had shaken him ...he stood in a daze ...cold ...looking at the now twittering body that was gasping for breath ...
As Aaliya still held Zaroon ...who rushed towards Zain now ...hugging him ...
Zain gently kept his hand over his head ...and lowering himself to his level...kissed his forhead ..theek ho na tum...he just knodded ...as Zain hugged Zaroon
Jao Bag le lo...humei yaha se nikalna hoga ...unke aane se pehle ...as he looked around the room
Zaroon picked his bag and walked near Zain
Aaliya turned around still sitting close to the dying man ...his face had a strange fear ...she was crying ...she had never ever seen anyone dying in front of her before ...as he took his last breath ...she slowly closed his eyes ..and recited the last prayers ...begging Allah to free his soul of the crime he had committed ...religion didn't matter ...life and death couldn't differentiate which religion he belonged to
As Zain moved near Zaroons back and kept a hand on him, they walked towards Aaliya ...
As a tensed Zain slowly spoke...Aaliya ...chup chap ...bina avaj kiye hume school se bhagna hoga...hume police ke paas jana padega ...as he searched for his phone ...realizng he had forgotten it in his class...
he went near her purse as she still was in a trance and picked her cell up...the eyes ignoring those papers ...he dialed the poice help line ...giving them the crucial information that the school was under a terrorist attack ...before he could cut the phone ...4 people stormed the room...all masked ...as Aaliya moved back from the dead body ...towards Zain and holding his arms
The tall person ..who looked like their leader ...came and sat next to his companion ...the eyes and a masked face showed no emotions ...as his stern voice asked Zain ...
Tu kai karriyo hai?
Zain stood quiet, his utmost priority was Aaliyas and Zaroons safety ...he knew fighting with these group would be futile they were loaded with guns and they were 4 of them ...he did an eye contact ...
Haa...maine maara usse
The eyebrows behind the mask frowned ...
Phone kathai hai ...as he started walking towards Zain ...who refused to move ...
He snatched Aaliyas phone from his hand and saw ...throwing it away ...
The first blow came unasked for ...a fist crumbling its intensity on his jawline ...followed by a hard kick on his stomach as Zain fell on the ground, pushing Aaliya and Zaroon back ...gasping for breath ...
Aaliya rushed ahead ...as the other two held her back ...she was crying and struggling ...not able to see him being beaten up ...as Zaroon with his bag pack on back held on crying to her feet
Phone kathai hai ...he asked again
Zain unresponsiveness earned him two more hard kicks as he felt the leather shoes digging on his ribs now...the pain tripled as blood oozed out of his mouth ...
As Aaliya increased her struggle ..the third person came and silently told the tall one something ...
He stopped ...Chori koh khsoleyo(take her) ...choro ne reva do...as they moved with Aaliya
The language barrier still made Zain understand their intentions ...As Zain got up and screamed ...haath nahi lagana usse ...
The leader tuned back and starred at him ...he still was standing on his legs even after being so severely beaten ...
He eyed his third accomplice ...silently asking him to check the room...he searched ...nodding a no ...as the leaders frown lines intensified ..ya doya ne lair aa (take these two) ...
Par...the group was releuctant to take a hostage
As his line was cut short ..chalo barrai (lets go outside)
as he eyed Zaroon ...isse pile koh nahi ...chalo ...
In a fraction of second ...Zain and Aaliya were both dragged out of the room ...as the gang ...pushed the door of the class shut as Zaroon hid under the table crying ...
Zain and Aaliya were shoved in the back of a tempo and the light was totally cut off ...all they heard was the starting of the engine ...as another vehicle started too...
The darkness didn't let him see her ...was she ok ..he tried moving with the shaking vehicle now ...touching the bumpy floor as the vehicle took a steep turn and he ended up banging his head on the side of the tempo ...passing out ...
Zindagi har roz ek naya lamha likh jaati hai ...
Bikhri yaadon ki dastaan ...hateli par kured jaati hai..
SIM
Pre-cap: will they be harmed ..what will Zaya do now
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