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Denial.
Zain Abdullah, the king of my heart, had left me that day. I stood on the porch of my house and he just got into the car and drove away. Away from the house. Away from all the moments we had shared together. Away from the problems we had to face to finally be together. Away from, me.
But there's nothing that can be denied at this part. He, was the Chief, and of course he will not want to ruin his rappo in front of the whole hospital by falling in love with an intern.
Rather, he'd fall in love with Gauhar. Gauhar, the owner's daughter, was a thousand times richer, succesful, and prettier than me. So, well, obviously he'd want her.
But I can do this. I can let him go. I loved him. LOVE him. And I can't be as selfish as I need to be to make him stay with me. I can't keep him forever, I knew from the very starting. Yet, I fell in love with the guy who, everytime entered the hospital, made my heart skip a beat. I couldn't breathe. I rush into the house.
He. Left. Me.
5 years later
"Zain!" I call out. "Breakfast's ready! Come down fast!"
"Yes Ammi." Down comes the love of my life, the only ray of hope I had left, my 4 year old son, Zain. I had named him after him, only because I still will have something I can hold on to. And each day when my cute son used to kiss me on my cheek, I could feel Zain around us.
Zain, where are you?
The day he left me, 5 years back that is, I had went inside the room. I had stared at the blank window because of the fog. A few hours later, I had got a call from Fahad, Zain's brother, asking me if Zain's at my house. I had said no. He hesistated to say any further, but then he continued, "There's something I need to tell you, Aaliya. He said, while leaving for your house, that immediately after leaving your house, he will come back home. He.. He did not come back, Aaliya. His phone's unreachable. I tried calling all his friends, co-workers, but no one has a single clue where he is. I am worried about him, Aaliya."
I cried all through the next week. I didn't go to hospital, I didn't feel like eating, I didn't even get up and have a bath or brush my teeth. There I sat, looking at the blank wall, thinking about what if I had stopped him. He didn't want to, but.. but I should have stopped him. Stopped him from getting disappear- No! No, he's alright. Of course he is, Aaliya. He's fine. He's not dea- No, he's happy. Wherever he is, he's happy. Maybe he was too upset and went somewhere far away and found Gauhar and is living with Gauhar somewhere neither me, nor do Fahad know. Yeah, that could be it. That IS it.
It no longer pains me to think that Zain was with some other girl. Because ANY girl would do, even Gauhar would, but at least he'd be safe and happy. Let him be safe, dear God, any punishment I would take, for his life anything I would trade. Please, just let him be okay.
"Ammi? Aapko pta hai aaj kya hua? Humare school mei na koi naye teacher aaye the. Aap unka naam jaanti hai?" Zain said as I picked him from school.
"Nahi baby, kaho. Kya tha unka naam?" I said as I drove past the school. I waited for an answer, but when I looked around, my shonu baby had fallen asleep. A smile covered my face.
Zain, come back.
Even your son misses you.
To be continued... ðŸ˜
