Also, admin I feel bad for hogging the space with all these threads. Can you merge them all and I can change the caption each time I post something? Thanks in advance.
Disclaimer: I hereby solemnly declare that I do not own "Yakeen Ka Safar" or any of its characters. They belong to Hum TV in lieu of the author "Farhat Ishtiaq."
"Baarish
Drip
Another drop falls.
Another woe felt.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Like someone sucked the soul right out of her. She felt heavy, like she couldn't take any more burdens. Like life have shattered her too much for ever considered being mended. Her pieces will never come together. She'll live a half-life forever. Incomplete.
She felt like someone pulled her heart out and squished it relentlessly. The agony, the pain, the weight, the struggle to keep composed. To keep going.
Rain is considered such a romantic notion. Waxes people poetic. The droplets cleansing the earth and everything on it. Giving a fresh outlook. But the droplets of water also weigh you down. They keep you abject. Still, in your place. "Yaad hai woh barish wali raat!" She recalled his words. Haan, woh barish wali raat. When she got to see his other side. A side that was proud of her. A side that called her, his responsibility. He was not responsible for her. Not really. Yet, he always made sure she was taken care of. Made her feel secure. Made her feel respected. Made her feel, dare she think, loved. Yes, he made her feel wanted. Couldn't time stand still? "Suno, tumhe mera khayal rehta hai na?" Came the whisper. "Tum ek achi ladki ho, aur ek achi doctor bhi." Another whisper. "Hum ek dosre se mohabbat karte hain." It was not easy to remain passive, to straight out tell him, she doesn't love him. To tell him she didn't care. To demean his feelings to mere 'infatuation' or 'attraction.' It was more than that. Much more. She clenched her dupatta tightly in her hand, as she doubled over in anguish. She was doing it for him, she told herself. He deserved someone better. A lot better than a characterless girl, whose whole life was lived in the shadows of one mistake. "Ghar rent pe diya howa hai." She had told Asfandyar's mother. What will happen if they find out her life is nothing but lies. She has a brother. She is not 'lawaris.' She might as well be because no one has a place for her in their lives. She is just a non-entity. Floating around wandering like a lifeless body. Looking for a place. A home. Something, someone to call her own. She would deny herself that someone if it meant he'd be better off without her.
Someone had once told her, "tears make you see things clearly." And she was. She knew she had to get up. Wipe those tears. And get on with the job.
It was raining. Not outside. Just in her heart.
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