Ayaan& Humeira Stories (Update Pg. 7. Ch. 1: To You, With Love)

Oh lawd this was absolutely beautiful and heart-breaking. I really feel for Humzie :(

This OS is awesome, I love the way you write her internal dialogue, inner thoughts and feelings! The back-story about her becoming Rajni Shukla is also very interesting 😊 Please write more OSs on these two - I adore AyRa!

Jealousy

"You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself."

~Margaret Atwood

He wasn't really jealous. It was concern rather. Concern that made him clench his fists every time he heard that name. Concern that made his lips wither inwards when she pulled away from him.

Humaira, or Rajni as she called herself now, stood leaning away from him, rubbing her palms against the red sari she wore, like touching him was a bad thing. It hadn't even been intentional, she'd run into him and he hadn't really been paying attention.

Ayaan would have liked to admit that he'd been distracted by work or something else but that would have been a lie. He'd actually been distracted by the very person who had graced his arms just moments ago.

He still had a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that the person in front of him while still being Humaira wasn't really the Humaira he'd grown up with. The sari's she'd taken to wearing as Rajni, made her appear more like a woman rather than the girl she'd always been to him. She'd still retained the simplicity that had always been a part of Humaira. He had been watching her descend the stairs, entertaining the temptation to release her hair from the confines of the braid that she wore, when she'd crashed into him. He missed seeing her hair down, framing her face in a carefree manner.

Another thing he missed about her was the manner she'd sneak glances at him from the corners of their home, smiling shyly at him, her eyes unable to hide her affection even when averted. He still half expected to catch her in some corner staring at him, her smile looking at him expectantly. He'd never been able to return the affection that she'd had for him, something he'd come to regret greatly. He might have not been able to love Humaira but she didn't deserve the brunt of his anger and frustration. She'd never really asked anything of him.

"I'm sorry, Ayaanji." Her voice broke into his thoughts.

He brushed her apology away like always. It made him uncomfortable. "Actually I was just coming to see you."

Her expression quickly changed, hope lighting her eyes, and Ayaan knew what she was going to ask even before she voiced.

"Nikhat needed some help from you. She wanted to pick out some jewelry and wanted your opinion. I unfortunately am of no help at all." His words rushed out before Humaira said anything.

He saw her face fall slightly, but she still managed a smile. He knew she wanted to hear about Vikram but he really didn't have any information to give her. Truth be told he hadn't really followed up on looking for Vikram Shukla. He still hoped that one day he'd wake up and he'd have his Humaira back. Humaira, who smiled for him and not at the mention of Vikram Shukla's name.

He returned her smile awkwardly as she nodded in acknowledgement and left to find Nikhat.

He sighed. He really wasn't jealous.

Thank you thank you thank you!...I really wanted to read some stories on Aayan Humaira but never found any...so thank you again and hope u continue soon.

I love your OS, there absolutely amazing, omg can you please write one of Ayan actually jealous of vikram physically present with humeria. Please pm me whenever you write😆

Omg i have been looking for ayra one shots or ff for ages these two pieces were mindblowing and felt so realistic ,I hope you write more os based on ayra I would love an oneshot of them being a proper family like ayra as parents that would be adorable but anyway thanks for sharing your work !

Promises

"It is easy to make promises - it is hard work to keep them."

Humaira wanted to cry, he could tell. Her lower lip quivered slightly. He also knew that no matter how much she was hurt, she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't complain.

She nestled the rag doll she adored in her lap, staring it as she sat on the swing. The doll's arm had been tugged apart, and the clothes were tattered. She'd told him it was an accident but he knew better. Someone at school had taken it from her and was responsible for the sorry state the doll was in.

Ayaan would have told her that he'd taken care of the kid that had bullied her, if it would have made her feel better, but knowing Humaira it would make her feel worse, so instead he attempted to cheer her up with his usual attempt at poetry.

For the first minute she just stared at him and he'd thought he'd failed to cheer her up but then her lips turned upwards and a smile lit her face. She shook her head like she always did.

"You're terrible." She told him between smiles.

"I know, but it made you smile." He ran his fingers through his hair. "So I remember I promised you that we'd go get some falooda after school. Still interested?"

Humaira's smile got wider. "Do you even have to ask?"

He knew she wouldn't say no. It was her favorite drink, after all. He stretched out his hand for her to grab. As she placed her hands in his, Ayaan had made a promise to himself. He had decided that he wouldn't let anyone hurt Humaira, he would always protect her.

The memory of that day came unbidden to Ayaan, much like the thunder that had sent her into his arms. Somehow in the ten years that had come to pass he'd forgotten the promise he'd made to protect her. He had failed to protect her from the one person who had hurt her the most. Himself.

She'd clutched to his collar earlier as well when she'd fretted over not remembering the details of Vikram, the man she believed was her husband. He had been frustrated then and had pushed her to try to remember. It had only made matters worse, and she'd pleaded to him for help, between her tears, looking to him for consolation.

He seemed to be breaking his promises all the time. He'd promised that he wouldn't hurt her yet again he'd done just that. Wrapping his arms around didn't feel enough to fix what he'd broken. He'd chased her away from him, and now he was afraid she wouldn't return back at all.

He could feel her tears soak his shirt, and he had to grit his teeth to keep his own tears from spilling over. His heart felt at edge lately. One minute he felt helpless, and frustrated. There were times he felt happy, and amused. Then there were moments when he could swear his heart seemed to flutter in a manner he didn't quite understand.

The one thing he did understand, though, was that he didn't like to see Humaira cry. He tightened his grip around her shoulders. Maybe it was time for him to try harder to keep his promises.