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Hey y'all I got this idea for an OS on these three after these last two weeks of SM/Dilshad drama, Ayaan leaving, Haider entering and this rumour of the three years leap and decided to write a little something on it. 😉
DO NOT COPY THIS POST AS THIS IS EXCLUSIVE TO INDIA FORUMS
From Ayaan's POV
It's kinda long...😳
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Ayaan:
It had been three agonizing years. Three years of working hard and making it on his own, forging his own identity as Ayaan Ahmed Khan and not Rashid Ahmed Khan's son. Ayaan had built up his own firm that was flourishing in Mumbai and set to expand in various cities all over India and even an overseas expansion was on the horizon. He had done what he intended but it had cost him. Cost him more than he realized when he had walked out of that house and decided he wasn't coming back.
He had only kept in touch with his Asad bhaijaan and knew that in the time not long after everything had happened, bhaijaan had moved to New York with Zoya and they'd been living there ever since. They'd gotten married after the divorce had been final but Asad bhaijaan ad expressed how much it pained both him and Zoya to get married without him and without his mother Dilshad there.
Time hadn't healed any wounds...the wounds inflicted by the decisions taken by their parents had left there mark and the emptiness of the woman he loved was still unfulfilled. Humaira. He wondered how much she must hate him now. For breaking his promises to her and leaving her without any goodbyes or any contact since.
It was more than likely that she had moved on but Ayaan wasn't prepared for what happened when he'd steeled himself and entered his father's house for the first time in three years...
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It seemed that much changes no matter how much time passed and Ayaan wasn't prepared to see the unthinkable, his mother and father smiling happily with each other and Dilshad ammi still living with them. Everything seemed fine for the most part but was it really? Was everything just as it seemed on the outside. He more than anyone knew how hard it was pretending to be something when it was a completely different thing on the inside, behind closed doors.
But that wasn't why he came here. The reason he came here was now walking down the hall leading from her bedroom and he didn't think it was possible to love someone so much even with the time that had passed. Humaira looked more beautiful than ever, her long hair in subtle waves falling all around her shoulders but he couldn't gauge her feelings from her face. Was she happy? Had she moved on and found happiness after him?
His answer came just as if he was being granted a wish or in this case, his worse nightmare. A man that looked to be around his own age walked behind Humaira and wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her to him lovingly. Ayaan's jaw clenched at the rage that boiled his blood at the sight. He knew he'd forsaken all rights when it came to Humaira, breaking his promise, leaving her behind, he'd lost every right but it didn't mean he was okay with seeing her be with someone else.
"Ayaan?" He heard his mother Shireen's voice ring out while he'd been lost in thought staring at Humaira. At the sound of his name falling from his mother's lips, everyone's eyes fell upon him, including two pairs; Humaira's and whoever this guy was.
He didn't spare a glance for anyone else but his eyes remained rooted on Humaira and he saw the surprise and hurt and anger reflect in her eyes until she turned away and broke eye contact.
The next thing Ayaan was aware of was arms wrapping around him and he reluctantly tore his eyes away from Humaira to see his mother crying as she held onto him so tightly as if she feared he'd leave again if she let go.
He saw his father take steps towards him but the look in his eyes must have stopped him, made him realized that time hadn't healed what was definitely broken between them now.
"Ayaan, years! You've been gone years...where have you been?" Shireen cried loudly. "After the first few days we called the police...they gave up Ayaan. They said, you weren't missing, but gone and they couldn't help us. How could you leave us and go so long Ayaan?!" Shireen cried.
Ayaan took her face between his palms, "I'm sorry Ammi. I'm sorry." And he hugged her tightly then looked past his father to his sister Nuzhat and his Dadi. He greeted everyone and then there was Humaira. She wasn't looking at him but the guy at her side was...he was watching Ayaan intently, his eyes revealing nothing that Ayaan could really guess.
"Ayaan..." Rashid Ahmed Khan started but Ayaan held up a palm towards him and shook his head. "Please, don't." And he didn't even look to see the hurt that was reflected there at the rebuff.
Ayaan approached Humaira and opened his mouth to say...something but the guy next to her spoke interrupting him, "Hi, I'm Haider Sheikh." And he extended his hand, Ayaan shook the hand reluctantly, looking all the while at Humaira.
The guy that Ayaan now knew as Haider excused himself leaving Ayaan and Humaira relatively on their own though he knew his family was still there. All he saw at the moment was Humaira.
"Humaira-" He started to say but she shot him a look so frosty that he stopped and looked on as she walked away from him and back towards her room. It took him a couple seconds, the pain of her dismissal now ebbing enough that he didn't think of what had changed, what had happened that he walked behind her, following her purposely though he knew that she may very well not say a word to him, might slam her door, locking him out from her, he couldn't stay away, not anymore.
Just as he knew she would, she was about to slam the door in his face when he caught the door jamb, he knew his finger sliced on the metal deadbolt but he disregarded it. "Humaira, I know I'm the last person that you want to see right now but-" She shot him an angry look.
"No Ayaan, you're the last person I want to see ever. Leave me alone. I have nothing to say to you." Her wide brown eyes reflected her determination and displayed her anger to the fullest. When she set her mind to something, she didn't back down.
"Please Humaira, I need to explain. Need to apologize." She held up a hand to him. "No I don't need your apology nor do I want your apology. I don't want to hear anything Ayaan. Just...LEAVE. ME. ALONE." She couldn't have been more clear and maybe Ayaan should have listened to her. But he couldn't. He'd made a huge sacrifice leaving her behind in anger at his father and it was a mistake he wished he didn't make. A choice if he could've gone back, he'd take Humaira with him but what was done was done and he needed to make amends.
If there was any way, ANY WAY at all for him to make amends with Humaira, she was going to make it.
"I'm sorry Humaira. So sorry. I can't tell you how sorry am I." He looked at her afraid to reach out because he knew she wouldn't like it.
"Keep your sorry Ayaan, I don't want it. It's too late for that anyway." She looked him now and he could see what she tried to hide from him with her anger, her pain. It was plain in her eyes now. Three years later and they were both broken by his choices.
"Humaira it's not to late. It's not. Please just talk to me. Yell at me. Do something but please Humaira don't push me away from you." He pleaded unsure of what he could do to make this better or if he could make this better on the hold.
"It is Ayaan! It is too late! I'm getting married tomorrow." she shouted and Ayaan felt his world stop. The man. The comfort with which he embraced Humaira. It was him.
Ayaan could literally feel the surface fall from beneath his feet and he couldn't deal. He didn't know what to do or say. He should have expected this. Shouldn't have been naive thinking that he'd be able to fix everything easily.
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That night Ayaan sat in his room, after refusing to speak with anyone. He just wanted to be alone. Needed to think. Could he just look on while Humaira married someone else? She didn't seem like she'd moved on. She didn't seem very happy at all but did that mean he should ruin this by trying to get her back when he could possible hurt her again?
He heard a knock on the door and reluctantly opened to see the man who was standing between him and Humaira standing in front of him.
"Can we talk?" He asked and Ayaan figured why not and let him in.
"She waited for you a long time, you know." Haider started and Ayaan hadn't expected him to say anything.
"She'd say she didn't care and be standoffish and distant but she waited. She waited and waited until ... I think she truly believed that you weren't coming back." The guy was calm seeing that he obviously knew about Ayaan and Humaira's history.
Ayaan didn't say anything. What would he say. Haider seemed to catch on to that so he continued, "It only a couple of months ago that she finally agreed to marry me. I know she doesn't love me but I love her." Ayaan felt his heart clench in his chest and his hand balled into a fist. "I knew she wasn't ready...that she wasn't in any place to feel anything for me, but can you see where that wouldn't change anything?"
Ayaan knew it would've been hard for the guy not to fall for Humaira but that didn't make him like the guy any more or the situation.
"We're getting married tomorrow." He looked at Ayaan one more time after those last words that seemed to say, she's going to be my wife tomorrow. Things have changed. Ayaan wished he could say time had changed anything for him concerning Humaira...
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The ceremony was in full swing. Between last night and today he still had no clue what he was going to do, if stopping this wedding was going to make anything better. Ayaan remembered the conversation between him and Haider or rather what Haider said to him and while everyone mulled around before the wedding ceremony started, he walked with purposeful strides towards Humaira's room.
His mother and sister as well as mumani were there but he asked, "Can I talk to Humaira alone please." He saw mumani exchange a glance with Humaira and she must have seen some sign that Ayaan didn't catch because she nodded and herded his ammi and sister outside, leaving him alone with Humaira.
He breathed deeply and started, "Do you love him?" Humaira looked taken aback by his bold question and she looked away not answering him. Ayaan walked up to her and held her by both arms, "I know I made a huge mistake. I know you may never forgive me but I love you Humaira. That I never lied about." He let her go and turned away trying to compose himself, "I didn't lie about anything. Everything with ammi and him, it just happened all of a sudden and I knew if I only came to you with all this I wouldn't be able to leave this house behind and do what was right here. What no one else was seeing was wrong. What he did was wrong and everyone just let it happen." He was getting angry again and took a deep breath to calm himself.
He turned back to Humaira cupping her cheeks in both hands, "I love you Humaira. I love you just like I loved you three years ago, I love you now and even more..."
He swiped his thumbs beneath her eyes where her tears had pooled over and were falling freely. "You may never forgive me but please don't marry him if you're not sure. If you think we may have another chance. Don't do it Humaira if by some way, you still believe in us."
Ayaan couldn't stop the last memory from replaying in his head of Humaira blowing out the candles to his cake proposal and the promises that he broke in walking away. If she chose to give him another chance, he knew it wouldn't be easy to gain her trust again but he was more than willing to spend his life trying. Because irregardless of everyone else, Humaira brought him back here where he knew his heart had remained when he walked out the doors of this house three years ago.
Humaira was crying freely, sobs wracking her small frame. She pushed away from him and his heart dropped. . .
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"Humaira Siddiqui aapko yeh Nikah Qubbol Hai?" The mulvi asked and Ayaan felt like everything in his life boiled down to this one moment.
Ayaan looked at Humaira as everyone waited for her to say two words that would change their lives forever...
He could see her mother cajoling her to answer, he could feel his heart all the way in his throat and he saw her look up at him and everything stopped. He couldn't move as she looked at him and then she looked away and everything inside him died.
Ayaan couldn't stay and see the wedding finish and see Humaira as another man's wife. He looked at her one last time and turned away. He walked his heart crushed, knowing it was his own fault, that he had caused this. That he had thrown away his love and lost it. And just as he reached the front door he heard...
"Qubool Nahi Hai..."
Ayaan spun around, his eyes wide and surprised as everyone else's and then his eyes found Humaira's and her lips turned up into a small smile...
Hope y'all liked it...Nope the ending was not a cliffy...😆
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