..Chapter I - Grieved..
She stared at the window with listless
eyes. The city was covered in blanket of darkness as the slight thunder
somewhere far invaded her silence, bringing along the cold rain. The same rain
that once soothed her every problem was now causing her pain as it brought back
the memories of past. Her eyes were bloody-red, but there was no sign of tears.
She had become like a stone. She was fighting an inner battle whether she
should cry her pain out or whether she should just sit there and question God that why
was the person she loved the most, taken away from her. Even after that she
still couldn't come to the agreement with the reality that her father left them
alone in this world. She just didn't believe that something like that could
happen to her. Her dad was supposed to hold her hand and take her through every
hurdle of life, now who is she going to turn to? Who is she going to show her
medals? Who is going to support her in making fun of Ayat? Who is going to make her
believe that their is still hope and if she is determined enough she can do anything?
She felt as if there was no purpose of
her life anymore. She held the book tight and close to her heart as she felt the
pain again in her heart. She could literally feel as if her heart was going
lose to pain and it would stop beating any moment. She closed her eyes
waited for the pain to go away, but she knew that not even the time was going
to fill this void.
She heard the sound of faint footsteps
and she opened her eyes. Her mother was standing there with solemn expressions
with plate of food in her hand. She came and sat next to her. She could see the
redness in her mother's eyes along with the dark circles around her eyes, the
sign of sleepless and painful nights. The entire house seemed empty and haunted
after her father's death. It seemed like nothing existed anymore. She put her
head back on her knees and closed her eyes as she held on to the book her father
gifted her on her eighth birthday. She had been reading this book over and over
ever since, but suddenly the book was taken away from her. She felt lost
without it. She looked around crazily and met with her mother's angry eyes.
"Bohat hogaya. Aisa dikhta hai jaise
koi laash saans lai rahi ho. Dard tumhei he nahi hum sab ko ho raha hai. Khud
ko kamrey mein band kar ke rakha hai. saath
mahinay hogaye aur is kamrey mai band pari ho. Na khana na peena na parhna. Roz
bacho ki tarha tumhei khana dena parta hai. Aisa lagta hai jaisey marne ke
irade se yahan baithi ho." Her mother's voice was stern, but there was subtle
sadness in it.
Her mother held her arm and pulled her
up and made her stand in front of the mirror
"Dekho khudko. Kahan hai uski Aliya,
jis ki himaat pr woh naaz karte the. Jiski muskaan unki pehchaan thi. Jo Aliya
unka ghroor tha. Agar aisay he idher bait kar zindagi guzaari to na khud se
nazrein mila pao gi na apne Abu ki parvaarish se. Tumhari parhai unka sapna
tha. Aur tum... tumhein na khud ki khabar hai na kisi aur ki."
Her hand fell from her mother's hand
and she fell on her knees. She was running away from those thoughts, but her
mother made her face them. But the thing that her mother didn't know was that
she was scared to face the world without her Abu. She felt secured in her room. She had memories of her father
and she made them her shield. She thought she was going to lose to the world if
she faced the world without holding on to her father. She wanted to live in
that room forever because she could still hear her father's voice telling her
the stories whenever she fell asleep.
"Maine Bhaijaan se baat karli, kal tum
Mumbai ja rahi apni parhai puri karne ke liye aur mai yahi umeed karti hoon ke
tum apne Abu ki parvaarish ka maan rakho gi."
*💔*
He didn't even realize and the clock
struck two. He signed the last paper and closed the file. He picked up the file
along with his jacket and phone. He turned off the light of his office and
walked towards his secretary office and dropped the file in drop box. While
walking towards the elevator, some memories of past rolled through his brain
when he realized how lonely he was, but it was comfortable. His loneliness
brought less chance of him making mistakes and others had less chance to hurt
him. It has been so long since he had chosen solitude that he almost forgot
what it really felt like to feel any emotion. It was so easy for him to lose
track of time because there was nothing that he looked forward too. There was
nothing waiting for him at his apartment except the depressing darkness and the
abandoning loneliness.
The bland walls of elevator brought cruel
memories. The memories of his first meeting with her. He couldn't believe someone could pierce his heart like the
way she did. It seemed as if she
killed mischievous Zee, the boy with
golden heart and left behind Zain Abdullah, the guy who didn't even have a
heart. No one dared to talk to him, it didn't even take him a minute to
humiliate someone or take away someone's job.
Weaving through the slight traffic of
the frosty night, he remembered the same dreaded night from years ago yet
again. That icy wind that night seeped in to his heart along with painful
sadness and left him cold and heartless, but no one cared. The world didn't
even spare a minute for him when the piercing pain was sucking the life out of
him. The night taught him to be heartless, emotionless and cruel just like December's
icy-cold night is. That night he became a companion of darkness and he painted
his world grey.
The dull tone of his phone brought him
out of his disheartening memories and he looked at it as he plugged the
earphone in his ear. It was a call from his father. He wasn't surprised because
his father always called him at this time. His relationship with his father was
his only relationship with the world of emotions, care and respect. His father
was his only escape from the world of thorns and hate.
He talked to his father about all the
possible projects in upcoming season and about the profit of his company. He
purposely avoided talking about anything that included his past. They talked
and his father told him from their business trip. Everything was fine until his
father mentioned his niece and how she was supposed to come live with him because
his father was leaving for the business trip and he very well knew that there
was no way his father would let the girl stay at the home with his mother and
Fahad's family.
"But dad-" He wanted to disagree, but
even then he couldn't because it was a request from his father.
"For me Zain beta... take care of her
until I come back."
"Jee Dad."
The bare thought of a girl living in
his apartment boiled him to no end.
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Edited by Sara_Joong - 10 years ago
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