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No bakwas this time. I've written one after long, so will go directly to it. PMs as soon as I'm free, promise. This might not be as good as the ones before, kindly be kind & bear with me š Don't worry, its short..I think š
AsYa OS : A Pocket Full Of Sunshine
Involuntarily, he sat back down and cupped her face with his hands. He wiped her tears off with his thumbs, looked into her eyes and said, "Shh Zoya. Yahin hoon main. Aapke saath. Nahin chhod ke jaaonga aapko tanha. Kabhi nahi." It was nearly dawn and some rays of light had started illuminating the room scarcely. But it was enough for both to see each other. He smiled softly and said, "Andhere se itna mat dara karo. Bohot kum mehnat karni padti hai use khatam karne ke liye. Bas kuch kirne. All you need, Ms. New York, is a pocket full of sunshine. And Ammi says, you're a pocket full of sunshine." He did not know what had happened in the last few seconds. But he was sure as hell that whatever he had said wasn't a mere 'said just like that' consolation.
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It was dark. Very dark. Everything was dirty, old. The paint on the walls and the pillars was coming off. There were machines too. That might be what's making that non-stop noise. And there were large card-board boxes. Lots and lots of them. It seemed like a factory. Was it her, or was something like a frock edge coming out of one of those boxes ?
Before she could go and check, a terrifying scream pierced through the building. The air inside changed in both colour and odour. From a pungent smell, it went all smoky. It was becoming suffocating. Through the thick smoke, she managed to see a wicked smile and a pair of cold sinister eyes that looked strangely familiar. Going further, she saw someone trying to put out something. As she advanced, suddenly, everything around her went up in flames. She started screaming, badly afraid. A shadow of a lady advanced toward a baby girl beside her, pushing her out of danger while getting burnt and buried in the process.
"AMMII !" Zoya woke up with a start, totally drenched in sweat and trembling with fear, only to find the same darkness engulfing her, the same feeling of loneliness and horror.
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Asad paced around his room, restless and dejected. He couldn't sleep, knowing that his Ammi's shooter was out there somewhere, and could very well be planning the next attack, for all he knew. And that thought haunted him. He had tried running his name through the database for a match with some advertisement or something, anything that gave a way to find how someone hired him. But all in vain. Suddenly, the lights went off.
It was around dawn, the sun would be up soon. He had spent the whole night worrying. He quickly made his way to the kitchen to get a lamp. Once he did, he rushed to his Ammi's room to check on her and Najma. Once he had seen them safe and sound, he checked the windows to see if they were fastened properly. While doing that, he noticed that the lights were out in the house next door too. He breathed a sigh of relief and went back to thinking, while unconsciously going toward Zoya's room. He'd have to find a way to know who hired that guard and why, since he'd surely not give in easily. He wished Zoya wouldn't go after him recklessly. Her methods were hopelessly silly, but somehow, they did work..and that landed her in grave danger. Everytime.
Just as he thought about her, he heard her scream. He rushed to her room. The lights were out too, she might be in trouble. He burst through the door, and quickly scanned the room for any assailants. On not finding any, he frowned, confused and looked toward the bed to find a heart-wrenching sight. Zoya sat on the bed, drenched in sweat and shivering badly. Her big expressive eyes, usually shining with mischief were presently filled with naked terror. Tears flowed down her cheeks endlessly. It was vivid that she was afraid beyond wits.
Instinctively, he sat beside her and put an arm around her, rubbing her arm trying to stop her shivering. Before he could say a word, he felt her trembling hands grab his kurta tightly in her fists, her nails digging into his skin. As he looked up to her eyes, he saw such gratitude in there that he didn't know what to do. He had no idea what had caused her to scream, much less the reason behind the gratitude. Hesitantly, he patted her back, hoping she'd calm down. "Shh. It's fine. You're fine. I'm here. I'm with you. Everything's fine. Shh" he whispered softlly. It took a while, but she calmed down. Just as she was awkwardly loosening her death-grip on his kurta, the lamp went off and it became pitch black again. "Mr. Khan !" came a horrified cry and he felt her hands grip his arm even more tightly than before (if possible) and her cheek against his shoulder, holding him close with all her might. She had started trembling again.
He tried to get up to go to open the curtains, but she pulled him back. "Bohot andhera hai Mr.Khan, aap please mat jaiye. Andhera sab chheen leta hai. Sab kuch apne saath le jaata hai, apne andar sama leta hai. Tanha kar deta hai. Please, please mujhe chhod kar mat jaiye, please ! Kahi Ammi ki tarah aap ko bhi kuch - nahi Mr.Khan, please mat jaiye ! Please Mr.Khan mere saath rahiye ! Please ! Mujhe andhere mein tanha mat chhodiye, please !" came a pleading voice. The fear and pain in her voice pierced through his heart.
Involuntarily, he sat back down and cupped her face with his hands. He wiped her tears off with his thumbs, looked into her eyes and said, "Shh Zoya. Yahin hoon main. Aapke saath. Nahin chhod ke jaaonga aapko tanha. Kabhi nahi." It was nearly dawn and some rays of light had started illuminating the room scarcely. But it was enough for both to see each other. He smiled softly and said, "Andhere se itna mat dara karo. Bohot kum mehnat karni padti hai use khatam karne ke liye. Bas kuch kirne. All you need, Ms. New York, is a pocket full of sunshine. And Ammi says, you're a pocket full of sunshine." He did not know what had happened in the last few seconds. But he was sure as hell that whatever he had said wasn't a mere 'said just like that' consolation.
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After waking up, Zoya had felt only darkness and loneliness surrounding her. So, when suddenly her Jahapana appeared in front of her, having cut through the suffocating darkness, all she felt was pure gratitude. She had held onto him as soon as he came in her reach, trying to convince her racing heart that she wasn't alone anymore, that she wasn't lonely anymore. It was only after a while that she realised what she was doing. But just as she was about to leave his arm, the darkness returned, threatening to take all her happiness away again. All rational thought left her mind as fear filled every corner. She tightened her hold on him, this time determined to not let the darkness snatch her loved ones from her. She poured her heart out to her Jahapana when he tried to leave. Darkness was evil. She couldn't let him go, she couldn't become alone all over again.
And then he had looked into her eyes and said he would never leave her alone. It might have been her imagination, but for her, it would always be his words that brought light back in that moment. 'A pocket full of sunshine'. That's what he'd called her. As she looked into his eyes, she saw sincereness that convinced her that he meant every word he'd said. In that moment, she was sure that the darkness would never again frighten her as much as it had. Because now, she had someone to bet on, someone to rely on. Her own pocket full of sunshine. Her protector, her savior, her Jahapana. Someone she knew would never let her down. But what she failed to register was when her sub-conscious pleasantly replaced that sting of the slap on her cheek with a gently warmth that gave her hope, that gave her strength. The gentle warmth she was cherishing right then.
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