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One stood in the middle of nowhere, staring at nothing.
One blinked and gripped the cool metal closer to their palm.
One stared hard at the doorway, adorned by fairylights.
One walked, out of the confining walls.
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The jingles of blue and green bangles resounded in the room that had suddenly gone quiet.
The soft rustle of her Ghangra made her acutely aware that she was wearing a heavy attire and also she was walking and.. Alive. But her breathing had stopped.
Hasn't it?
I love someone else.
His dark brown eyes stared back into her violet eyes. Her eyes were glistening in the lights of the room that glowed and lit up both their faces.
And it all came back to her, leaving her shaking violently inside as she tried her best to control herself from rushing over and beat him black and blue.
She wasn't violent. She was never violent. But what happened today?
Her heart was broken mercilessly by the one man she truly, ever truly Loved. Her First Love.
Ayaan.
And he had the audacity to stand in front of her like nothing happened.
All these days, he had lead her on, never thinking of the consequences if ever he did something like this. All these years she had overseen all his mistakes and accepted him the way he was, but is this how he expected to break the news to her.
And he called her his Best Friend.
Ayaan stared at her lowered head, as she walked towards him slowly. It's like she was bidding time for herself, and for him. For him to at least say more.
But he never opened his mouth.
Breathing in deeply, she looked up and said, "Why? Why me? Why now?"
Ayaan blinked trying to let her words sink in, as he gazed into her glistening violets.
Swallowing, he opened his mouth, but the next moment a clear ringing sound was blaring in his head. He didn't realise when his vision went blank, but when it cleared, all senses came back to life, and so did a stinging pain on his right cheek.
Lifting his hand, he rubbed it gently wincing as it stung more. That's when his eyebrows rose and disappeared into his hair. She had slapped him. Slapped him right on his face and without any hesitations.
Her shaking hand confirmed his suspicions, as he looked back into her silent accusing eyes.
"I am sorry, Hu--"
Humeira cut in, not letting him continue his good-for-nothing apology. "Sorry? You are Sorry? Ayaan is Sorry? Allah Jaan! You are Sorry?"
Her soft voice threatened to break, but it held so much conviction and accusation that his whole being wanted to fall on the ground and let it swallow him whole. But how he managed to stand there without his knees buckling, it was a mystery to him. But he was ashamed. Deeply that too.
"Please liste--"
Ayaan stopped immediately, as he saw her raised hand. She didn't want him to speak, yes.
"Get Out!," Humeira's left hand lifted to show him the door. She was staring into his eyes with determination and unwavering.
Ayaan swallowed hard. He knew that her heart would break, but he had no other choice. All this time his tongue was always tied. Why? Because of her mother. Razia.
That woman had managed to weave a web of lies and trap him and his family into it. But he knew that he had to get out of it.
All of the chances he got, he had wanted to tell her, but only that blasted woman's presence like that of a shadow foiled all of it. His being shook internally as he saw his Best Friend's eyes water again and again with those blasted tears. He loved her, Yes. But not romantically. He loved her like a Sister. Like a Friend.
But her feelings were the opposite. She wanted him romantically, she loved him that way.
Nobody knows, but he had tried to see her in that light, but he just couldn't conjure up an image of hers when he thought of Love.
He had made up his mind that he would have to break it off, or she would never live happily, and neither would he.
Yes. It sounded selfish. But only half of it. The other half was for his Best Friend.
But he still wanted her as his Best Friend. Stepping forward he raised a hand to reach out, but stopped instantly on seeing her flinch away.
Hurt flashed across his face, but what about her? What about the Heart Break that you gave me, Ayaan? Do you even know how much I love you? Do you even know how it feels to be rejected?
She wanted to sat it all loud at him, but she stayed tight lipped.
Just as he was about to turn to the door, Ayaan said, "Just remember Humeira.. That you were and always will be my Best Friend. We both will always be Friends."
Scoffing, she said, "Some best friend you are! If you valued our Friendship so much, then why didn't you even bother telling me this before all of this wedding crap happened? Why Ayaan?"
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you the truth, Humeira. I know that. Because now you just won't trust me."
Humeira crossed her arms across her chest and tilted her head to the side, "Try me, Ayaan!" She sniffed and continued, "After all, what else can be bigger than a mere heart break huh?"
He looked at her solemnly, and said, "Ask your mother, Humeira. But knowing her she may never tell you anything, even if it were a Life and Death situation! Her twisting words and lies will just weave you a deeper trap that you will never be able to come out of. After all she was the one that made me sign an agreement on bailing my father out, on the condition of marrying you."
The corner of her eyes seem to blacken as the information sunk in. She managed to croak out, "Ammi?"
"Yes, Humeira. And the day that you were attacked by someone, wasn't Dadi but your own Ammi. Poor Dadi was taken away just because someone had wrongly accused her of something she never did."
Humeira knew he was lying. Why would he blame my mother? My mother never did anything like that? Or would she?
"You're lying!," Humeira stepped forward, raising her chin defiance.
A knowing smile spread across his face, as he looked at her and said, "I knew that you would say that. That is why I leave you to ask your mother about all of it. I am sorry, Humeira. I never meant to hurt you, but it's true that I love someone else. I cannot love you the way you love me. And yeah, I deserved that slap you gave me!" He raised his hand and rubbed his still stinging cheek.
"Goodbye Humeira. Allah Hafiz! I pray that you have a good Life, way better than what you imagined. You will always be there in my Heart, Humeira. My Best Friend."
And with that he walked out the doorway. Never to come back. Never to be talked about. Never to be laughed at.
Only to be Remembered. Painfully.
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The rain hit the tin roof hard and fast, as if they were trying to break into the shelter and flood it all with it's fiery strength.
Asad's back leaned on the battered wall that smelled faintly of the whitewash, as water seeped into it, forming a bluish white colour on the wall.
Two empty glass bottles lay on the dirt, near his feet.
Staring into the darkness, he blinked his heavy lids, that were glazed heavily by those 2 bottles of Jack Daniels.
Images of her flashed in front of his ember eyes, and so did his heart beat pick up speed.
He swore as a pair of brown eyes flashed in front of his eyes. Those eyes that he had loved the instant he had looked into them.
Leaning back his head, he remembered the moment she had looked at him and smiled. It had caused his stomach to flip and flop like a crazy monkey.
Her chattering had filled his quite days and went on to become a song that he impatiently waited to hear every day.
Her mere presence calmed his demeanor that always was hot in the nerves, ready to pounce in anger.
She made him gentler, and quieter, and patient.
Her touch would ignite a spark, that would lead on to become one unquenched fire of his core.
And her lips..
The moment she said those three words, he had wanted to take her in his arms, kiss her senseless, and jump up to the sky, and soar higher into the space and just float and float.
But then the dread started to come back to him.
He knew that his Love would only result in one thing. Death. And he didn't want Zoya to Die. At least not like this.
His heart weeped as he remembered how broken she was, standing in front of him, staring at him with those wide brown eyes, searching his own embers for answers, as his own words that he spat out with so much conviction, reverberated in his own ears.
I Hate You.
He winced, as he heard it echo inside his head. All he had wanted to do was save her from his World. His World of Blood Bath and Bullets and..
Darkness.
He wanted to take her in his arms and cradle her like the baby that she was. Soft, gentle and sweet like a Baby.
And her kiss. No! Kisses.
He had told her that he had wanted her to initiate one kiss at least. But he hadn't expected the way it had come.
And he had to agree that it was the Best Kiss he had ever had in his whole Worthless Life.
The second time she had kissed him, made him break his resolve, as she pushed into him harder and passionately. Her kisses were just so sweet and intoxicating that it made him forget to breathe and grip her harder and grind against her as he kissed her back.
But the blasted thoughts had come back to haunt him and he had to break it off before things heated up and he lost himself to her, only to..
Only to Lose Her.
But either way he knew he would Lose her. Death or No Death. But he wasn't that selfish to let Death dissolve her in itself, by letting her be with him.
The cool metal pressed into his palm as he gripped it harder willing his head to erase all the thoughts that were dominated by her. Turns out that his head was dominated by only her thoughts. Or to be precise, consisted of thoughts of only and only her.
"What about the day you said that you are afraid that you might be already in Love with Me?"
Swallowing he opened his glistening embers, than shone dimly in the flickering streetlight that threatened to fall of any second. But it never fell, and only Allah knew why.
He could still feel her on his body, tingles on his skin erupted as he remembered every inch of her touching him. Reaching up to his lips, he licked them, still tasting her salty sweet taste, but now mixed with the whiskey he had downed in the last few hours.
The pain. That pain in his freaking heart was... Painful.
He pushed himself off of the floor and tried to walk. Wobbling, he stumbled to his door and walked out.
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The cold rain hitting on her head and body was nothing compared to the cold that gripped her heart.
I Hate You.
It felt as if he had said it just now. A second ago. But it was hours since he left her here. All alone in the place that people called 'Nowhere'. With no one to hold onto.
Her tears mingled without any protest with the rain, and traced every curve of her face and body. They looked like they were trying to soothe her, but she didn't react.
Why would she?
She was numb. Numb to the core, where the supposed fire was still burning, yearning for him. Him.
Whooshing sounds of the wind, made the trees sway slowly to it's melodies. A dance that looked like they were.. Celebrating?
Her lips parted and out came a bloodcurdling scream, that could chill even the trees to death.
First her parents, then her Nani and now.. Him.
Am I not fit to be Loved? Allah Miyah? What is it that is Wrong with Me? What is it that people just refuse to stay with me?
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Okie. So I will be ending this OneShot with another part. And there will only be two parts for this. That's it.😆
Those of you who know me, will understand what I meant! XP 😆
So, do drop in your comments and click LIKE if you like this piece.
Ananya
P.S.: I may edit this part too. And not proof read. So please ignore my grammatical or any other errors.😛
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