Hey All,
I am back with the 3rd chapter😊, hope u like this one, comments, likes, criticism, suggestions are most welcome
That Extra Mile, for LOVE
Chapter 3
"Ji bhaiya, ye last packet hai, ise le kar aap chaliye, Humaira aur main abhi pahunchte hein" said Zoya to the help both Humaira and she had been given to set up the stall in the exhibition near the Dargah.
it was close to a month that they were staying at the charitable rest house of the orphanage that the Lal Chowk Madarsa used to run, their life had fallen in a peaceful schedule. They took turns in cooking in the orphanage kitchen. Where Humaira taught painting to the children, Zoya taught them to make best out of waste using small cells and battries, making small electronic circuts, leading to creation of unique out of the world and user friendly mini appliances... They worked and prayed all the time, This gave both of them peace of mind and strength to face the world again... After all time is a big healer. When they heard that the annual exhitbition near the Dargah was to begin, they encouraged the children to make paintings, art and craft items and mini appliances which could be put on sale for minimal prices which would in turn be used in getting stationary for the madarsa. When they proposed thisidea to the association it was welcomed with open arms and today was the first day of their stall, and also the first day after that horrific bus accident that they were leaving the orphanage.
With a few children in tow they left for the Dargah, wearing burqa and veils to cover their faces... they both did not know how the day would unfold..
Someone said it right " Ranjha Ranjha karte karte mein aap hi Ranjha hoyi" , this was the case with Asad. Asad was a mess, yes the OCD suffering, cleaniless freak was in worst of his state... He had turned into Zoya. The only difference was that Zoya was blissfully messy, but Asad, He did not know if he was keeping his shoes in the rack or not, his ties were often found hanging at odd places, socks in the file cabinet. His room, his office his car, they had ruckus written all over them...he lost complete control on his life in this one month. He did not remember when did he shave last, he did not remember when had he eaten properly.
There was nothing in this world that did not remind him of Zoya, the house was full of her memories, when he looked at his mother and his sister, the dead expression in their eyes reminded him how he fell prey to raw desires of his body and ruined what he believed to be a perfect, happy and beautiful life. Now all he did was to search for Zoya, and pray to Allah that he gets her back.
Ayaan too was in a bad shape...he was living with a feeling that Humaira left home because of his coldnes towards her...he never slept without waking up in the night sweating badly.
He used to see Humaira in his dreams, each night, at times smiling, crying at times and sometimes he used to see the accident she was involved in. If by any chance he sat alone and tried to find peace,
Razia used to come and make things worse for him... to avoid facing Razia's questions in the house, he mostly stayed away... He used to pray, visit the Dargah regularly and meet his brother. talk to him, vent out, cry, sit in silence, both the brothers were going through toughest time in their lives
"Bhaijaan, chaliye na, dekhte hien is saal exhibition mein kaunse stalls lage hien" Ayaan said trying to force a smile on his face
"Nahi Ayaan, tum jaaom, mujhe office ke liye nikalna hai" Asad said with blank eyes
"Bhaijaan, thodi der ki baat hai, chaliye na, shayad mind divert ho jaye" Ayaan said pulling Asad's hand
Asad was left with no power to retort, he gave in to his baby brother and walked alongside him as he dragged Asad inside the gate leading to the stalls. There were stalls of its kind, clothes, ornaments, food, toys..
Asad dragged his feet on the red sand that was laid on the road, without paying attention on any of the stalls, suddenly he felt something against his leg, he looked down to find a toy truck, roaring and hissing. He picked it up as it fell open, he saw the insides of the truck, and it reminded him of Zoya... not only reminded, he felt as though Zoya was around, the air had the spark of her energy, he felt ticklish at the back of his neck, like he used to feel whenever she was around... He looked at the truck again and saw a similar sight, it was made of makeshift circuts, wires, red, blue, green, yellow. He rememberd the day when Zoya tried to fix an alarm in the windows of the house, and he tripped and fell because of the entangled wires lying here and there... A soft smile came on Asad's face, as he rememberd that day, and that night when Zoya barged into his room and lot her balance to fall on him, on his couch... she felt so soft and fragile in his arms, he hated to admit then but he loved the cool of her skin against his.. she shot sparks in him whenever she touched him, he felt complete everytime they accidently bumped into each other, falling, saved from falling and then he used to drown himself in her beautiful eyes and loose himself in her scent.
He was jerked out if his reverie by a small hand that snatched the broken truck from his hand, those innocent big eyes stayed at him for a brief moment before turning and running away.
Asad could not help a smile forming on his face, he looked at an equally smiling Ayaan and both of them followed the little boy to the stall.
Asad and Ayaan begin to look at the beautifully decorated stall, Asad began to look at the toys and mini appliances, a smile sticking to his lips all the while, till his gaze settled on a small windmill. It drew water from the small tank attached to it and sprung it out like a mini fountain, there were small bulbs of rainbow colors that make it look all the more beautiful
"Zoya would have made something like this, After all there is nothing in this world that Zoya Farooqui cant do" thought he fodnly remembering his lady love, wanting her to be right in front of him so that he could share his little pleasures with her.
"ye kisne banaya hai" Asad asked the chubby small boy, who he had followed to the stall
"Maine banaya hai, humari aapa ne sikhaya hai humein" he replied with a baby pout
"please ye ek humein de dijiye, kitne ka hai" he continued smiling at the innocent boy and asking the stall keeper
"do dijiyega please" Ayaan said nostalgically, as he was busy in reading the colours and shades of the windmill, that reminded him so much of Humaira, who always used to ask his opinion on whatever she painted.
He used to love the way she used to hold the brush and make beautiful strokes on the canvas. He did not want to admit but without Humaira in the house, there was no color in his life anymore, he just wanted her be back somehow and be right there in front of his eyes always... He wanted her back so badly, but unlike Asad, he was still confused about his feelings for her... at times he thought he can just shrug his care and concern for deep friendship, but at times, he thought more, much more..
Just ten minutes before the brothers reached the stall
"Humaira, chalo, lunch ka time hone wala hai, bhaiya ji, gadi kahan hai" Zoya asked after taking Humaira along with her, today both of them were scheduled to serve lunch to the kids
"Aapa, gadi to abhi abhi gayi hai, bachho ki shift khatam hui thi na, to doosre bachho ke batch aaya, pehle wale bachho ko chorne gayi hai" said their helper apologitically
"Allah miyan, ab kya kare?" said Zoya hesistantly
"Baji, chaliye na hum bus se chalte hien" said Humaira "fikr mat kijiye, humein koi nahi pehchanega" she said smiling, pointing towards her naqaab, understanding that Zoya still did not want to be recognized
"haan, main to bhool hi gayi thi" Zoya giggled "koi baat nahi bhaiyaji, hum khud se chale jayenge" Zoya said, amused, as she picked up her bag and followed Humaira who was equally enjoying her annonimity
behind the naqaab. The sisters, not knowing they are sisters, had created a special bond, now they had started laughing and smiling apparently at times. but while lying down to sleep, they still were tormented by what happenned last month... Yet their life was moving
Both the girls, walked a kilometer to reach the secluded bus stop, the weather was pleasent even in the noon, it seemed that it will rain in sometime...
"Baji, Allah kare baarish taab ho jab hum madarse pahunch jaye, nahi to bheeg jayenge" Humaira said worried
"Arey fikr mat karo Humaira, bus aati hi hogi... ye kyaa Humaira... Zara suno to" Zoya said distracted, as she tried hard to hear the voices coming from their back.
About 50 meters away from where they stood, they could hear two people arguing, in fact a couple arguing. She tried to hear without turining towards them, not wanting to pry over a quarreling couple
"Allah..." Zoya heard Humaira gasp, she looked at Humaira, whose eyes were wide with shock, and she was looking in the couple's direction
"kya hua Humaira" Asked Zoya, while truning herself to look at the couple, what she saw, made her look at them and then at Humaira, as she was shocked to see the person standing there
"Baji ye to Imraan jiju hein, Nikhat baji ke mangetar, ... par ye inke saath ladki kaun hai..." said Humaira in horrific anticipation
Zoya looked at the couple again, wide eyed, she managed to say
"mein jaanti hoon is ladki ko Humaira, ye Tanveer hai" Zoya said, alam evident in her voice, her head spinning as she heard the conversation between Imraan and Tanveer, in that secluded place.
"Baji, iska matlab ye vohi ladki hai..." Humaira asked whispering
"Haan Humaira ye vohi..." Zoya could not complete her sentence, she saw the door of the car that stood there opne, and a person came out to stand near Imraan and Tanveer with a worried expression,
upon acknowledging the person who just came, Zoya's shock increased ten folds...
"Ye kaun hai..." Humaira said. "maine inhe pehle..."
Humaira couldnt even complete her sentence when she heard Zoya say...
"Farhaan!!!!!!... ye yahan kya kar raha hai..."
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Precap
Zoya enters Khan Mansion, she freezes on her spot after hearing the conversation between Asad and Tanveer
Ayaan ushers a Saree and sindoor clad Humaira inside Siddiqui House, everyone looks at them shocked
Hiyaaa, se here enters Farhaan... I hope u all like the twist in my story... do leave a comment about it
till I update next, Happy Reading
Love Regina
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