AyRa OS: Woh Kuch Lamhe
"She would have left", Ayaan kept thinking as he walked into his room. He had just thought of a way to keep Humaira in the house. "That man would have taken her! She would have left us! She would have left me!" The words stabbed him in his heart as he stood there. "Kuan hai yeh! Kahan se aaya hai? Kyun aaya hai?" Ayaan's mind was off end, his feelings were getting the best of him. He stood there, a defeated face, a shabby look that displayed how drained he felt, no energy, no brain power just feelings, a bunch of jammed up emotions that surged their way through his eyes, as they took the form of tears. He was so frustrated, exerting so much force within him that he began to sweat. One look at him and anyone can notice that he hasn't slept in days. Ayaan felt cold, it was the air plus his body's energy, he wasn't able to control himself! His eyes spoke a thousand words from within his soul. Ayaan was shaking profusely, as he paced his room, as he stood in one place thinking.
He sat down for a second, "she thinks she is someone else, what if she is? Reason with yourself Ayaan. But what is she isn't? what if she is my Humaira! Someone else if here to say that she is supposed to spend her life with him! But the picture! How can she look just like Humaira? Why is this so damn confusing!" He stood up and picked up the first thing he felt in front of him. He juggled it for a while, remembering the way Vikram touched her shoulder, the way they hugged. Ayaan cringed at that scene, Humaira, the one girl who stood by him always, even if it meant going against her parents. She always wanted the best for him, always wanted his love. "Mohabaat! Usse sirf mera pyaar chaiye tha! Agar uss din mein who sab nahin kehta toh aaj….meri galati hai! Aaj yeh jo sab ho raha hai woh meri galati hai. Humaira humse door hai, meri wajah se; woh uss din ghar se gayi, meri wajah se; khud ko koi aur maanti hai, meri wajah se ; kisi aur ko woh apna shohar maanti hai, meri wajah se." He lifted the item in his hand and threw it with full force against the floor. Just then Nikhat walked in. Ayaan talked with her for a while as he did he thought "how? How do I explain to her that she can be Humaira! Why doesn't anyone understand?" "All she wanted was your love, for you to long for her. Today when we have that, we don't have our Humaira" she said crying. Ayaan stood there listening to every word his sister said, each word registered not in his brain but in his heart. "she didn't want anything else, choti si cheez, sirf meri mohabaat. Wait a second, if they all believe she is Rajni than….Ya Allah where is she now?"
Ayaan took Nikhat by the shoulders "kahan hai woh, Nikhat mujhe batao kahan hai who?" Nikhat was all choked up with tears "please don't say it! Please don't say what I think you are about to say!" he pleaded silently. "Woh Vikramji ke saath, guest room mein" she said crying and walked off. "No, No! This can't be! How can she! How can she go in there with him?!" Ayaan began to tear, the tears came slow but each one had a different sensation that made his cheeks sting as they trailed down his face to his chin. Ayaan paced his room, the thought of Humaira behind closed doors with another man, made his blood boil. He paced, back and forth, he thought. Humaira's face kept coming in front of his eyes, Ayaan thought of her words, he became from Ayaan to Ayaanji. Her sweet, innocent smile. She was his Humaira! She had to be! He thought of all the moments they spent together, like a life review all within these few moments. "Nahin! Nahin! Mein usse kisi aur ke saath nahin rehne de sakta!" he rushed out of his room, towards the guest room "Chahiye sab lok maan gaye! Mujhe koi parvah nahin! Koi kuch bhi kahe, woh Humaira hai, meri Humaira" he turned the corner and saw the door closed, as if on instinct his hands leapt forward and he pushed the door opened. Ayaan stood there, he saw how both have just separated from a hug, and they both seemed shy. Ayaan stood there frozen, trying to process what he just may stopped from happening.
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