AyRa OS: Confrontation

~Humaira walked out of the kitchen holding her glass of water, it was 1:00 o' clock at midnight, and she was having trouble sleeping with all the fiasco going on in the Siddiqui mention with Zoya and Ayaan's nikah and now Nikhat's wedding preparations.

She has been doing her best maintaining distance from Ayaan, keeping herself busy with guests, helping Nikhat. But in the night it was difficult there was nothing to keep her mind off Ayaan and the fact that he was married to someone else. For the past week she had a cried herself to sleep, Ayaan had tried to talk to her couple of times, but she couldn't muster enough of courage to confront him.

Every time he had come in front of her or tried to have a conversation, the image of him nodding yes to Quazi Saab and then signing the Nikahnamma had popped up in her head and the fact that he didn't bother to ask her or even consider her feelings.

~As she walked past the dining hall, she heard loud thud noises coming from the guest room, she slowly walked towards the room and peaked inside only to find Ayaan covered in sweat punching a boxing bag. She watched him throw another aggressive punch, she could see his muscles move, since he was only wearing a black vest and gray pajamas. She watched as he kept throwing punches on the bag, he was trying to hurt himself by behaving impulsively and she knew.

She closed her eyes, when she noticed his elbow move back and he was about to throw another hard punch, waiting in anticipation to hear another loud thud. Instead she heard a loud crackling and then slamming noise, as if something had broken. She opened her eyes only to see that Ayaan has missed the boxing bag and his punch landed on the open window pan. He winced in pain holding his hand.

"Ayaan" She said in a barely audible voice. But Ayaan heard her; he looked up and noticed Humaira's petite body standing at the door clutching her glass of water. Her eyes looked swollen as if she had no sleep and been crying for days, which he was sure she had been, but even than she looked ravishing. He started taking steps towards her.

Humaira saw him moving towards her, she wanted to leave, but her feet wouldn't listen to her brains signals, it was as if they were glued to the ground. She looked at him; he looked vulnerable and hurt something she had never seen in Ayaan.

As his proximity increased, Humaira's heartbeats increased; she tightened her grip on the glass of water.

"Humaira", Ayaan whispered as he took another step closing the gap between them, he could see the tears forming in her eyes and her cheeks turning pink. "We need to talk!'. Humaira just looked at him unable to utter a sound. She felt his fingers slightly touch hers as he took her glass of water and took a few sips. He placed the glass on the table.

"Humaira, whatever happened these past few days, I am really sorry for that, I". As Ayaan spoke Humaira the tears threatening to roll down her eyes, she had to get out of their before she broke down.

"Ayaan please... It's late I am going to go to bed" She murmured and hurried away, but before she could leave Ayaan caught hold of her hand pulling her inside, he locked the door and cornered her in front of it. All of this happened suddenly that it left Humaira stunned.

There was only enough distance pass thin air between them, Ayaan was hovering over Humaira, his hands were holding her upper arms. "Enough Humaira, You can't ignore me, we live in the same house" Ayaan said angrily.

"Don't you think I know Ayaan!,... I have to live in the same house with a the guy that I am in love with and his wife" She snapped back, as tears rolled down her eyes.

"I know you are hurt Humaira, I am sorry for that, all of this happened so suddenly that I didn't have any time to think, All I could think was to somehow save Nikhat and I picked the first solution that came to my mind, Mujhe pata hai ki mere faisle se aapko kitni takleef huyi hai, likin I just want one chance Humaira". Ayaan lowered his voice.

"What kind of a Chance? Ayaan, aapne mujhse vada kiya tha ki aap mujhse Nikah karenge, aur ussi din aapne woh vada tod diya Ayaan, Kya apne ek baar bhi mere bare mein socha?" Humaira whishpered in between her sobs. Ayaan felt a rush of anger against himself as he witnessed Humaira's pain, her face had turned red from crying and her eyes were now puffier.

"Please Ayaan mujhe jaane dijiye!". She tried to get out his grip, but he held her there.

"Toh aapko kya lagta hai Humaira, ki main in saab se Khush hun?, yeh sirf meri majboori thi Humaira, aap jaanti hai ki Nikhat kis mental state mein this use bachaane ka sirf yahi ek raasta tha mere paas!"

"Aapne ek bhai ka farz toh nibha diya likin mera kya Ayaan, kya aapne ek bar bhi mere bare mein socha, kya aapne meri maarzi jaane ki khoshish ki, bas Zoya ko Yahan le aaye?" She questioned him.

"Humaira main jaanta hun ki yeh sab karke, main sabse zyada dard aapko diya hai, and I apologize for that, likin meri baat samaj ne ki khoshish kijiye Humaira, I love..." Before Ayaan could finish Humaira put her hand.

"Please Ayaan, in lafzo ka istmaal mat kijiye, because aap inka matlab jaante hi nahi hai, in fact ab toh mujhe lagta hai ki aapko mujhse mohabat kabhi thi hi nahi, woh sab sirf sympathy thi, because of my problem. You felt pity for me!". She retorted. Ayaan catching the underlying meaning in her world, pulled her closer, in the process tightening his grip on her arms to the point where she felt pain.

"Ayaan, Mujhe dard ho raha hai" Humaira said struggling to free herself. Ayaan pulled her more close, their faces only a couple inches apart.

"Mujhe bhi dard ho raha Humaira, Because I love you!" His voice thick with emotions, Humaira looked into his eyes, she could see affect her words had on him. Realizing his tight grip on Humaira's arm, he slowly let her.
"I am sorry Humaira, Main aapko dard nahi dena chahata tha, lekin please kabhi bhi yeh mat kahiye ga ki main aapse mohobat nahi karta, I love you Humaira, you mean the world to me, aur maine aapse koi jhoota wada nahi kiya tha, sache dil se promise kiya tha, but I didn't know that all this would happen, but I want to tell you Humaira ki Zoya aur mera Nikah sirf ek jhoot hai. Hum sirf Nikhat ki shaadi hone ka intezaar kar rahe hai, uske baad hum yeh shaadi ki misunderstanding clear kar denge" Ayaan said, looking up at Humaira, the anger the rage that had been in her eyes was replaced by guilt and more tears.

"Is this true Ayaan?" Humaira questioned as if not believing what her ears heard. For the past week she had been crying because she thought she had lost Ayaan now.

"Yes Humaira, or in saab mein main aapka saath chahata tha Humaira, I thought at least you would support me" He took a step back and turned around as tears rolled down his eyes. Then he felt soft hands wrapping around his waist, Humaira hugged him from behind.

"I am so so sorry Ayaan, All this time, mujhe laga ki maine aapko kho diya hai, You don't know Ayaan how much I went through in this past week". Ayaan took her hand and pulled her in the front, hugging her.

"I know Humaira and I am sorry, likin jitna dard aapko huya hai use kayi zyada dard mujhe huya hai, Par ab hamare beech koi problem nahi hai, right?" He looked at her, she nodded her head and hugged him again, he placed a kiss on her head and ruffled her hair. They stayed like that for a while supporting each other, this hug was needed after one week of separation.

Humaira heard a noise and let go of Ayaan, "I think humhe ab sona chahiye isse phele koi aajaye". Humaira unlocked the door.

"Humaira", Ayaan's voice stopped her, she turned around and noticed as Ayaan pulled something silvery out of his picket, she realized it was her heart shaped necklace. She had been looking for it all over the place, she had dropped it during Nikhat's enagment.

"Yeh aapko kahan se mila?" She questioned as she put her hand forward to take it.

"It was dropped on floor in the living room, next to the couch!" He said. "I am so glad you found it, do din se mein isse dundh rahi hun".

"Ab chale!" Ayaan smiled, he walked past Humaira, but she held his hand. "Aap mujhe phenayenge nahi?" She held out her palm, Ayaan took the necklace and tied it around her neck, while their background music played.

He slightly kissed forehead and whispered. "I promise you Humaira, ki aapse hi Nikaah karunga!". Humaira smiled, as Ayaan touches his forehead to hers. The misunderstanding between them was over and now when Humaira was with him Ayaan could relax a bit and handle this situation.

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