A/n: Hola! The Humaira- Zoya scene killed me today! So much angst. Uff. This teeny-weeny story/drabble to acknowledge the plight of the sisters!
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Humaira wobbled down the hallway, finally no one to try to get her talking. Why was it so hard to understand that she did not want to talk? Leave me alone, she wanted to scream but the words would just not come up. She was numb. It was past one in the morning and sleep couldn't be far away. The hallways were half decorated and the rest of the decorations were piled up along the sides. The house was alight again. Nikhat Baji was getting engaged the next day. But how could she be happy when it felt as if her heart was being ripped out?
She was going to the kitchen to get a glass of warm milk, to help her fall asleep when she heard someone whispering in the garden. From the open window in the hallway, she could see someone sitting outside.
Curious, she gently padded outside and planted herself behind the pillar which looked over the garden. She could make out Zoya's silhouette in the dark night. Leaning a little closer, she could hear her speaking and crying.
"...kabtak kaurngi Ammi? I am tired now. Dill toh chahata hai ke laut jaon, par can I really do that? As much as I hate him right now, I still love him, Ammi. Aisa kyun hota hai meri saath? Everyone I love, leaves me. Pehle abbu ne, phir aapne, aur abb Mr. Khan. I hate love, Ammi. It only hurts and makes you weak." She was staring at the stars and silently crying.
If it hadn't been for the pillar, Humaira would have fallen down. She sunk down on the floor and cried along. How did their lives change so much in less than 24 hours? They were all supposed to be happy now, right? Then how was she sitting there, listening to the begum of the man who was supposed to be her shauhar?
So much pain and loss. Why was life so unfair? As much as Humaira wanted to hate the girl in the garden, she couldn't.
Ishq cheez hai aisi rabba
Jise koi rok na pave
Koi ishq mein sab ko mitaave
Koi ishq mein khud mit jaave
- Rabba Ishq Na Hove (Andaaz, 2003)
A/n: Yeah, nothing great or grand. Still, leave me love!