New AyRa OS: Kaisa Sila Diya Yeh Wafah Ka

Kaisa Sila Diya Yeh Wafah Ka

"Humaira darvasa kholiye! Humaira please! Please!" Ayaan pleaded, banging the door with his fist. Humaira locked the door, sitting on her bed she held hands over her ears. For a little while she sat like that until she heard him leave. "Mein aap se mohabbat karta hoon Humaira, aur aap hi se Nikaah karoon ga" The words repeated in her head. Over and Over again she heard his voice; promising to be with her forever, she felt his hand in hers; tightening their relationship with every word. Humaira looked at her hand, the heart locket dangling; its movement feeling so real as if it was her real heart. A single tear dropped onto her dress, as she wiped it off she remembered asking Ayaan how she looked. The scene playing in her head, a few hours ago when all was well; the way he shook his head, the way his eyes complimented her. She played the car scene again in her mind, then the incident with Vikram, their escape and his disappearance. Humaira shut her eyes, trying to block out all that happened but every time she did she saw Ayaan signing those papers, with everyone bearing witness; claiming Zoya as his wife. The stream of emotions that had stopped in its tracks at the sight of the pendent came flowing again. She couldn't do it, she couldn't forget it; this nightmare was too real. She hadn't been there when they signed the papers but their words kept ringing in her ears, congratulating Ayaan on his marriage to Zoya. It was now legitimate, it was real! For a second it turned from a real nightmare to a living nightmare. "Kyun Ayaan! Kyun!? Maine aapse kitna pyaar kiya! Hamesha pyaar kiya! Aur aap ne yeh sila diya! I never thought of anyone but you! This is what I get!" she yelled out, her tears stinging as they rolled down her cheeks.

Lifeless Humaira stood up, she couldn't stand these clothes anymore. She changed and sat back down with her legs against her chest. Against her rational mind she opened the necklace again, she remembered every moment with Ayaan, all the fun and play; the fights and make-up. She stared out at the night sky, how peaceful, how complete it looks once the moon gleams in its darkness. That's what Ayaan used to be, he was the one who brighten her life in all dark hours. He was her moon, his smile, his companionship her moonlight. "Jaise chaand bina raat adhoori hai, waise hi aap ke bina mein adhoori hoon Ayaan" she thought. Humaira kissed the pendent, again she couldn't help but cry. "This is all I have of our love Ayaan. Aur isse mein apne paas hamesha rakhoon gi. Aap paas ho, ya na ho" . Humaira walked over to her bed, curling herself up she cried herself to sleep.

It was the day of Nikhat's engagement; Humaira didn't want to dress up. She looked at the dress her mother placed on her bed, it was colorful and elegant. Humaira stared at it for a while, Ayaan's face kept coming in front of her eyes, Nikhat, she had to do this for Nikhat. Sighing loudly she picked up the dress and walked over to the bathroom. After changing Humaira looked at the mirror, the colors of the dress seemed bland against her broken heart. There was one thing the she couldn't walk out of her room without, she picked up the pendent and just as she was about to put it on...Humaira felt his presence. He was here, her heart jumped and landed in her stomach. "Ayaan" she thought looked in the direction of her door. "He IS here" she thought as her heart raced, she walked towards the door. Each step seemed a mile long, each breath taking up too much energy. Humaira approached the door, "Ayaan, if that's you please come in, barge in and explain yourself. Take me into your arms, tell me all will be well" she caught herself thinking. She placed a hand on the door, and her heart skipped a beat this time, he was there she knew it. Her mind told her to back off; her heart told her to hold on. She wanted to stand there for Allah knows how long, she didn't want to let go of this feeling of him being there' being close. Her mind and heart at war in those few seconds as one told her to turn around and the other to open the door. To get a glimpse of his face, to see him up close that's all she wanted. As if on impulse or as if hoping for too much Humaira pulled the door open, a cold breeze smacking against her. He wasn't there, was he ever there? She would never know. Crying she turned around to finish getting ready.

After what happened, Humaira readied herself to face everyone in the house. While fixing her dupatta she walked out and stood at the top of the steps in the foyer, everyone was there putting on their best appearance as not to ruin anything. A discussion was going on about who would serve the guests and Humaira was just about to be suggested when Dadi said Zoya's name. Humaira's heart sank again as she saw Dadi smiling at someone behind her. Humaira looked to her right, she saw her coming down. Their eyes met and on instinct Humaira turned cold, her eyes portraying the disgust and anger that was in her. Zoya walked past her and stood on the other end, her eyes down in what seemed to be embarrassment. Once again Humaira's hopes soared as she felt Ayaan's presence in the room, she turned slightly to look at him. He would come and stand with her, no matter what happened she still hoped that Ayaan would be by her side. She looked at him expectantly, praying that his slow and hesitant steps would come and stop near her. However, to her dismay he walked over to the other side standing next to Zoya. Humaira swallowed her disappointment along with her tears and tried her best to put on a brave face.

The ceremony passed slowly, every chance Haseena got she would put Zoya and Ayaan together. Humaira kept telling herself to be brave, to do this for Nikhat. At one point she couldn't take it anymore she planned her escape but just as she was to implement that plan to run from there, Nikhat caught her hand stopping her and grounding her feelings for a little bit that was. Humaira busied herself in serving everyone; she avoided eye contact with Ayaan and Zoya. If before she was sad now she was angry and disgusted. "chalo! Chalo! Miyah, Biwi ki tasveer kicho" Haseena said. She grabbed both by their hands, and dragged them to the center. This was the heights of her patience, Humaira couldn't take it anymore. She picked up her lengha and trying to hold her cry in she ran off. Once in her room, Humaira locked the door, and fell onto her bed. Humaira cried, she hung her head and cried until she couldn't breathe. "Kyun Ayaan! Why!? Meri wafah ka yeh sila kyun diya!? What did I do to deserve this?" she cried.

Baat kuch samaj na aaye kami kya hame paayi
Ek tarfa yeh mohabbat humi ne sirf nibhayi
Jaam chaahat ka dekar zaher nafrat ka pila diya...(2)
Zaher nafrat ka pila diya
Tere vaade woh irade tere vaade woh irade
Oh saathi re sab kucch bhula diya yeh wafa kaisa sila diya
Sab kucch bhula diya yeh wafa kaisa sila diya