Ok, I have recently discovered that writing makes you feel fresh and I decided to write in between my study breaks. But here's a deal I want to make. I promise to give u updates everytime, my previously updated parts get 100 likes. (atleast 80 , because I know, I have readers that much 😆 ) And 20 pages comments. you comment and press like, and i'll give you updates. Fair nough? Yes it iS! And by Comments I mean, proper reviews. Like if you liked it or you didn't. And bla n bla.
This part is one of my favorites. I mean, I loved writing it. The song used, is from an old hindi classic masoom. A very heart touching song I must tell you all. I hope you'll like the part. N hey, not much long updates ok.? But defo quick updates!!
Please note that my story is no lovey dovey romantic fictions. Its a dark tale with intense romance and involves huge emotional drama. In case of any problem please feel free to P.M me. 
IT HURTS. IT REALLY DOES The more you hid it, the more you run, the harder it grips, the deeper it hurts. Suddenly there was an aura of grey around him. No matter how much he pretended to be unaffected and deadened from all sort of human emotions . The truth remained unchanged for him. It hurt. It hurt bad. Memories that had haunted him from past so many years were too difficult to live with. They wanted him to suffer, and so, he didn't end his life. Death would have been far more easier and he knew it. Hence, he decided to live. Live, to suffer. May be he deserved it.. or may be he didn't. But the painful reminiscences of his life was too much too deal with. And thus, he escaped. Escaped from the past. Fabricated as if it never happened. Ran, till his heart was immune to all the pain it felt, And till his heart refused to feel more soreness. He knew, It was a mist that wouldn't rise. A state of depression that he wouldn't see himself through. EVER.
As the years passed, He became blind from everything, as if he could bother with nothing around him. His thoughts became the spark of his attention, his eyes wander around the room starring at nothing but his own delusions of how the world cracks and mutilates everything about him. He didn't see blackness, and He didn't see emptiness, rather, He witnessed a blur of colorful fissures gnawing at the very core of his soul.
He was a new man altogether. The numbness was at its best and he refused to believe in any form of humanism. There was no feeling. No emotion. He was a man with a dead heart. That although never stopped bleeding, but had become strong enough to deal with the ache it felt. He was a man of different layers. A man, with such extreme shades that no one could ever imagine. And he was..Not happy, but content ... As the hurtful past was no longer with him as long as he was not forlorn.
If you could see through him, asad was a man who was Hollow and pained, trying to keep his head high but dying inside whenever something reminded him of dreadful innings of his life. It took him years to hold himself again and abandonment of everything made him the man, who he was now.
Asad closed his eyes to block all the thoughts that were bringing up the wrong subject In his mind. He took the alcohol, his only companion, his only support in his hands and drank. Drank till his brain repudiated to think anything.
...
Zoya came with the first aid box yet again. But this time, there was this strange fear. She had never witnessed asad like this Before.. It was scaring, to see him all red in blood and screaming as if the lady's presence did torture to him.
She quietly entered the room and what she saw, broke her heart. She felt a terrible weight on her shoulders. It was as if a giant boulder was laid on her and she couldn't straighten up or catch her breath entirely.
A single tear rolled down her cheek, seeing this man who was hurt, who was defeated. This was not that ruthless cruel asad ahmed khan, about whom she was being told. This was the man, who was broken to an extent of no returns. She was now sure there was more to the story and asad ahmed khan was certainly not what he pretended to be.
She found himself lying on the ground with bottles of alcohol scattered on the floor, one of which had broken and pierced his hand. From the looks of it, Asad seemed almost out of consciousness. She ran towards him and took the piece of glass out of his hand and cleaned the wound. She blew softly over the cut when he hissed in pain and bandaged it neatly. Zoya didn't know why, but got this sudden urge to kiss his wound and so, she did. She kissed ever so lightly, trying to sooth the pain.
She then went on to sit beside him on the rug where he laid. She wiped his sweaty face with her hands and made him drink his medicine.
Asad was not asleep but to her surprise, he did not push her. May be the alcohol was getting the better of him, she thought. He held her hands and stared at her. And like always, his eyes said it all. This was the first time, asad didn't want to hide his hurt. For the first time he wanted her to see, the man who wanted to cry for once. Just to ease himself out. The unspoken words were loud enough for her to understand. She patted his forehead and left. She was too disturbed to analyze anything. At the moment, all she knew was his state was breaking her to pieces and she needed to get out of there. But before she could leave the room, she heard him and froze.
"Don't Go. I cant sleep"
Zoya rushed to him and held him close to herself in an effort to make him feel safe and comfortable. She noticed how devastated he looked..His eyes were blood-shot red and he looked tired. Tired of fighting alone..may be. And then it hit her. The man was not shouting few hours ago, but hiding himself in the mask of anger Her heart went out for him and she couldn't hold back her tears. Without giving it a second thought, she went on to kiss his forehead again
Asad wasn't in his right state of mind, but the feeling of having someone so close soothed him. He couldn't sleep, she could see that. So she did, what her brother always did to her.
She sang.
Do naina aur ek kahani,
thoda sa baadal, thoda sa paani, aur ek kahani ..She helped him lie down with his head on her lap. She stroked his hair as he closed his eyes.
Choti si dhoop, jheelon mein wo behti rehti hai,
Koi sune ya na sune kehti rehti hai
Kuch likh ke aur kuch zubaani..
Thoda sa badal thoda sa paani
Aur.. ek kahani.. Zoya looked at him as he slowly felt asleep. Forgetting all his pain and agony. She cradled him till his breathing became normal and even.
Thodi si hai jaani hui,
thodi si nayi,
Jahan ruke aansoon wahi poori ho gayi
Hai to nayi phir bhi hai puraani
Ek khatm ho to doosri raat aa jaati hai,
Hothon pe fir bhooli hui baat aa jaati hai
do naino ki hai ye kahani. ...
Love
eshita
Edited by eshita.kabhi - 11 years ago
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