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Hi guys!😊 this is my 2nd SAahil OS here.😊 After i wrote the first one the positive feedback encouraged me to write further. And then After i watched the snake episode this track came in my mind and i gave it my own imagination. Hope you all will like it.😳
Enjoy!
From this moment on...
She had taken the poison--"
the syllable banged his head veins and Aahil for a moment was in desparate hurry to save his only thread of belonging!
He skidded at her side in a rush after transferring his "Badi Ammi" under Asma's care.
Her fallen body shakes and inhales heavy breath as the glowing colour of life fast ebbs away from her body and the poison enraps it within its deadly paleness. Before Aahil could reach her she huffs and points her shaky fingers at him and asks in a trembling voice that vents hurt more than anger and says with her trembling hueless lips- "Why--Aalah---" she gasps unable to word the next syllable. Her large kajal eyes rests looking at him while she again moves her dry lips to complete her half spoken words and asks in a pain that echos the hurt pride of her heart that throbs in much greater agony than her body.
"Why--did you hate me--so much ? "
the air in Aahil's throat chokes his lungs and a deep cast of repentence and longing moulds him in relentless agony and with a niftness of sincerity he bends down and without a second or third word pulls up her body in his arms.
"Why--?" Aahil hears the word from a sluggish and worn mouth again as he clingling her cold frame close to his body runs towards the door with his heart banging against his rib cage.
He stops only when Asma calls him.
He doesnot look back, his body & mind is so worn and heavy with seriel collage of gold and black memories--that he forgets where his limbs were headed to except the fact that he was doing something that for the moment was or could be best for her.
Few seconds later he puts her haggard body down on his bed, bed that was large and comfortable, a room of a Prince --Black Prince as he was known mostly!
But this time Aahil doesnot let her take the strain and says before she could move her feeble lips.
" I don't hate YOU! "
"how can I hate when I---"
Aahil stops, the word hangs somewhere inbetween his apex ego and iron walls of pride that not just today but was a continuity of days since his torturous childhood, a time when he learnt to build a wall of lonliness and suffering around him...
In fear of hurt and rejection he chose to lead a life of solitary and hatred So that his careless and rude demeanour could keep people at arms length!
Aasma was tending to Sanam's aid who was taking slow shallow breath in long gasps. Her eyes still resting upon his intense blackness was waiting for the words that were yet to be spoken.
Aahil took his eyes off and looked away to avoid the question that not only Sanam but troubled him too.
It made him face the mirror with a fear of discovering what he was so careful to hide. A face that was not just a shock but a facet that himself he could not say he knew well.
An awkward feeling drapped him and a raw taste of metal choked his throat so painstakingly that Aahil Raza Ibrahim was in a pitiful tug of war about his own actions.
He could no more see sense in bothering her to make her life hell! In stead her courage and daring acts of sacrifice was slowly making a place in his life that in no way Aahil could tag as casual.
It was more. But when the more had happened was a puzzle in itself !
She saved her Badi Ammi by taking the poison upon herself, shouldn't she deserve an answer?
Aahil contemplated to sort out what was in front him but logics had long stopped their flash and now they were nothing but frail images that distraughted anything further he wants to speak.
All in return he did was taking her feeble hands in his warm hold and lend assurance of taking care of everything that was in and beyond his capacity.
Only one word made reasonable wave in his mind--Save. He had to save her. He had to save Sanam & restore her faith, the faith she had on him, the faith that believes he will make everything right.
An austere mode of belief in him that in spite of his rudeness didnot deter. A trust that Aahil himself fails to understand or may be he knows the reason behind and that is why it scares him to the brink of madness! Because Aahil Raza Ibrahim does not want to accept the truth and the mere fact that things could happen against his wish or without his command and here it was more serious , here it was about feelings --!
Perhaps Rehan was right that Love happens when it has to, no matter how hard one tries to evade, it's a feeling that your heart knows before one can acquire to prevent it.
Now Aahil thought he had laughed then but it was true. And no one knows that better than him now. But Love welcomes pain and that what makes him step back again & again even though he wants to embrace it with all his Heart.
But pride in him held its head as high as a mountain and Aahil despite of knowing life and its priority refused to accept what he should.
His eyes shot up at the sound of feeble murmur and with questioning look he raised his worried eyes at Asma who gave an assuring nod in reply that said the injection had worked and the venomous poison was slowly leaving Sanam's body.
Aahil sighed in relief. He watched the slow up down of her chest. The faint but steady breath was a sign that the medicine was working.
Sanam's face regained its calmness and once again after taking few deep long breathes she opened her large kajal stained eyes and stared at him.
The question still lingering in them was not hard for Aahil to notice but he carefully picked his words before appearing with a demeanour that made matters look easy and careless and said in his casual confident tone " I can't hate you because--because we have made a pact if you remember--and according to that we are friends now. So how can i hate you ? "
besides our relation is strictly professional then how can it have anything to do with feelings--such as hatred ?
there came a shade of confusion but then her gaze changed colour and Sanam for a while stared at his face with an emotion that to Aahil was indesernable but soothing. They both stared at eachother, their eyes playing the role of silent advocacy!
After sometime Sanam closed her eyes and when she opened them Aahil could see a salient calm spreading all over replacing the expectancy that he had seen there sometime before.
Aahil flashed a crooked smile and said "Good that you have opened your eyes! Now make yourself fit & get to work. You are nt here to lie and take rest! Besides i don't have the time of the world to look after you! You are my servant and you work for me and not the other way round. "
Sanam stared at him with a startled expression but she didnt say anything in return.
"Don't forget that-- I Aahil Raza Ibrahim owns You! "
he watched Sanam's silent gaze, her dazed expression and Aahil twitched his lips showing his famous malevolent smile. Next second Aahil was out of the room heading towards the stairs to meet his Ammi !
As his feets touched the corridor adjoining his mother Tanvir's room A Smile that was a shade of happiness and new discovered feelings of heart, slowly crept in his lips and Aahil sensed a summer he had never felt before in his life--a rainbow that without his notice has knocked at his doorstep and with new hope he was equally willing to give into it.
A word that was beginning to fill his colourless life, a word that he had no faith before, a word that meant everything to him now, Yes LOVE, he -Aahil Raza Ibrahim was in LOVE!
P.s. Everyone thank you soo much for reading. 🤗
please if you like it put down your views.😳
Take care..Love you all...🤗
Enjoy!
From this moment on...
She had taken the poison--"
the syllable banged his head veins and Aahil for a moment was in desparate hurry to save his only thread of belonging!
He skidded at her side in a rush after transferring his "Badi Ammi" under Asma's care.
Her fallen body shakes and inhales heavy breath as the glowing colour of life fast ebbs away from her body and the poison enraps it within its deadly paleness. Before Aahil could reach her she huffs and points her shaky fingers at him and asks in a trembling voice that vents hurt more than anger and says with her trembling hueless lips- "Why--Aalah---" she gasps unable to word the next syllable. Her large kajal eyes rests looking at him while she again moves her dry lips to complete her half spoken words and asks in a pain that echos the hurt pride of her heart that throbs in much greater agony than her body.
"Why--did you hate me--so much ? "
the air in Aahil's throat chokes his lungs and a deep cast of repentence and longing moulds him in relentless agony and with a niftness of sincerity he bends down and without a second or third word pulls up her body in his arms.
"Why--?" Aahil hears the word from a sluggish and worn mouth again as he clingling her cold frame close to his body runs towards the door with his heart banging against his rib cage.
He stops only when Asma calls him.
He doesnot look back, his body & mind is so worn and heavy with seriel collage of gold and black memories--that he forgets where his limbs were headed to except the fact that he was doing something that for the moment was or could be best for her.
Few seconds later he puts her haggard body down on his bed, bed that was large and comfortable, a room of a Prince --Black Prince as he was known mostly!
But this time Aahil doesnot let her take the strain and says before she could move her feeble lips.
" I don't hate YOU! "
"how can I hate when I---"
Aahil stops, the word hangs somewhere inbetween his apex ego and iron walls of pride that not just today but was a continuity of days since his torturous childhood, a time when he learnt to build a wall of lonliness and suffering around him...
In fear of hurt and rejection he chose to lead a life of solitary and hatred So that his careless and rude demeanour could keep people at arms length!
Aasma was tending to Sanam's aid who was taking slow shallow breath in long gasps. Her eyes still resting upon his intense blackness was waiting for the words that were yet to be spoken.
Aahil took his eyes off and looked away to avoid the question that not only Sanam but troubled him too.
It made him face the mirror with a fear of discovering what he was so careful to hide. A face that was not just a shock but a facet that himself he could not say he knew well.
An awkward feeling drapped him and a raw taste of metal choked his throat so painstakingly that Aahil Raza Ibrahim was in a pitiful tug of war about his own actions.
He could no more see sense in bothering her to make her life hell! In stead her courage and daring acts of sacrifice was slowly making a place in his life that in no way Aahil could tag as casual.
It was more. But when the more had happened was a puzzle in itself !
She saved her Badi Ammi by taking the poison upon herself, shouldn't she deserve an answer?
Aahil contemplated to sort out what was in front him but logics had long stopped their flash and now they were nothing but frail images that distraughted anything further he wants to speak.
All in return he did was taking her feeble hands in his warm hold and lend assurance of taking care of everything that was in and beyond his capacity.
Only one word made reasonable wave in his mind--Save. He had to save her. He had to save Sanam & restore her faith, the faith she had on him, the faith that believes he will make everything right.
An austere mode of belief in him that in spite of his rudeness didnot deter. A trust that Aahil himself fails to understand or may be he knows the reason behind and that is why it scares him to the brink of madness! Because Aahil Raza Ibrahim does not want to accept the truth and the mere fact that things could happen against his wish or without his command and here it was more serious , here it was about feelings --!
Perhaps Rehan was right that Love happens when it has to, no matter how hard one tries to evade, it's a feeling that your heart knows before one can acquire to prevent it.
Now Aahil thought he had laughed then but it was true. And no one knows that better than him now. But Love welcomes pain and that what makes him step back again & again even though he wants to embrace it with all his Heart.
But pride in him held its head as high as a mountain and Aahil despite of knowing life and its priority refused to accept what he should.
His eyes shot up at the sound of feeble murmur and with questioning look he raised his worried eyes at Asma who gave an assuring nod in reply that said the injection had worked and the venomous poison was slowly leaving Sanam's body.
Aahil sighed in relief. He watched the slow up down of her chest. The faint but steady breath was a sign that the medicine was working.
Sanam's face regained its calmness and once again after taking few deep long breathes she opened her large kajal stained eyes and stared at him.
The question still lingering in them was not hard for Aahil to notice but he carefully picked his words before appearing with a demeanour that made matters look easy and careless and said in his casual confident tone " I can't hate you because--because we have made a pact if you remember--and according to that we are friends now. So how can i hate you ? "
besides our relation is strictly professional then how can it have anything to do with feelings--such as hatred ?
there came a shade of confusion but then her gaze changed colour and Sanam for a while stared at his face with an emotion that to Aahil was indesernable but soothing. They both stared at eachother, their eyes playing the role of silent advocacy!
After sometime Sanam closed her eyes and when she opened them Aahil could see a salient calm spreading all over replacing the expectancy that he had seen there sometime before.
Aahil flashed a crooked smile and said "Good that you have opened your eyes! Now make yourself fit & get to work. You are nt here to lie and take rest! Besides i don't have the time of the world to look after you! You are my servant and you work for me and not the other way round. "
Sanam stared at him with a startled expression but she didnt say anything in return.
"Don't forget that-- I Aahil Raza Ibrahim owns You! "
he watched Sanam's silent gaze, her dazed expression and Aahil twitched his lips showing his famous malevolent smile. Next second Aahil was out of the room heading towards the stairs to meet his Ammi !
As his feets touched the corridor adjoining his mother Tanvir's room A Smile that was a shade of happiness and new discovered feelings of heart, slowly crept in his lips and Aahil sensed a summer he had never felt before in his life--a rainbow that without his notice has knocked at his doorstep and with new hope he was equally willing to give into it.
A word that was beginning to fill his colourless life, a word that he had no faith before, a word that meant everything to him now, Yes LOVE, he -Aahil Raza Ibrahim was in LOVE!
P.s. Everyone thank you soo much for reading. 🤗
please if you like it put down your views.😳
Take care..Love you all...🤗
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