SaHil FF *New* Two Strings, One Destiny-Part 17 UPDATED pg 13! - Page 2

"Dekiye main ek chote shehar ki ghareeb larkhi hoon tho meri problems tho hongi. Meri badi Ammi ki tabiyat itni kharab raiti hain aur meri behen, Haya, bichari woh to bol be nahin sakti. To unki yaad aree thee...tho bus..."

"Toh tum ye kherahi ho ke tum apni badi Ammi ke yaad main theen mile bhaag kar road ke paas baitke roh raheen theen?"

"Haan! Tho?" Sanam fumed losing her temper. "Why was he so worried about her running away and crying? What did it matter to him?" Sanam thought furiously.

"Aap hi nay to meri musibatein bharaeen hain? Aapko kya farak padta hain ke meri jaise naukar kay zindagi main kya ho raha hain?" she argued.

Aahil completely lost it with that. He walked up to her and grabbed her hard by the shoulders.

"Mujhe koi farak nahin parta? Mujhe? Issiliye main har baar tumhe deewano ki taran bachane aata hoon?!"

"Aaagh," gasped Sanam wriggling under his strong hold. "Chordiye mujhe! Mujhe bohut dard ho raha hai!"

"Aur mera dard Sanam?" he continued further tightening his grip on her shoulders unconsciously. "Mere daard ka kya? Haan? Woh daard jo mujhe mehsoos hota hai jab tumhe takleef main dekhta hoon? Woh daard jo mujhe hota hai jab tumhare ankhon main ansoon hote hain?"

Aahil did not know where this was coming from but somehow it just felt right. So he continued. "Ye daard, ye ehsaas ye saab kya hai? aur kyun? Aisi kya baat hai tumme jo mujhe haar bar tumharee ore keech thee hain? Aisi kya baat hai tumme jo main Nida ke taraf dekne ke bajai tumme ko jata hoon?"

At this point Sanam had stopped trying to free herself from him. Tears were running down her face. And she stood frozen, absorbing each and every word that escaped his lips. Sanam couldn't understand these rapidly building up feelings he was talking about. She had also been feeling some things for him. Whenever he was with Nida, something just seemed out of place. But she used to think that it was just plain worry that a person as cruel as Nida shouldn't be his future because he clearly wasn't half as bad as her. She never thought those feelings could be anything more than that because she new that she was nothing more than a mere servant and he was after all a Nawab. And it would be out of place to even think of herself as a potential partner for him. And if she did have feelings for him and he found out, Nida would definitely stand by her false accusation and would make Sanam's life miserable.

But Sanam was unaware of her feelings for Aahil. It was either that or she was trying to push them out of the way before they completely took over her heart and soul.

But right now she didn't know how to react. Aahil was shaking her.

"Bolo Sanam! Ye kya ehsaas hai? Kya ye dil ki awaaz hai? Kya tumhe be sunai dehtee hai? Kya tumhe woh dard hota hai? Kya tumhe be farak partha hai?"

She was feeling his pain right now. But she needed time to think about her feelings, if she had any for him, before she could reciprocate this love. Aahil Raza Ibrahim and love? It was hard to believe that a playboy like him would even believe in love. After all, did he forget that he was engaged? He, himself proposed to Nida. Sanam was really confused right now and she did was she thought was best at the moment.

"Nahin!!" she responded. "Mujhe farak nahin partha kay aap kya karthe hain aur kyun karthe hain. Aapko samajna he itna mushkil hai. Kabhi gussa to kabhi...," but she wasn't able to finish because Aahil had let her go and he's done so with such force that she fell backwards and her shoulder collided with the old cart that stood in the corner of the barn.

"Ouch," she winced as she saw him walk out the barn and into the pouring rain.

Sanam stood up in shock," Ya Allah ye toh mujhe jungle ke beech main akele chor gaye."

Sanam's clothes were still soaked and she decided to take off her dupatta and wring it dry. Then she spread it on the cart. She noticed a blue coat and realized it was Aahil's but she didn't dare to touch it, in case he came back. A half an hour had passed but he still hadn't returned. Sanam felt like he had really left her behind this time. But she also knew that it was her fault. She had seen the hurt in his eyes before he harshly let her go.

She was disappointed in herself for responding to him in such an awful way. As she squeezed the water out of the corners of her kurta, she shut her eyes, reliving the conversation she and Aahil had had.

Maybe she had been too hasty and too emotional in answering him back. She could have handled the situation in a calmer manner. But she was Sanam Ahmed Khan after all. She had her dad's temper. She couldn't help it.

She undid her braid and swept her hair to the side as she tried to air dry it also. There was a window at the back of the barn. She walked to it and stood looking out at the rain. She closed her eyes and thought. Alot.

He really had saved her all these times. Every time she fell he was there to catch her. He saved her from the swimming pool during her first challenge and even applied ointment to her burned hand during the dinner challenge. He had saved her when she had been buried alive and had taken genuine care of her after that until she was well again. Come to think of it, his behavior and attitude the past couple of days have been so different compared to what they were when they had first met. Maybe he really did have feelings for her. True feelings.

But every time Sanam came to that conclusion, she acknowledged the fact that he was engaged and after that when she moved on to think about her own feelings for him, she found a block in her mind. Because how could she even think about having feelings for an engaged man?

Sanam shook her head, this was too complicating and confusing.

She paced to the door of the barn and back. A strong gust of wind was blowing and suddenly the candle in the lantern blew out. The barn was engulfed in darkness and Sanam shuddered out of fear as the door began to shake violently. She still didn't have any network in her phone and her phone's battery was also discharged so her phone wasn't lighting up. It wasn't usual for Sanam to be afraid of the dark but tonight she was all alone in a strange barn, in the middle of the jungle.

She didn't know what to do. So she shut her eyes tight and prayed, really hard.

"Allah miya, please Aahil ko wapas bejdijiye. Aahil ko wapas bejdijiye. Please Allah Miya!!" she chanted.

Somewhere an owl hooted, Sanam's eyes opened wide, in fear. But she quickly closed them, blocking out all negative thoughts and continued to pray.

Suddenly she heard a loud clatter and a familiar voice, "Sanam?"

Sanam opened her eyes to see a silhouette of a tall figure. She ran towards him and without thinking, threw her arms around his neck.

"Aahil! Please aap mujhe maaf kardijiye maine paata nahin aapko kya kya bina soche samjhe kay diya. Mujse galti hogayi. Aap wakai main mere liye bohut kuch kar chuke hain...Shukar hai Allah ka kay aap wapas agaey. Mera jee baite ja raha tha."

"Ssshh," Aahil patted her back gently. He realized that it was bare as her hair was swept to one side, but he tried not to have that affect him. She felt good in his arms and he was just trying to console her because she was obviously terrified.

"It's okay, he whispered to her," Tumhe maafi maangne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Tumne aapna jawab dediya and that's fair."

Sanam's heart lurched. She knew that it wouldn't be easy to make up for what she had said but the fact was that whatever she had said wasn't even entirely true. She had to make it up to him. She just had to...

Guys please comment! i'm putting in a lot of energy into this FF. If it sucks, let me know. I'll stop posting! Thanks for reading :p

Here Aahil has not messed up and Sanam has started thinking. It helps us in keeping our frustrations abate from Original S and A.

Outside, the sky roared in anger and as thunder rumbled once again, Sanam hugged Aahil tighter. Sanam's gesture made Aahil uncomfortable because the more she held on, the more he wanted to touch her and caress her. But he knew that she was off limits as she had clearly stated that she wasn't sharing the same feelings as he was for her.

Aahil closed his eyes in discomfort. He was so head over heels for her that it would be so hard to accept that she didn't have feelings for him. As lightning flashed he let go of her; Sanam turned around out of embarrassment. She didn't realize how long she had been holding on to him and that too so tightly. Aahil had been out looking for someone who could possibly help them with their car situation but he wasn't able to find anyone. So he had collected wood to make a fire in an attempt to keep them warm for the rest of the night.

Within moments the lantern and fire both were lit. Aahil turned around to see Sanam standing there. Her hair, wet and blowing in the wind, made her appearance no less than that of a goddess. Aahil could not stop staring. Sanam noticed him staring and realized that she was standing wet, her kurta sticking to her skin, and above all she wasn't wearing her dupatta. She blushed in shame and turned around to grab it, from where it was left to dry on the cart. But mother nature had something else in mind.

Another strong wind blew the dupatta away and it landed on Aahil's face. Sanam wasn't going to grab it from him, this was way too embarrassing. She turned back around. Aahil stood draped in Sanam's yellow dupatta. He slowly pulled it away and moved towards her to put it around her. He was inches from her when he noticed it.

There was a large ugly bruise on Sanam's left shoulder.

"Sanam? Tumhare khandhe pe ye chott kaise lagi?" he asked.

"Woh, woh idher se lagi hogi," she pointed towards the cart. "Jab aapne..." she trailed off.

Aahil's eyes widened in realization as he remembered how he had let go of her in a rage before storming off. He hadn't known that he'd done it with such force that she had fallen into the cart.

Without thinking about asking her for permission, he began to undo her dori to see how deep her wound was.

Sanam gasped, "Ye aap kya kar rahe hain?! she pulled away from him instantly.

"Sanam, ek minute, mujhe dekne do ke kitni gheri chott hai," he turned her around just as quick.

Sanam wasn't able to break out of his grip and made a mental note to herself that she'd draw the line if this gesture progressed into something else.

Aahil slowly undid her dori and gently pushed down the sleeve of her kurta, just a little off the shoulder to examine the bruise. It was quite big, a couple inches wide. It didn't look as big before.

"Sss," Sanam hissed in pain as Aahil gingerly traced the purple bruise with the tip of his finger. She closed her eyes at his touch.

"Dard ho raha hai?" he asked in a whisper.

"Hmm," Sanam nodded as she began to breathe heavily due to his close presence.

Without a second thought, Aahil bent down and placed his lips on her bruise. He was so sorry for hurting her like this and he became so emotional, that he broke the invisible barrier he had placed between them an hour ago and threw it out the window.

Sanam shivered as his lips lingered there a few seconds too long.

Suddenly she moved away from him, grabbed her dupatta from his hand, and ran out the door.

"Sa..Sanam," he ran after her.

Sanam just ran, as fast as she could. Tears were running down her face, now getting lost in the raindrops.

"Sanam!" Aahil shouted after her. But of course she wasn't going to stop. She ran until she tripped over an overgrown tree root. Aahil caught her before she hit the ground. And yet again she fell into his arms, the one place she did not want to be right now.

"Sanam tumme lagi toh nahin?"

Sanam straightened up hastily and pushed him.

"Aap apne aap ko samaj te kya hain? Haan?"

"Sanam, I'm sorry, woh undar.." he trailed off.

"Woh undar? Woh undar kya tha haan? Apne soch kaise liya ke main aise larkhi hoon?" she thundered.

"Nahin, Sanam, aisa nahin hai."

"Toh kaisa hai Mr. Aahil Raza Ibrahim?"

"Sanam mujhe pata nahin tha ke tumhare meri waja se itni chott aiyi, aur phir..."he started.

"Aur phir apne apne haad par kar di?!! Main aapki mulazim zaroor hoon lekin aur larkhiyon ki taran apka kilona nahin hoon!"

"Mulazim? Sanam tum mere liya sirf ek mulazim ho? Ek kilona? Ye samaj thi ho tum?" he took a step forward with each word and soon she was backed up against a tree.

"Main mulazim se zyada aur kuch ho bhi nahin sakti hoon." she whispered.

"Kyun nahin?" he asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Kyun nahin ho saktin Sanam?" he grabbed her just above the elbows.

"Ya Allah! Kyun ki aapki maangni ho chuki hai!" she exclaimed.

And with a hurtful expression flitting through his eyes, he let her go.

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