Part-3
I wish she says something. Perhaps I was expecting a reaction --or may be even a Yes --?
from whom ? Sanam ?!
Sanam ? Did not I place the marriage proposal to Nida...?and -- and I was expecting a reply from Sanam ?" Conflicted thoughts raked his mind. "What's happening to me ? Am i even sane ?"
"No you are losing it Aahil! "
"You are losing yourself to emotions you have been made not to feel ! Feelings-emotions were nt for you--but --" Aahil gazes up at the mirror, trying to probe inside his own heart.
And Aahil found his eyes fleeting right on Sanam walking towards the car. He abruptly shifts his gaze. his breath slightly fast. Aahil pulls the gear as soon as Sanam sits inside.
With daze and confusion wrecking havock Aahil tries to calm his mind and concentrate his eyes on the road.
Sanam.
"Why does this one name always channel unusual feelings in him? And why isnt he able to suppress it ?! "
Aahil's eyes reflect dilemma. He feels drowning in a kind of tamult he had not faced ever before in his life. And the way out of this was unknown to him.
Perhaps he was hoping for a responce of some kind? Perhaps a word...a glance or anything that would say that she cares for him.
Care ?who ? Sanam? For him ? For Aahil? Why ?
When she prefers Rehan then why would she care for you at all ? Isn't he being naive ? Childish ?" a voice echoes inside his head. Variant emotions trouble his realm of sanity. And anger courses in him like burning coal,flaring through his eyes. Aahil clenches the steering wheel as hard as he could. His knuckles began to hurt.
beside him Sanam stifles. She remains rigid holding onto her seat, too uneasy to even look at him. The silence appears more deadly and threatening.
"Wish Rehan was here !" she thought half-heartedly unable to hide the disappointment that flares through her distraught eyes. Her lips tremble once or twice but she could utter nt a word to him. Her throat felt dry but she couldnt pull even a fraction of courage to ask for water.
Silence prevail as they reach the shop, without a single exchange of word.
Colours were chosen and bags full of Sarees were stacked at the rear of the Car.All through the time Aahil stood far behind. He never lend her a helping hand. Sanam did the shopping all alone. Not that She was looking for his help anyway. still his cold approach toward her hurt her badly. Sanam wondered why his silence was effecting her so much !
He gives her cold stares. And she doesnt like it. Not in the least.
"Maybe his words are far better than his silent glare? " really? Arent his every word humiliating?" Sanam talks to her other self. She breaths heavily. Her eyes fill with confusion and anger. "Looks like he will turn her just like him! --into a total complicated case!" Sanam grunts. She vows not to think on this matter. But how could that keep things straight when matters are far more twisted than Sanam could ever imagine ?
She sneezed.
The car was speeding fast.
strong wind was blowing ushering more thunderstorm and rain.
The windows were up. Yet Sanam shivers a little . She realizes her whole body was turning hot. Unusually hot.
Her head felt heavy and with time it was getting worse.
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Scene Change-
Nida presently standing inside a dark room looks at the MMS on her phone. Anger , hatred spurs in her chesnut eyes. She slums on the bed and blinks back the tears that is about to burst and her face reappears with a grim determination. "She has to do it. Yes-she has to --!"
The white mercedese comes to a sudden standstill. A long line of cars appear to be standing in a row.
A No Entry sign board stood at the side of the road. They learn due to some accident the road ahead is closed.
And It didnot look it would open anytime soon.
Aahil steps down. Closing the door he goes to the other side of the road. Rain pours in heavy showers. Looking at a wet Aahil under the shade Sanam wonders "perhaps he wants some air... Or Perhaps her presence was too annoying for him?" a sad look covers her face. She leans back her head and closes her eyes. A throbbing pain begins to pound her head and she thinks to rest for a while. Aahil was not in the car so she can lay until he returns. Perhaps the pain would go by then...
How much time had passed Sanam had no clue. She opens her eyes feeling someone's hand over her head. And for a fraction of second Sanam seems clearly astonished . Aahil was looking down at her. His piercing eyes soft and warm. The tall fingers brushing against her skin gave her a weird feeling. She felt a jolt.
Sanam experienced an unknown feeling she had never had before in his presence. It was weird. But it felt just right.
"Relax. I was just checking the temperature." Aahil said. His face and voice trying to maintain calm but Sanam felt it to be slightly nervous.
"I own you!" the words echo in her head. Sanam blinks her eyes and turns her face away.
"here. Have this." she follows the steaming tea cup held in front of her to the hand holding it, up to the deep eyes. Then she looked back at his hand. Words seem to have lost their way. "I dnt have the whole day with me Miss Sanam! You better take it!." Sanam notices the quick change in his tone. the voice that moment before was warm now sounded hard and cold. " I think this will make you feel better." Aahil said after a brief pause. His eyes didnot waver at all from her face. Sanam felt uncomfortable. She takes the cup from his hand and looks down. She can feel his gaze still on her. After a while he moves away.
Sanam feels better after drinking the tea. She could smell the mint flavour still present in the cup. She feels warm. It is then that her eyes turn to her own hands and she notices the coat over her. Her eye brow shots up as she realizes what she is wearing and to whom it belongs. Shocked Sanam looks up.
Rain had stopped. The sky was cloudy but stars here and there sparkled like small diamonds though their beauty far enticing and lovely.
Aahil was leaning against the car. His face looking at the sky above.
He immediately turn his eyes at the sound of her breath next to him.
Sanam stare at his eyes unable to look away. "He has such beautiful eyes! So deep. So warm. Just like a summer night ! How come she didnot notice before ?" Sanam feels an odd sort of warmth wash over her. She blinks and turns her eyes away. Before she could speak she hears him say "get inside. Nearby is one of our estate--we will go there." No word. No explanation. He cares to say nothing in reply to her surprising expression.
Sanam follows him and sits inside the car. Aahil holds a bottle in front her face. "You must be thirsty..." In spite of the animosity they share Sanam feels grateful. Taking the bottle from his hand she wants to ask him how did he knew but she fights the urge and decides instead not to speak.
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Sanam stands away from the door while Aahil pulls the door knob. The door opens noiselessly and he steps inside. Aahil turns around, stares at Sanam, but says nothing. Sanam hastily throws him a glance then she lowers her head. Aahil raises his eye. Sanam in reply hesitates. She tries to word a sentence but falters looking at his immensely probing gaze.
"We will get out the moment it stops to rain! Now will you please come inside ? " he gives her a stern look. Sanam silently follows him.
She enters the room and sits beside the window while Aahil goes to put fire in the fireplace.
Then he leaves the room and returns after a while with a blanket in his hand.
Sanam was lost watching the rain through the closed window when she felt the touch of a soft warm fabric and shot her eyes up. And instantly her gaze was arrested in an intense grip of two black eyes. Sanam stared. She could nt tear away her eyes from his face. The world around her melted into nothingness. She could see nothing except the eyes that bore into hers and ripped her soul open !
"Allah...What's happening to me... ?!"
----To be Continued----
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