Hey my beautiful readers. Hope you all are well and that life isn't being as mean to you all as it is to me these days.
First, I want to apologize for not have got back to any of you personally. Life has been very busy and I could just about take time out to type a few lines everyday and read through all your lovely comments. Hope you all will understand and I promise that as far as it is in my hands, I will not let this happen again.
Please feel free to read the next part. Avie, this one is for you sweetheart as I know you are busy with your uni and still are trying your beat to take time out for me and my story. Love you loads dear.
Chapter 4
As the new sun came up the horizon, Dilshaad opened the doors for her son. She had been eagerly waiting for his return. No matter how old he became, she still worried for him like he was a small child. Asad had just stepped inside when she bombarded him with questions. "How was your trip? Did you get good accommodation? Was the food good there? Am sure wasn't as nutritious as home food. How was the seminar? How many colleges were there? Who won the trophy? Arre! Bolo naa."
"Mein kaise boloon? Are you giving me any opportunity? AND Walekum Assalam!" He smiled at his Ammi who shot her head back and laughed. He hugged her tight and said "I missed you Ammi. The trip was excellent but I missed you and Abbu so much. And yes you were right when you said that the food wasn't good. Am starving Ammi please give me food". He said with such cuteness that Dilshaad smiled wide at her son's expression. She pushed him towards his room and said "OK. You freshen up and come, till then I will quickly get breakfast ready for you. Am sure you ate nothing yesterday in anticipation of today". She gave him a knowing smile. Asad's expression changed completely and Dilshaad noticed a far away look in his eyes when he spoke next "Yes Ammi. I didn't eat anything yesterday. All I wanted was for the day to get over so I could come back".
The sadness in his eyes and his voice told her that something was terribly wrong, something drastic had happened there, something that had caused her only son a lot of pain. She touched his shoulder to bring him back from wherever his mind had taken him. Looking at the worried expression on his Ammi's face, Asad smiled at her and then shook his head from said to side trying to tell her all was OK. But she knew better, she knew something big had happened but she knew this too that Asad would open up to her. If not immediately then later. She knew he would, like always, tell her what was going on in his head and what was bothering him inside.
As Asad turned around he saw his Abbu standing a few steps away. Rashid had been seeing the adorable interaction between his wife and son. As soon as he saw Asad turn he pouted and sighed heavily " I think am not required here". He said in a sad tone. Asad immediately ran toward his Abbu and hugged him tight "I missed you too Abbu. I missed you too." He heard Rashid laugh out loud and then in a friendly manner Rashid pat his back and told him to go to his room to freshen up. "But don't take too long. Your Ammi will not let me touch anything she puts on the table unless you come for breakfast. So hurry up if you don't want to see your Abbu starving". In no time all three were sitting around the table and enjoyed not just the food but the time that they were spending and the house echoed with their laughter. But being his parents, they could read his sad eyes and could feel that Asad was making an effort to look normal.
" How was the seminar Asad? " Rashid asked him. As Asad heard his Abbu's question, he found himself feeling lost and helpless. The look that had crossed his eyes didn't go unnoticed by Dilshaad and immediately her motherly instincts confirmed that something major had happened in Dehradoon. Rashid looked at Dilshaad with concern and raised his eyebrows asking if she knew what was going on. She shrugged her shoulders telling him she knew nothing. Rashid had to ask again to get Asad back from wherever his mind and heart had taken him. He looked at his parents nervously and then said "It was good Abbu. Though we didn't get the trophy, but we learnt a lot from the other colleges and the other teams.".
Catching onto the sadness in his voice Rashid tried probing further for information. " Umm. So who took the trophy home?" "Zoya". Even before he could process, her name slipped off his lips as a mere whisper. He immediately shuffled in his seat feeling awkward and then said " The them from Bhopal. They won the trophy ". Asad answered all of his Abbu's questions as attentively as he could. He felt extremely distracted and found his heart wandering into her thoughts. As the meal got over, Asad felt relieved that he could now retire to his room and try and get a hold on himself. He knew now that she was gone and all he could do was go after her. But he needed to confide in his parents before he did anything.
Rashid and Dilshaad had too gone to their room to discuss what they had seen, the change in Asad's behavior and how he seemed to zone out completely. " I am telling you Dilshaad, this boy has lost his heart. He's fallen in love" Rashid said excitedly. In all of his 22 years, Asad had never been involved with any girl. Never had they heard him talk about any girl nor had he ever shown any interest in any of his female friends. He had always maintained a casual relationship with all his friends.
Dilshaad smiled seeing how excited he looked for his son. "Rashid, your getting excited as if you have fallen in love". " You won't understand Dilshaad, what it feels like when your son experiences the same things as you had once". "As if only you had experienced those feelings and I didn't". Rashid looked at her and didn't know what to do to control the excitement that he felt. Dilshaad could easily see the shine in his eyes giving away his inner most feelings. "Dilshaad go and talk to him. I want to know what he's feeling, who the girl is and most importantly, has he confessed?"
Dilshaad placed her hand on his chest in a gesture to calm him down. Though she was excited too she was concerned about Rashid's health also. After the last unfortunate incidence he was advised not to get over excited. Dilshaad patted his arm lightly and the look Rashid saw in her eyes told him to relax. He raised his hands in a defensive mode and said "OK. OK. Am relaxing. But you go and talk to him. Ask him for details and quickly come and tell me". With amusement in her eyes Dilshaad said "Rashid! Behave yourself. You are now acting like a teenage girl. Getting excited about a probable love story brewing and that too your son's love story. Now you please relax and I will go and talk to him".
Asad opened the windows of his room to let in some cool breeze in. He walked up to his book shelf and picking a book walked back to the window settling in his comfy little corner that he always sat in with his books. Barely had he opened the book when he heard music being played. He closed his eyes in frustration as music was the last thing he wanted right now. He got up to close the window when the lyrics of the song froze him in his tracks.
hooo..hooo..
ye ratte.. ab nahi dhadakti..
din bhi saans nahi lete..
ab to aa jaoo mere soniya..
batein reh gayi adhori..
mere laboon peh zarori..
ake sun jao mere soniya..
Tere Bin Nahi Laage jiya..
tere bin ab to aja piya..
Tere Bin Nahi Laage jiya..
pehle jaise mausom bhi ate nahi ha..
barishon me pehle jaise batain nahi ha..
pehle jaise mausom bhiate nahi ha..
barishon me pehle jaise batein nahi ha..
sookhe sookhe alfaaz..
khali kahli mere haton ki
laqeereh.. bulave soniya..
Tere Bin Nahi Laage jiya..
tere bin ab to aja piya..
Tere Bin Nahi Laage jiya..
Tere bin.. Tere Bin..
Chaand bhi vahin hai
Vahin hain sitaare...
There baad pheeke pheeke lagte hain saare
Aaja leke tu savere
Karja dur ye andhere
Teri duri tarpave soniya
Tere Bin Nahi Laage jiya..
tere bin ab to aja piya..
Tere Bin Nahi Laage jiya..
Tere bin.. Tere Bin.. Tere Bin..
As the song ended Asad closed his eyes and the tears that had formed in his eyes rolled out. He couldn't believe that a mere interaction of five days could do this to him. He stood there with his eyes closed remembering the time he had spent with her. He opened his eyes and wiped the tears from his face. He knew he couldn't just sit around and cry like a baby, he had to go after her. He decided to talk to his parents later. He had just turned around when he saw his mother standing at his door. There was a worried look on her face.
"Ammi, kya hua? Why are you looking so worried? Is everything alright?" Dilshaad walked up to him with the same look and caressed his face. "That is a question I should be asking you. Kya hua? Where were you lost? I knocked several times but you didn't answer and when I opened the door you were standing here and then I saw you wiped your eyes. Are you crying beta? What is it?"
Asad held his Ammi's hand and led her to his bed. As Dilshaad sat on the bed Asad slid to the floor and placed his head in her lap. After taking in a deep breath he said "I don't know Ammi". " There definitely is something different about you Asad. Both your father and I have noticed a change in you. Kya hua mera beta. Won't you tell your Ammi ". Dilshaad said running a hand through his hair. As Asad heard the soothing words it became difficult for him to control his emotions and he wrapped his arms around Dilshaad's waist and he let his tears flow. As Dilshaad saw his body shake and heard his sniffing she got more worried and panicked.
" Asad. Asad. You are scaring me beta. Please tell me what is the matter. Kya hua at the seminar that has left you so distraught and helpless? "
"Ammi. Ammi. I fell in love". Asad whispered. He then looked up "I found my other half, someone with whom I want to spend the rest of my life. She is so beautiful, so intelligent, so sensitive. She was what I had wanted in my partner. But, but she left..." "Left? Left Matlab?" "Ammi, I had wanted to tell her what I felt, but before I could, she left for her home. Some emergency... We both had agreed to spend the last day together, but the night before, she left for her home". "Oh Asad.." She said wiping his tears. Dilshaad knew what he must be going through. This was the first time any girl had affected her son. She knew he got more than enough attention from the girls around him but he never felt anything for any of them. If Asad was saying he loved this girl then it would be for keeps, not any passing affair and definitely not just infatuation. She knew her son well and knew he would never think of girls in such derogatory manner.
She cupped his face and with an encouraging smile asked him "You said she had agreed to spend the last day with you. Does that mean she too felt the same for you Asad?" He nodded his head in agreement which brought a smile to her lips. "Did she say it to you?" Asad's smile faded and he shook his head in the negative. "No Ammi. She hadn't said anything either. Buy I could see it in her eyes Ammi. I know she felt the same, why otherwise would she have agreed to spend her last day with me? Why would she have looked happy that I asked her out?" Dilshaad got up and smiled wide at him and said "Then why the tears my boy. Come on get up. Get ready to go and confess."
Asad looked at his Ammi as if she had suddenly grown horns. "What do you mean Ammi?" "What I mean is you know her name, you know which city she came from and you know her college. So pack your bags and go tell her what you couldn't on the last day". Asad jumped up in happiness and then hugged Dilshaad tightly thanking her for the idea. " Thank you Ammi, thank you. For being the best Ammi in the world, for always being there for me and for this brilliant idea ".
Dilshaad kissed him on the forehead and left for her room. She knew Rashid would be impatiently waiting for her. As she entered her room Rashid sat up straight " Kya hua? Did he say anything? Did he tell you who she is, where she is from? Had he confessed? " "You were right. Our son is in love. But he couldn't tell her". Dilshaad filled him in with the details that Asad had shared with her. Rashid looked a little worried but Dilshaad reassured him that all would be OK.
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