A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Twenty Seven

Kamran's POV:

She hadn't called me since that day. I picked up the dumbbells to start my workout regime while my mind drifted back to that day. She better not have called anyone else after me. I was a patient man but I wasn't going to tolerate this. She wasn't mine right now but there was no way I was going to let a third person come between us.

All of me belonged to hers. All of hers should be mine. That was the promise we made implicitly back then. I wonder why she doesn't remember me at all. I remember everything about her. The way her eyes shined when she was happy, the colour of her hair under the sun, the warm feeling of her hand in mine and the little dimple she got when she laughed. Everything about her was engraved inside of my mind.

What caused her to be this way? To be so afraid of me? How did she lose her memories? What happened? Why did they change her name? Most of all, did she look for me like I looked for her? Did she miss me all these years? I needed answers. I shouldn't have left her alone that day. Even for a minute.

The fear and paranoia of losing her again was slowly eating me up from the inside. I have already lost one important person in my life. There is no way I am going to lose Zoya. She is the only thing keeping me going right now, keeping me sane. The sound of a door slamming brought me back to the present world.

"Kamran! Ibraheem! Kidher ho tum log? Menay kuch batana hai! (Where are you guys? I want to announce something.)" Fahad's loud voice boomed in the farmhouse and I sighed as I placed the weights down. What did this idiot do now? I pulled on my tank top and grabbed the bottle of water before making my way to the lounge. Ibraheem was probably asleep. He had been up all night working on a construction project.

With the wedding getting closer every single day, he was really exhausting himself out so he could have free uninterrupted days later. Well, not like Fahad and I could stop him. Maybe Bhabhi should talk to him about this. He would listen to her. Maybe she could tell me about Zoya's past too. She has been her best friend the longest after all. But I don't think she will budge from her stance. I can't torture her either since she is Ibraheem's wife. Perhaps, I can ask Rubab but she doesn't look like she would want to speak either. This is so frustrating.

I noticed Fahad holding a box of sweets as he looked around the room until his eyes met mine. He was grinning way too much today. I mean he usually smiles the most too among us but something was different today. Iski khushi ki inteha hi nahi thi. (There was no ends to his happiness today). Did he finally murder Zohaib or something? He has been acting weird lately, really suspicious. Disappearing at random times and avoiding eye-contact with me and Ibraheem. Sab choro, yeh farishta kyun bhana howa hai? Iske kapron ko kya hai aj? (All things aside, why does he look like an angel today? What is up with his getup?)

I put the water bottle down on the coffee table as I sat down on the couch and gave him a narrowed eye look. Ibraheem stepped out of his bedroom with bed hair and a shit mood. He cracked his neck from side to side before glaring up at a grinning Fahad and then sitting on the single sofa beside mine. Fahad only smiled wider at us.

"Well, there better be a good reason for waking me up. Why the hell are you smiling like that?" Ibraheem snarled as he rubbed his eyes. Ibraheem was always in the worst mood right after waking up. Fahad didn't reply until he placed the box of sweets infront of us on the coffee table and looked at us with a sickly sweet smile. This was creeping me the fuck out now. What did he do now?

"Waise tou tu normal bhi bohat khush hota hai lekin aj tou inteha hi hogayi hai. Kya scene hai Fahaday? (You are usually happy but today you seem to be reaching new heights of happiness. What's the deal, Fahaday?)" Ibraheem narrowed his eyes as he yawned loudly. "And why are you dressed like a saint? The white colour is blinding my eyes."