A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Thirty Six

Zoya's POV:

Misha's Mehandi

Misha's wedding had already started and I had mixed emotions about staying back in Pakistan after that vivid dream I had about Kainat. I knew my memories were coming back at an unprecedented pace. It had to do with Kamran triggering different aspects of it. 

While, deep down, I had always wanted to know why I lost my memories in the first place, but this was taking a really bad toll on my mental and physical health. Years of suppressed memories were causing a reaction in my body. It felt like I was opening a forbidden gateway or something. My body was unfortunately not responding as well to the change as I had hoped.

I had thrown up five times since that dream and even the smallest image of that boy with jet black eyes made me feel nauseous. I knew he wasn't Sher. I could tell them apart and yet, he looked so much like Sher. Their features were so similar it was scary. All the trust and goodwill I had built with Kamran was crumbling away. What if they really are connected? What will I do if Kamran isn't really a friend but an enemy? I don't know what or who to trust anymore. My memories or him?  

I looked down at my phone. The emirates airline app stared back at me. I pondered over the icon for a second before I booked a flight four days from now to Malaysia. I will book the flight to Germany tomorrow as well. I don't think I can afford this mess in my life anymore. Kamran had been staring at me throughout the Mehandi but I didn't have the heart to make eye contact with him. There were so many unresolved questions. I didn't have the heart or the energy to find the answers. Even if I did, did I really want to know?  

I was grateful that Kamran wasn't trying to talk to me here. In our last conversation, he had told me he would protect me and also respect my privacy and space. I was genuinely impressed that he was holding true to his promise. He also didn't want to create a scene with his entire family right here. He knew I liked staying lowkey. 

I had noticed his parents a while ago. His father was talking to Ibraheem's father and a couple more men but his mother was just staring at her hands or blankly staring at other people. Her smile didn't really reach her eyes. She just looked pitiful and broken. She looked oddly familiar too. I am sure I had met her as a child but I didn't want her to recognize me either. I couldn't face her. Not now. Or ever. 

Her face starkly resembled the girl in my dream. They had similar chocolate brown wavy long hair. The face cut and eye shape. Everything was similar. It felt like I was looking at a more graceful, older and mature version of the girl from my dream. And that is why it terrified me even more. If I really witnessed what I think I did, did I really have the heart to tell Kamran and his family that? What? That I possibly witnessed the abuse and perhaps murder of his sister? It will break him apart. Especially, since I don't even remember everything all that clearly. I don't know how he will react.

"So you will really leave?" Rubab nudged me in the shoulder as she looked down at the app as well. "You don't look well at all, Zoya. Do you want me to get you checked at the hospital?"

"Yes, I have to leave if I want to stay alive. Even if things seem fine now. Are they really?" I looked at Rubab. She looked stunning. She had started glowing ever since her nikkah with Fahad. I knew she was worried about the whole Zohaib mess as well so I didn't want to burden her with my issues as well. In a way, I was relieved. Both of my best friends were happily married now, even if I did leave for the long run, I knew I was leaving them in capable hands. Ibraheem literally almost died protecting Misha and while Fahad is a clown, I can tell that he is serious about Rubab. They will eventually work out their misunderstandings as well. The two of them will be fine now. "No, you don't need to get me checked. I am just a little exhausted. That is all."