Ravaged souls

Zahra & humza

*Just After Imran's nikah*

Zahra's POV

Oh my god! My brother is MARRIED wow....I mean I would be phuphu now and and I- 'zahra why you are so delusional, he just got married, for god sake stop being in your strawberry realm, there is a real world as well, try to live with reality sometimes I beg you' ughh I hate my alter-ego-zahra, she just keep scolding me"Bad Zahra" I scolded my alter-ego-zahra she won't even let me fantasize.

Well anyway wedding is over and Jannat bhabhi is already in Imran bhai's bedroom and here I am sweeping the floors in lehenga, Mom didn't even let me change the dress, UGHH  you know what I will marry a rich dude, atleast I won't have to sweep floors, I was busy sweeping floors untill imran bhai entered the kitchen with a loud thud "ZAHRA COME FAST" I dropped my broom and jumped on my feet "WHAT HAPPENED? WHO DIED?" Imran bhai stared at my face with a disappointment and said "why you always want to kill anyone? Anyway come outside we have surprise for you" he turned to leave and I followed him saying "yea because I'm a cannibal" he chuckled at my words swallowing up a maniac laughter as we entered the hall, I found Aiman, Nawab Sahab ,Humza and his parents sitting along with mom, dad, Abdul Rehman and phupa and phupo, I can say everyone is clueless and.....excited?

"Zahra beta, come sit here" my mom said to me sweetly, what the hell is going on? I sat beside my mom and started debating whether I should speak or not? My trance was broken by my dad's words "Zahra I will straight get to the point, Mr and Mrs Mirza asked for you hand in marriage for their son Humza" OH MY MY DID I HEARD RIGHT??? HUMZA AND ME???
'ZAHRA STOP FREAKING SMILING' my overexcited thoughts were intruppted by Humza "Um dad can I talk to her privately?" Mr Mirza looked towards my father as he searched for my father's consent on which he nodded and motioned me and humza towards the lawn "Walid you also go with them" said by Mrs Mirza, WHY HIM? I can't even say no to her ughhh 'dont spoil your mood just calm down he won't eat you both, remember you're a cannibal, not him'

We headed towards the lawn with Walid behind us, his face was expressionless as always but this time it feels like he is forcing himself not express... werid but who cares?

Humza was standing parallel to me while Walid was perpendicular to me and humza, he was maintaining nice distance to ensure privacy, "Zahra see I don't know you that much but I can say we both are good friends but life partners?....I never thought of you in that way but since I really can't pull a girl for myself, I always knew my marriage would be arranged anyway, so I thought instead of marring a random girl why not you? I mean you are okay for me" with that he left me in lawn as I turned into human tomato, I moved my jelly legs to head back to living room untill someone grabbed my arm and I collided on his chest, I realised it was Walid
"Za-Zahra are you sure you want to marry him? I-is someone forcing you?" You are marring him with y-your own free will right? If there is something you can tell me" What the hell is wrong with him? Is he bipolar? Or scitzophenic? And why he stuttering?

"Yes I'm marring him with my free will and thanks for asking but I'm fine and please leave my hand" he left my hand as soon as I said those words and we both entered the living room just to see everyone bickering but what grabbed my attention was Abdul's bleeding hand and broken mirror? What the actual shit is this? "U-Uncle y-you p-promised m-me" abdul said to my father who was already bickering with Abdul"s father "yes beta but you smoke alot and whole family knows about your smoking habits and rumours were that you're an alcoholic too, how can I marry my daughter to an addict?" What? My dad promised abdul about me? Thank god he realised that I won't marry this smoke chimney.

"Zahra go to your room" humza said to me in high pitched voice and I ran towards my room closing my door smiling like idiot...'zahra darling don't you think this is too good to be true? Like your crush asking for your hand in marriage?? Seriously?? Since when our fate has been this good?? We always faced opposite of what we dream...I doubt everything' ughh my negative thinking is just ruining the moment, I mean everything can be good for atleast once right? With all these thoughts I drifted into deep sleep dreaming about my own marriage with my prince charming....

Walid's Pov

*Still in living room*

Humza yelled at Zahra and she ran towards her room, and I swear I forgot everything and all I wanted to do was to slice the throat of humza for yelling at her, I was about to shout at humza but he grabbed Abdul Rehman's collar and started beating him I distanced them and pulled Abdul Rehman out of the living room to the nearest room I see, we ended up in kitchen with his hand still bleeding and tears falling from him face ,he was about to push me but my one cold stare made him sit back on dining table's chair.

I pulled a chair for myself and settled infront of him , taking his bleeding hand I started judging the wound, it was not that deep and their were still a piece of mirror stuck in his palm I gently tried to remove it receiving a painful groan from him, tying it with my handkerchief to stop the blood I looked at him and said "I'm not here to lecture you I would just say one thing If you really love her than let her go, let her stay happy with whomsoever she is happy with.... It's painful but essential" I try to advice him 'see who is saying, the one who is trying to hold the river from flowing through his eyes' my gaze averted and I looked towards Abdul Rehman who was trying to hold himself with tears flowing through his eyes, another soul killed by love....I knew he need to be with himself so I left the spot and texted Humza to take Aiman home as it was nearly one hour past midnight I left Imran's house bidding my goodbyes to his parents and him, they all were tensed but happy for their daughter.

It's been nearly two hours I'm roaming around the street like a lost wanderer, and suddenly my car stops, On checking I discovered the petrol was over, I settled on the nearest bench staring at sky in search of moon and guess what, the sky was empty just me, no shining stars just emptiness.

A distinct voice of azaan came from somewhere, it means I've been roaming around whole night,  I sat there listening to azaan, I could feel something in my heart something broken, this was exact same feeling I felt 2 years ago, I looked towards empty sky again and started complaining to the one who controls the world "You knew it right? You are the creator of universe still you do this to me? I knew you never loved me not even when I was pious, you never care about me ,it's all false people saying you love all human beings, despite of knowing my love for her why you did this WHY? WHY? WHY?" I hold myself as my chest was burning and breaking at same time, slowly the beautiful shining star was rising from middle of two valleys, wait what valleys? In Mumbai? Since when? Where am I?

I looked around and try to observe the environment, I looked towards the board which was directing towards two different roads one arrow directs to right saying Matheran and one directs to left Lonavala, I checked my phone with 13 missed calls of Aiman, 5 from humza and 2 from Imran, to my fortune the network and charge was still there, I saw a small shop of chocolates and snacks, I purchased a water bottle and cleaned my crying face before calling Martin, calling humza was a risk as he would definitely not believe on my cooked up stories.

it's been half and hour Since I'm calling this old man martin, but his old ass didn't recieved a single call and my phone's battery is about to die, What a great life I live....
I took a normal rickshaw from there and I literally asked that rickshaw driver to close the window, I swear I never felt this embarassing in my whole life and that driver laughed throughout the way, and after 2 hours of bhojpuri and Tony kakkar's songs torture I finally reached, I was thinking instead of beating and torturing my prey I should just leave them in a room with loudspeakers playing all these songs, they would definitely speak up, with all the courage I have, I opened the door with my spare keys, the lights were still illuminating I knew she was waiting, I smiled, no matter how hard life gets she is always there for me ,she was sleeping on dining chair with her head and arms resting on table, I further saw two plates filled with food, "Aiman?" She instantly woke up "Bhai?" Just one word and she hugged me as if her life depends on me,"it's okay it will be fine bhai" she consoled me tapping on my shoulders.......

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I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break

                                      -marya honbacher

Guys I swear if I see anyone in comments shipping Abdul and Walid 😂😂😂