Ravaged souls

I let my love kill me

Walid's pov

The day was exhausting as I attended Imran's haldi directly after winding up an important meeting at this point all I wanted was to sleep peacefully or maybe I wanted to make fake scenarios of me and her, her grey storm eyes, her chubby cheeks, her wrists adorned with garlands and not to mention her beautiful white and yellow dupatta on her head, I see half naked womens everyday but never knew that someone can look this beautiful in such a modest dressing.

I sighed glancing at the living room knowing that this crazy aiman and my dumb head assistant will never grasp the meaning of perfection and cleanliness, everything was scattered on floor, Heavy lehengas, coats, shirts, hair gel, makeup and everything, Aiman creating mess is  understandable, not because she is my beloved sister but because she is a girl, mostly girls are messy but this guy, he is literally one of my best man.

In all these years never for even once he lost finding our prey, people used to call us destructive trio, No one has seen our faces but our titles were enough to shake any powerful person, Humza is the Huntsman, he possesses the potential to drag the prey from hell, if he is behind you there is no escape he will hunt you down from the core of earth, Imran was the tormentor, sometimes it was too hard to recognise the body after imran's torture, and I am phantom, my one command and everything will turn upside down, a giggly youngster with mind of a killer, a man with soft heart and animalistic persona and lastly me an Anonymous King. I shook my head and started picking up the mess since the servants were asleep, after hours of cleaning and swapping my house finally looked like house I was about to head to bed and as soon as my head touches the pillow my phone buzzed, Ugh this better be important

UGHHH AIMAN , this must be some ugly picture of me or humza, this girl is so annoying I swear I would make her husband sign up a contract of no return policy, I rolled my eyes and opened the text and sighed because it was not some lame meme or ugly picture, it was screenshot from some social app, to be honest social media sucks, As soon as I opened that screenshot, my grip on phone tighten and my sleepy and tired eyes started filling with rage.

There were some other texts by aiman, I punched some words and called her home back.

I closed my eyes trying to engulf sleep but all my mind could visualise was Zahra being humza's w-wife "NO STOP THIS CAN'T BE TRUE" I started screaming holding my head and covering my ears, I picked my phone and called Martin my manager "listen book me a therapy session right now, I don't care if you have to threat or kill someone find me a freaking therapist" not even giving a chance for him to reply I ended the call, I tried breathing and calming myself untill Martin texted me address of therapist.

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I was ringing the doorbell of that therapist door for the last 3 minutes why the hell no one is responding?
'because it's 11:30pm people sleep at this time not everyone is an owl like you' Well that's a valid reason though, before I could argue more with my mind a young lady wearing a night suit and specs opened the door, I lowered my gaze not because I'm a practicing muslim, I'm ofcourse not but because I'm NOT interested in her,"Mr Khan please come in" she said in her seductive voice making space for me to get in, the apartment looked decent but I'm least interested in all of these, she motioned me to sit on couch and she settled on bean bag opposite to couch with a notepad and pen in her hands "So Mr Khan I usually don't call patients at home but since your ma-" I cut her off "Listen Miss or Mrs or whatever you are I'm not interested in any bullshit I would appreciate if we you start with this session"  she was stunned by my words but Walid Ahmed Khan doesn't care about anyone.

"Okay my name is Faria Siddiqui I am your therapist so we will start with a basic introduction and then you can tell me about your problems and other things" she affirmed all these and I nodded my head "I'm Walid and my problem is my childhood love" I got straight on point, I don't like unnecessary blab, she chuckled and wrote something in her notepad
"Okay tell me about her" I closed my eyes visualising her face "she made all the girls unattractive to me, her face, her brown skin complexion, her smile,her giggles, her chubby cheeks and specially her storm grey eyes she is perfect in all ways" I said remembering her "okay so she is your girlfriend, wife or some side chick who is she?" I tightened my grip on the couch, I ignored all her words, my mind was stuck on that one word 'side chick' how dare she call My Zahra a side chick? "No she is not a side chick or anything she is my love" I roared in anger "yes Mr Khan I got that but what is her relationship with you? Like is she your crush? And who is she ? Neighbour, friend or co-worker or something else?" She affirmed that with confidence I wonder why my anger doesn't scare her.

"She is the daughter of my father's old business partner and friend, In childhood I used to think she was annoying, irritating and controlling just because she always forced me to act as her hubb- i mean husband while playing with the playhouse, but when she went to hostel, I use to feel empty, I missed her every second of my life, I realised I love her when I noticed myself talking on the barbie play phone pretending she is on other side like she is listening to me, just like how we use to do in childhood, one fortunate day she was infront of me as my intern but my fate is never on my side, she bumped into my assistant who is also my cousin and he was holding her in his arms, m-my heart still wrech remembering all these, she thinks I'm a cruel boss, I heard her saying s-she ha-hates me, well I'm only responsible for this I didn't knew that she is that girl so I behaved rude with her after knowing that she that same girl I'm waiting for years I decided to tell her about our childhood since she was so small and can't remember me, I was ready to do anything to reunite with her, bu-but that day I s-saw her with my cousin again, this time they were coming out of a cafe smiling and laughing" I took a deep breath, it hurts remembering about her and humza together "so they were on date or something?" She asked casually "no no no not a date the-they I-I don't know if i-it was a da-date" I was fumbling on words, huh! how strange love is right? It made an international debater speechless "after that I again saw her in my cousin's room, they were stuck with each other even tho it was an accident but still it's hurting, I feel like I don't deserve her, she doesn't even know that I'm this madly in love with her, and fact that her and my cousin being this close hurts me more but she deserves him, infact she deserves someone better than me, she is so pure and innocent for me ,angels deserves angels not devil, I feel like I'm not enough capable for her" I said with a sigh.

"Mr Khan can you tell me what you can do for her happiness?" Her words brought me back to the real world and without hesitating I answered her "Anything, even if it cost me my life, I would gladly die for her" my words were true and clear "Then Mr Khan I would suggest that let her go, time heals everything plus as you said she is pure and innocent for you, I should not say this but I live in same society and I'm not the only one who sees you on front pages of magazines with new girls every week, you have a famous personality of a Playboy, we all are aware of this, she is happy with your cousin and she doesn't even remember you" she said in a venomous tone and I listened all this with my head hung low knowing that her words are fact, expect that one word 'playboy' yes I might be seen with new ladies every day but I never slept with any of them, it's all those girls who keep throwing themselves on me and to stay in controversy I'm always seen with them, I choose not to prove my character to her and kept listening her "I would suggest that let her go for her happiness, I know it's not easy but it's not impossible either" I was trying my best to consider her words "bu-but that w-would kill m-me from i-inside" I said in a very low voice since my throat went dry and my whole body was breaking, there was a pain in my chest with thought of her with someone else "then let your love kill you"

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"Find what you love and let it kill you"
                                  -Charles Bukowski

A/N: Hey everyone I hope you all are doing well. So the new character is here, do comment your thoughts on her and on Walid's unconditional love ,Don't you'll think he is a overthinker like seriously he jumped to Humza and Zahra's wedding 😂💀