(Read at your own risk !! CRINGE ALERT🚨 ⚠️)
Zaviyaan spotted Rooh near the entrance gate, She had a few bruises on her face. He didn't get time to notice her anymore when his legs dashed towards her on their own.
Rooh was engulfed by Zaviyaan in a...
(n.) Homesickness for a home you can never return to.
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"Zaviyaan.." Dado called to him as he walked from the hall towards his room. He turned around, his expression filled with confusion. Upon noticing his mother and chachu present as well, he approached them and inquired,
"Is everything alright?"
"We need to have a conversation with you, Zaviyaan. Please join us." Chachu spoke up, decided to address the matter.
"Of course." He took a seat across from them, appearing utterly perplexed by their behavior.
"Zaviyaan, we have come to a decision regarding your marriage. It is time for us to move forward with this matter," Zaviyaan was left stunned.
"What do you mean?"
"There's nothing to misunderstand, Zaviyaan. You are reaching a certain age and it is necessary for you to settle down now. Anabiya has started her own family, even Ali is going to become a father soon. Don't you want to experience fatherhood, have a wife who will care for you?" Dado's agitation was evident. She couldn't bear to see him ruin his life any longer. She had witnessed him losing himself for her, but everything has its limits.
"I understand, Dado. However, I am not ready yet." He tried to assuage her worries.
"When will you be prepared then? Time is passing, and it would be wise to consider marriage and allow yourself ample time to adapt." Chachu displayed his disapproval.
"I require some time to contemplate. Currently, I am not in the proper state of mind," Zaviyaan firmly asserted, detaching himself from their presence and retreating to his room.
Gazing at the vase positioned on his nightstand, a sense of longing consumed him, evoking memories of the days when his child was nestled in his embrace. The way she nurtured him and made him feel cherished, he was unprepared to let go. He would never be prepared.
His contemplation was interrupted by a gentle knock on his door. His mother entered and settled beside him on the bed. Resting his head on her lap, she tenderly ran her fingers through his hair, providing him with solace.
Among the greatest gifts given to him by Rooh was his mother.
He had never even in wildest dreams thought that he'd be this this close to his mom again but somethings are just unpredictable.
"Abhi bhi yaad karte ho na usey?"
"Yaad karne ko toh bhoolna padega mom, wo kabhi khayal se gayi hi nahi."
Pain resonated in the voice of Zaviyaan, causing immense anguish within her. Her son was enduring suffering, and she found herself powerless to provide him assistance. The prospect of reuniting him with the love of his life seemed impossible. She was fully aware that her son would never grant another person a chance. Rooh was the sole person who occupied his heart. Tenderly stroking his hair, she made one final attempt.
