Mohabbatein - A Farmeed Fanfic

Chapter 2

Farjaad got back to his hotel room and slumped down onto the couch. He was still trying to wrap his head around meeting Umeed after these long months and around how close they had been, how close their lips had been. For a second, he had felt like nothing had changed. And then she had walked out, shattering the illusion. 

He picks up his phone and calls Miss Mehak. She answers on the first ring, "Hello sir?" "Jee, Miss Mehak, push all my meetings for the rest of this month over to zoom." Mehak wondered, ab sir ko kya hogaya hai..."Okay, par kyu? Aap toh 2-3 din mei wapas aane waale the?" Farjaad rubbed his forehead, "Miss Mehak, aapse jitna kaha jaraha hai utna hi karein. I will not be back for another month. Yahan mujhe zaruri kaam hai investments ko lekar." With that, he hung up, leaving a disgruntled Mehak pouting on the other side.

Her boss had become increasingly robotic since Umeed had left. If she despised having Umeed around her boss, she despised not having her around him even more.

Farjaad quickly changed into a black tee and some comfortable sweats. He already knew he had to invest in a new location for Umeed's cafe but he also had something else up his sleeve. He wanted to try and spend as much time as he could with her, he wanted to resolve the issue between them and he needed closure. If the past year taught him anything, it was that with the way things had ended, he had no chance of moving on. There was not a day that he didn't think about Umeed. He also wanted time to gauge Umeed's feelings and understand what even happened in the time they weren't in touch, he wanted to know if she still felt the same way for him. He knew she was still attracted to him, he could see it in the fleeting moments they shared that day. He quickly put together his evening cup of coffee and sat down with the steaming mug in his hands, he craved her warmth. He started working away on his proposal for the meeting tomorrow.

In another part of the city, Umeed unlocked the door to her tiny studio apartment. She walked in and immediately locked the door behind her. She had learnt to be more careful, the circumstances forced her to.

She sighed as she stood in the doorway, looking at the place she called home now. Her living room was small with an open concept kitchen attached to it. She had decorated it to make it feel as cozy as possible, she had hung fairy lights everywhere with little knick knacks on her bookshelf. She had also put up a painting of a sunflower field from Sameer that she had packed when she was leaving. It was one of the few traces that betrayed her longing for her family in this new home. She thought of Haya and wondered if she should tell her about her day and everything that happened, she started dialling her number and then hung up.

Nai, Umeed, tumne khud Haya ko itni baar Farjaad ke baare mei koi baat karne se bilkul mana kara hua hai ab ye sab kaise use samjhaogi, she decided against telling her. When Umeed had left, she had given strict instructions to Sameer and Haya to never inform Farjaad of her whereabouts, to never talk about her to him, and to never talk about him to her again. Multiple times, Haya had things to say but Umeed always stopped her. Somewhere, she was curious as well about what Haya wanted to tell her, but Umeed was terrified of what she would have heard. It was already hard enough to leave your family and to leave with a broken heart, she didn't think she could tolerate any more pain. She had also told Haya and Sameer to not inform anyone in her house about her shift to Lahore, she had told them to say she was still in Karachi. Still deep in thought, Umeed jumped as her phone rang. Haya was calling her back.

"Hi, Umeed. Tumne call kari thi?"

"Haan, Haya woh bass aisehi yaad arahi thi tumhari"

"Umeed...maine kitni baar bola hai ghar ajao na bass zidd chorh do apni, ham sab tumhe bahot miss karte hain"

Umeed felt the tears prick her eyes but she didn't dare to let them fall, scared of how easy it would be to convince her to leave everything and come home. She fidgeted with her fingers and maintaining a tough exterior, she said, "Acha woh sab chorho, what have you been up to?" and the girls continued to chat about nothing and everything, with Umeed refusing to mention Farjaad or the happenings of her day even once.