Mujhe Pyaar Hua Tha

Ch. 20: Mirror

🎶"Tere gham mein, o Jaani, apni yeh halaat hoti hai. Mere chaand bhi cheekhein maare, chaandni roti hai. Mere ghar ke darwaaze pe aake sau baari, meri maut mujhse baatein karke lauti hai. Main dardaan di mehfil layi, mehmaan aayi tanhai. Maine dil ko zeher khilaaye tere dekh ke godh-bharai. Kisi se ab kya kehna? Tujhe yaad na meri aayi."

(In your sadness, Jaani, my condition becomes as such. My moon screams with agony, the moonlight cries. Coming to my door 100 times, death talks to me and returns back. I've brought together a gathering of pain, the guest who attended is loneliness. I have fed my heart poison after seeing your baby shower. What is there to say to anyone? You didn't remember me) 🎶

Tujhe Yaad Na Meri Ayee-2 | Jaani & Sameer Anjaan | B Praak

Fawad's P.O.V.

I pulled out the sticky note Mr. Cooper had given me from my pocket and held it up to the light coming from the street post. After punching in the code into the security system, the gate to the house opened.

My, Sana's, and Musa's house.

I took a shaky breath before taking my first step onto the driveway, my heart thumping against my chest loudly.

Sana's voice and Musa's giggles flooded my ears as I stared ahead at the two-story house with grey stone exterior.

I did it, Sana. I got it back. For you. For Musa. For us.

As I trekked further up the driveway, my gaze shifted to the lawn on the left.

"The petunia's look so pretty. We did a good job, janaan. We should plant some poppies next. What do y- why are you taking so long?! Those are enough snacks. Aa jao na! Hahaha! Look at Musa! He's about to crawl away!" the day we had a picnic on the lawn played before my eyes.

The grass was evenly cut, and the flowers once so carefully tended to by Sana were gone. The previous tenants covered it with shrubs.

I walked towards the tall basketball hoop towards the right of the driveway.

I had gotten the basketball hoop installed after we had Musa. I dreamt of playing with him once he got older.

I crouched behind the tall hoop's post, my fingers brushing over the ridges in the cement behind its base. An emotional smile tugged on my lips, tears filling my eyes. It was still there. Musa's tiny footprints with an engraving of that day's date underneath them.

I stood up and slowly approached the main doors, taking in each and every detail along the way. After I stepped onto the porch, I reached into my pocket for the keys and held it up to my face.

My fingers curled around the small, jagged bronze object as I closed my eyes.

The day we first moved into this house, I never knew a day would come where I would have to buy it again. I never knew that on that day, you wouldn't be by my side, Sana.

Alizey's P.O.V.

It was nearing 5:39 AM when I finally pulled out my silent phone from my pocket.

I was up at our secret spot in the hills.

After Fawad let go of me, he pulled himself together and we had both gotten up once he decided it was time for us to go back home. I simply followed him to the parking lot and got into my car, my legs automatically bringing me here instead. I had a feeling he hadn't gone home either.

When Fawad and I were embracing each other at the cemetery, my brain had grown numb. I didn't know what to say. I found myself repeating 'I'm sorry' over and over again. There was no other words I could think of to help soothe his unimaginable pain, to offer my condolences. Nor did I know of any antidote for the suffocating, burning despair and pain in my heart.