Mohabbatein - A Farmeed Fanfic

Chapter 18

Farjaad's fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as he parked his car below Pasha House. He remembered all the times he would park in the same spot, wait for Umeed to sneak out and come see him.

He recalled being parked in the very same spot the first time their fates crossed paths, ironically when she was running away from a suitor and had hopped into the back of his car. Fate had brought them to a similar place once again, only this time he hoped to sweep her away from said suitor that had seemed to have set Farjaad's insides ablaze.

He dialled Umeed's number quickly, unbuttoning the first couple of buttons on his white shirt trying to help him breathe better, feeling his throat close up slightly when he heard that the number was unreachable.

He had almost forgotten, he was still blocked.

Fiddling with his collar, in that moment, he was incredibly grateful to Mimi for slipping him information about Umeed's location otherwise he would have never even gotten to Pasha House in the first place.

Farjaad looked for Haya's contact, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as the phone rang.

"Haya?"

"Farjaad bhai, sab theek hai?" He heard Haya's strained voice on the other end.

He gulped, it was finally happening, "Haya, Umeed se milne aaya hoon. Please usey neeche bhej do."

Haya gasped, "Aap hamare ghar ke neeche hain?"

A loud thunder clap jolted Farjaad, the rain pouring down faster, "Haan, please usey neeche bhej do. Lekin baarish ho rahi hai bahot tez toh usey kuch sahi se orhaa—"

Haya cut him off, "Farjaad bhai, Umeed toh ghar pe nahi hai. Woh toh aapse milne nikal gayi thi thorhe time pehle."

Farjaad felt like his heart would beat out of his chest, "Kya? Usko phone lagao jaldi se. Kahaan hai woh? Mausam bahot kharab hai."

Haya had noticed Umeed's phone on the dressing table, in all her rush and haste to see him, she had left her phone at home.

"Woh phone toh yahin chorh gayi hai. Bahot jaldi mein nikli thi. Abhi raaste mein hi hogi shayad, aap apne ghar ki taraf barhein. Agar woh yahaan aayi main bata doongi," she whispered a silent prayer wishing Umeed was safe as she heard the thunder boom over their house.

Farjaad started the car and reversed back on to the main road, "Thanks, Haya. Please call me agar woh wapis aajaye."

He drove as fast as he could, his eyes peeled, the raindorops constantly hammering down against the windshield. He squinted his eyes every now and then hoping to see a white sedan and the object of all his desires within it but the visibility was absolutely terrible. 

He didn't stop looking.

He couldn't stop looking.

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Umeed drove her car in to the Khan house's driveway, there was no one to be seen. It made sense though, it was pretty late and not to mention, there was a raging thunderstorm outside but then she noticed that both of their cars were missing too.

She parked her own car, getting out into the pouring rain, the raindrops soaking her hair and white kurta instantly, it was so cold and she could barely see but she knew the layout of this house like the back of her hand. She walked to the front door, shivering, nervous but prepared.

It had to be now.

She rang the bell against her better judgement, rationalizing that perhaps they had sent the cars  to be serviced. No one answered the door. She called out for Farjaad, for Mimi, for anyone, cursing herself for forgetting her phone at home. There had to be someone here, where was everyone?