Hey Guys. I had to inform you that I have to decide which character should be Shaheer, Yasha and Haya. Please do comment the suggestions. :) Happy Reading. :)
6th August, 2013
Haya's POV
As I was busy thinking about my mother's life in this university, her decisions which were to have such miserable effects, I was pushed by an air hostess. As I was back in my senses I heard her saying, 'Ma'am, ma'am, the plane is going to land. Please, wake up ma'am. The plane is going to land. '
I nodded. She went after that. I straightened myself. I think I just really need to forget everything. But how? Is it this easy? Khair, now I'm here. In my dream city and I should just think about my beautiful future with my mom. Although, I really was missing mama, abhi se. Oh god, help me with it.
The plane landed and I was in the airport right now, taking my bags. I took them and had to face the rush here. Anyhow, the taxi was here to pick me up from the university. As I was going towards it with my bags in my hands, someone pushed his/her suitcase with mine which led me to fall. So hard. Ouch!! I winced in pain.
Suddenly, I felt myself burdened more and I couldn't control it. I tilted my head to see that the suitcase fell on me. Uhhh. It hurts too much. Everybody was looking. Very good Haya. A very beautiful start. I tried to get up when I saw someone standing up and pulling the suitcase off me. I felt slightly better after that. Then I tried to stand up when I realized that I couldn't get up. I guess I had a severe wound on my back.
Shoot! The person moved his hand towards me for me to get up but I didn't want to. I didn't move my hand to reach his. After like two minutes, he moved his eyebrow upwards as if telling me to reach his hand. I still didn't.
I could see frustration built up in him. He then whispered, 'Will you please get up or should I go and bring you an invitation letter?' Pure irony.
I still didn't move.
' Uh hello miss! I don't have enough time to stand here the whole day waiting for your mood to get up. And btw I'm here being good to you as I accept it was my mistake and am helping you as I know you can't get up and here you are, showing attitude.'
I felt hurt. But I got angry. I still didn't reply. Then he said, ' What the hell? People are watching and you are lying on the floor in the airport? I'm going now. Help yourself.' Then he moved his hand away and started moving.
I then unintentionally called him, ' Oh hello mister! Here someone is wincing in pain and you aren't even helping. Which type of person are you?' He smirked. After seeing that, I felt a little weird. Haya haya haya!! You're talking to a boy like this. You are alone! If he does something... No no no.
He came and moved his hand towards me. I quickly reached his hand and he pulled me up immediately. I felt such pain that I uncontrollably screamed, 'Ahhh!'
He smiled. I felt so insecure. But no Haya. You have to be strong. You're not going to get afraid by such men. I left his hand and was going to fall. He immediately grabbed my hand and said, ' I think you have got a bad wound on your back. Is anybody with you?'
I confidently said, ' No. I'm alone but my taxi has arrived. I am here for studying. So can you just please drop me there? I'll take care of myself.'
He said, 'Are you mad? You can't even walk and you're saying that I drop you in charge of the taxi driver?'
'Then what do I do? Go with you? Never in my life!' He just grabbed my hand and carefully took me to the car, the taxi. I was relieved. Then he made me sit in there which made me feel more pain and I had that weird face that time which made him laugh. I was clearly irritated. 'What are you laughing at? Is it a joke written on my face?'
He sat in there. I was confused. Why is he sitting with me in the taxi? I shouted, 'What are you doing here? Get out of the car. Thankyou so much for bringing me here but now you can go.'
He sighed. 'Will you just listen to me for a second? Firstly, I was smiling because you're a Muslim,' I got confused as how did he know? Noticing my expressions, he continued, ' I got to know from your hijab. Aur ab ham ja rahe hain hospital as mei in uncle ke saath aap ko akela nahi chor sakta tha.'
After hearing that, I didn't speak. I just looked at the other side, out of the mirror. New York was actually very beautiful. As I was lost in the fascination of this city he tapped my shoulder. I looked at him and he pointed outside the window at a hospital.
I HATE HOSPITALS. I HATE MEDICINES.
But I didn't say a single thing and went.
They kept me there and I got an injection. That bruise was not that bad. They had put some medicine on it and told me that I could go in the afternoon and I had to rest till maximum four days. Then they gave me some sleeping pills and I slept.
When I woke up, I saw no one in the room. There was a bouquet on the side table and a note with it. I picked it up and opened the note. It read,
'Hello Miss _______ , Okayy this is kinda very weird that we don't even know each other's name. But get well soon. IDK what were you thinking lying on the floor in the airport but best of luck with everything in life. _Unknown.'
After reading that I got more irritated. Acha maine nam nahi btaya tou wo to bta sakta tha but nahi. As if I care. Bari zime daari thi chor ker chala gaya hospital mei.
Anyhow, the nurse came in after that, made me eat some bakery items and gave me the medicine. Then she made me stand up and made me walk. I flinched everytime I took a step forward and my backbone would hurt alot. All because of that gadhey ki poonch.
Allah! I wanted to go out. Main ghoomna chahti thi, New York dekhna chahti thi but nahi. Uhh.
And I forgot to call mama. Oh my god. She must be so worried. Shoot. I didn't even know where were my suitcases. I called the nurse and requested her if she could gimme her phone. She happily gave it to me. I called mama and assured her that I was safe and sound. I didn't tell her about the fuss which was created. She was really tensed. Uhh..mothers!! While talking to her, I wanted to go back so badly.
Khair, I returned her phone back to her and asked her about my suitcases. She replied, ' Ma'am the person who came with you told me to give this to you and tell you that your suitcases are with him and you have to go take them. '
As I took the note from her, I opened it and there was an address written on it.
What the eff?!!
