A shot at Love

Chapter 08

A/N: Hi goiz! Your girl is here......

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(The seriousness of the story will soon come to an end and love will bloom. Stay tuned. You guys are the best encouragement.)

Anytime

As soon as I hear these words, I can't help but remember how Aergul thanked me that time...

God! I miss her.

Memories of our best time invade my mind.

When I was 18, my parents went on Hajj, leaving me and my brother at home but I'd be lonely. So, my mom talked to Aergul's parents and they let her stay at my place. I had a potential war with my parents as they didn't take me with them but then I was so thankful that they left me with Aergul.

Those days were the best of my life. We were on leave from school as Eid-ul-Adha was in 10 days. We spent those days having so much fun; I don't think I can ever put it in words. We went shopping together. I bought Aergul bangles just like I had mine, on the previous Eid, so we'd wear them together. She loved them.

Last Eid when I told her I'd buy her ones like mine she sent me voice message, 'Aya, you know you don't have t... you know what no pressure but I'd love it if you buy me those.' I'd smiled like a fool when I heard that message.

After such a long time that we'd spent together, she understood that I absolutely loved her from the deepest core of my heart and if I could, I buy her not only this world but the hereafter too.

She thanked me when I finally gave her those and I almost smacked her head for it. But when I saw her eyes tear up a bit, I realized it was not just a thank you for buying her the bangles but it was for being with her and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same.

'Anytime' I said as I got teary myself, I hugged her and we cried, mostly her tears wetting my chin as her forehead was pressed to my cheek, and her fragile body shaking a little and I, holding her and patting her back a little.

When we both were done letting our tears fall unchecked and I let her sit straight, I noticed that she looked like a tomato, puffed eyes. It broke my heart but she looked so pretty.

'You look like a tomato, penguin.' I said and we burst out laughing.

Suddenly I feel a strand of tears, rushing down my cheek, wetting my veil, but as the veil is the darkest shade of black, it goes unnoticed by the man sitting in front of me. Right! I was talking to Dr. Eli.

'I have to apologize to my penguin.' I make a mind note to myself.

'Yeah, so I was gonna say, have you thought about taking any legal step against whoever did this?' he says with obvious sadness?

'I need to think about that. I am not sure of anything really, right now.'

Everything happened so fast.

I can obviously sense the tension when he opens his mouth to say something but stops as if he's contemplating whether to say whatever it is or not.

'You can say it.' I say.

Why would I say this. God. What is wrong with me?

'Huh?' he says as if he's caught off guard.

I compose myself. 'Dr. Eli, I said you can say whatever you were going to a while ago.'

What am I doing? What if he asks something that I am not ready to talk about yet? But he's a doctor. Right? One who's looking after my case.

He opens the file where the documents are piled up and points to the very name which I loved for a mere fortnight.

'Kashif' it says. Filled in one of the many sections holding information about me.

At this point, he doesn't even need to ask.

'H-He did it. Didn't he?' he says, almost a whisper, loud enough for only me to hear.

Rage is what overcomes me. Not fear. Not the patheticness that I was drenched in before. I don't feel ashamed at what he asked. I don't feel embarrassed. I feel angry, so much I've never been in my entire life.

The only thing that I need right now is to go to him. I cannot make it right; not is that something that I can or will do but I can confront him. I can ask him why he did it. And I will. And he will regret it.

'Yes.' I say clenching my teeth as I cannot hold the anger inside, me firing up with each passing second.

And there I see, the man's face sitting in front of me, a man I have no relation with except for humanity, a doctor whose probably only supervising my case as he brought me to the hospital.

His face mirrors me the same anger I have inside, slightly after being surprised that it was indeed marital rape.