𝐟𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚

16.eira..?

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" y-you are joking with me! WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT HER HERE, DAD AND I WENT UPSTAIRS TO CALL HER AND SHE WASN'T IN HER ROOM " this is probably the second time in my 21 years of life that i have raised my voice while talking to my parents and just like the first time they didn't yell at me. i wanted them to shout at me and tell me to be in my limits but they looked at me worried.

" arsalan... are you okay? " my mother asked me as she got up from the couch and came towards me. she put her hand on my cheeks and caressed them slowly.

" nahi... ammi please, please keh de ye sab mazak h... please, mujhe bta dein meri qamari kaha h... please. " i begged her

( no...mom please, please tell me this all is a joke... please, tell me where my qamari is... please )

" arsalan, mere bache mujhe nahi pata tu kis baare me baat kar raha h... tu theek toh h? i think you are tired you should probably rest. " she had this worried look in her and eyes and i wanted to believe she was telling the truth but eira did exist in my life and i refuse to believe that she has never been here.

( arsalan, my child i dont know what are you talking about... are you okay? )

I nodded to my mother only to give her the satisfaction that i will be okay. She smiled at me and kissed my forehead and went back to sit at her place as i left, but i did not went to my room i went to the guest room which belonged to eira and lay down on the bed. I moved here and there changing my position often and in the end i couldn't bring myself to rest and stayed like that the whole day only.

I opened my eyes as the sun ray fell directly onto my face. I rubbed my eyes and sat up straight. Did i fell asleep? did i by mistake spent the night here? I looked at the clock it was 7 in the morning. yeah, great. i fell asleep in the guest room. I got off the bed and walked to my room.

No matter what i was doing my thoughts were occupied by eira.. her beautiful hazel eyes with a tint of green in them and her wavy strawberry blonde hair and those thin hands and her laugh and smile and the voice better than any music i have ever heard.

How could I remember so much about a person who didn't exist? its impossible. she had to exist there has to be a sign. i was walking back to my room my thoughts occupied with eira, i saw a familiar figure coming from the opposite direction, I looked at azqa appi with a blank expression when she gave a weak smile. unlike the smile she gave me yesterday this one hid something.

" you are as confused as i am " i said to her

" or maybe more. but i dont want to drag you in anything bad. i want what is good for you " she replied

i walked to her side and slowly sat down with my back against the wall
" you dont think i am crazy do you? "

" i swear arsalan...she...she existed for me too " she said taking a seat beside me

" s-so how is there not even a single belonging of her? there is not even a single piece or thing that proves that she was here "

" i am going to find something. but i want you to stay out of it. focus on yourself. if i do find something i will tell you "

" pakka? promise? " i asked her and she gave me another weak smile
( surely? )

" pakka. "
( for sure. )

" i love you appi. i am so glad to have you as my sister " i gave her a side hug and she patted my head. she then pushed me away and got up.
" yeah i dont have all day to sit here. you too get up and get ready for work. as long as i am here, you dont take stress. alright? "

" aapke bina me kya hi karunga "
i said to her as i got up.

( what would i do without you? )

" par me kaha ja rahi hu? "
she replied and i smiled at her and she passed me the smile back and went in the opposite direction as i entered my room.

( but where am i going? )

azqa appi is the best elder sister i could ever ask for. as the elder sibling she went through alot. all the family drama and trauma and she grew up on her own with no one by her side to guide her. all the trauma had been dumped on her and she always made sure none of it reached me. And honestly i am really grateful for it. although i would love to help her out with it but i know its not an easy job to do. healing yourself while healing the others around you. not everyone can do it. but but elder sisters can. they are the true heroes without any cape, although azqa appi do wear a cape. Its her hijab and her abaya.

i got up from my place and decided to go into my room. i opened the door and stepped in not being able to understand. my room, the room which haven't been this clean since we shifted in this house years ago. the same room was sparkling. all black and white. i can not even proceed. is this the same room? i went to the bathroom and found it sparkling as well. what the hell happened? what even is the occasion?

i decided not to bother as i was already going crazy. i took a shower and put on the bathrobe. stepping into my walk in closet i picked out a plane white shirt and black pants.
I changed into them and went back to my room. I looked at the front wall. painting. eira's painting. It was right in front of my eyes. No one knew the painting was made by eira except me and her and of course azqa appi must have seen it as well. Eira was here. she does exist. no matter how much my family tries to manipulate me for the wrong or right reasons. I am not letting eira go. she lives in my heart she lives within me and i am sure she was the one made for me. she is the missing piece of me. made of the rib near my heart.

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i know i know i know. i promised a long chapter update on 2nd october. i even said i will try to upload twice but here i am. i am sorry my lilies, i forgot to update this chapter has been this long since 29th september and i didn't write a single thing after that. as soon as my exams and practicals were over on 30 i got two projects and models to make and i am honestly cooked. once again i am so sorry i am trying to update

happy reading!
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