You, Me & the Alter(cations) - Farmeed AU

30.

"Umeed, Umeed tumahra demagh kharab ho gaya hai kya?" Haya looked at her with widened eyes, watching Umeed open the suitcase and walk over to the closet. "Hua kya hai?"

"Kuch nahi." Umeed answered and threw the pile as it is, pushing it into the suitcase. She did not care about anything anymore, she just wanted out, away from everything, alone time.

Haya watched her, her eyes widened in disbelief. It was like living the same scenario had happened two years ago. It was a crippling thing to experience all over again, and it was frightening her. She thought hard, and fast. There was nothing that could have happened with her client that would have led to her acting so recklessly.

Trailing over everyone she know close to Umeed, her mind landed on one name, the latest one, supposedly the one who had a grand impact on her life now. Farjaad. Haya blinked, recalling that Farjaad was in the city, that Umeed was looking forward to see him, to surprise him.

She took a step forward as Umeed pushed down on the clothes.

"Wo... wo jo Farjaad hai, uss se mili ho abhi tak?" She watched Umeed freeze, her hands stilled on the pile of clothes, slowly coming off. Her eyes were locked on the suitcase. "Uss hi se mil kar aa rahi ho na?"

Umeed's head turned hot, she looked up at Haya.

"Tum sab to waqayi nahi lagta ke mein apne aap se kaam karne ke liye bhi jaa sakti hoon? Does there always have to be something on the other end? Mein itni nikammi dikhti hoon ke kaam bhi nahi kar sakti?" She vented, loud and full of venom. And Haya knew, her trail of thought was right. She took another step closer, Umeed's breath hitching, clenching her fists and looking down to her side, not being able to meet Haya's eyes.

"Kya bola hai usne?" Haya asked quietly, angry crawling up her skin seeing that he was the reason Umeed was leaving her. "What did he do?"

Umeed's lip quivered as she looked up at Haya, and the moment her eyes met Haya's, she broke into tears, reaching out for Haya and crying on her shoulder, startling her.

"Umeed." Haya whispered, appalled by the state of Umeed who was shaking in her arms, sobbing loudly.

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"Kuch khayein ge?" Mimi walked out of the living room with a mug of green tea in her hand, the green teabag hanging alongside the handle. Farjaad shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, his muscles sore from sitting straight all for hours. The meetings were over but he had spent the remaining time trying to call Umeed, and then after that was a fail just sit and think though the level of disaster he had dealt with.

"Nahi. Ma kahan hain?" He asked and looked behind Mimi, expecting his mother to be sat, ready to investigate him. But she picked the other route, the one where she would give him the cold shoulder until he breaks everything down and justifies his actions from earlier that day.

"Apne room mein." Mimi answered. "Unko bohot mushkil se khana kilaya hai." Farjaad knew what that implied, they all wanted answers, they all wanted more. Everything was left off on such an awkward and unexpected note that nothing was making sense.

Mimi tried asking Nighat to break down the situation and explain what had happened, but all she got was her mother tearing up and crying about how she will face Shumail after everything Farjaad did. Mimi knew her brother would never go as far as to using foul language in such a manner, she had kept it to herself and let her mother vent out all the frustrations and worries that were pent up within her.

Mimi also found it odd how Nighat clearly spoke of the wedding planner running away, but then completely brushed it off. The situation with Reena and Shumail had overtaken all the other worries and such an odd thing as the planner disappearing whilst leaving her things behind, it was unsettling to Mimi. But she did not poke her mother, she waited for her brother for answer. And now, she wanted answers. Farjaad was aware of this as well.