Farmeed One Shots

Season 2, Episode 9, Part 2

The post-argument and conversation part, re-envisioned:

The dark clouds in the sky slowly cleared, making moonlight reflect in Umeed's tear-filled, glossy eyes. Like her eyes, her mind was also full, and Umeed was trying her best to suppress both her tears and thoughts.

It had been two months to their marriage, and despite all the bickering and arguing, nothing scarred Umeed more than the event that took place 3 hours ago. She habitually played with the ring on her ring finger, making his words echo in her mind...

"Umeed, maine tumse sirf mangni nahi ki. This ring, this relationship are my promise to you. Zindagi ki har morh pe, you will find me next to you. I want to be the reason for all your smiles and laughter, because you brought colour back into my life. I will never be able to thank you enough, Umeed, for bringing my life back on track. But, what I can do is promise to never let the light in your eyes dim."

Farjaad had said those words to her in the Pasha house backyard right before he took her hand in his and kissed her ring. Her Farjaad: the one that always trusted her regardless of all her mistakes and mishaps. Her Farjaad: the one that always consoled her even when he was the one that bore loss. That was Her Farjaad. However, Umeed didn't know who this man was.

A tear finally escaped her eye, landing on the diamond of her ring. Umeed remembered his promise once again before her lips curved into a sardonic smile as she scoffed and kissed the tear off her ring.

As she walked back into the house with a heavy heart, loud noises of laughter made her halt. For a moment, hearing the laughter of her husband and best friend made her forget all her worries and skip towards the sound. However, she stopped right outside the door to the TV-lounge. That's when it hit her.

"Oh, toh mujhe daant ke, kamre main akela chor ke, Farjaad aur Mimi dramay dekh rahe hain. Balke enjoy kar rahe hain." Umeed's hands were on the door handle and she was about to swing the door open, ready to school both Farjaad and Mimi. Except, she didn't.

What right do I have to tell them to not have fun without me? Why would they even want to spend time with me? Aakhir sab meri hi toh ghalti hai. Mein na hoti toh aaj Niggo Mama bhi inn dono ke saath beth ke TV dekh rahi hotin. Haina, Farjaad? She whispered to herself, as she slowly retreated her hand and turned around, leaving behind a teardrop on the door handle.

The moment Umeed's head hit her pillow, it was almost as if all her restrained thoughts found an excuse to come flowing into the top of her mind. Once her thoughts let loose, so did her tears. Before she could even realise it, Umeed's pillow was wet with tears and silent, painful sobs were escaping her lips.

Being blamed for Niggo Jee's deteriorating health wasn't new for Umeed, because ever since she was a child, Umeed would always witness Chachi facing some sort of health complication or the other, apparently because of her.

"Umeed, chup kar jao! Sar main dard ho gaya hai mere."

"Umeed, tumhari wajah se mera BP shoot kar jayega ab!"

"Haya, chai bana ke laao mere liye. Mujhe lagta hai ye larki aur iski harkatein mujhe kisi din maar ke hi chorenge."

She winced as shut her eyes tightly and fisted the blanket in her hand as all those words came flying back into her mind. Ever since she was a child, all Umeed remembers is creating problems for her family, or at least being blamed for so.

She never let any of that faze her, though, because she knew that her intentions were always in the right place, and someone would eventually understand and accept them.