Hey buddies. :* :* This time it's a lammbaaaa waala update. Dil thaam ke rakhein because this time you're gonna receive a twist which can be heartbreaking. Love you. Happy Reading.
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20th August, 2013
HAYA'S POV
I don't understand this fact ke jab se I came here, I have started thinking about him all the time, that man who ruined our lives. How could he be so merciless? Where is his love for mama now? Everything. You can't trust this atrocious world. Ever. Even in the cases of love. People can be so heartless sometimes that they even don't realize that their actions can hurt someone their whole lives.
'Father'. This word sounds so beautiful. It's an awesome feeling when you have a dad, who cares for you, becomes possessive over you, who shows sedulous care for you and with whom you can become querulous and demanding. But Allah mian you made this word so cruel in my life that I am sure that I'll die but never have someone to whom I would call 'baba jaan'. I know. But why Allah mian? Why always me?
My thoughts kept eating me alive with every passing second which flew by with this harsh reality. It was better for him to die rather than what he did. I won't ever be able to forgive him.
Allah mian this is so painful and I feel so lonely like this. Alone. I don't have a single person in this whole wide world to whom I can rely on, share this dreadful past, trust with my life and who cares for me enough to tell me that they are there when I feel empty. Why is emptiness so heavy?
I have to let it out. I can't hold it back. I was controlling the urge not to cry over my helplessness. But I couldn't resist for now.
As I was sobbing silently over my tragic self, my phone beeped. I checked the time and it was 3 am. I opened the message and it read,
'Be ready at 6, I'll come and pick you up for all the books and notes you need from me.' It was an unknown number and I had no idea of it really was.
ME: 'Um, who's there?'
I placed it back on my side table and wiped the meaningless tears off my face. All these sleepless nights, I've been doing the same.
A message popped up and I checked. 'You don't even know who I am? You, yourself gave me this no.'
What shit is this person talking? I chose not to reply but then I thought to call him/her to know who's that at 3 am. I called but no-one received. So I decided to leave him/her on his/her own.
I pushed the duvet off me to go to the washroom. As I was leaving, my phone rang. What the hell?
I went to see the call coming from the same no. I didn't want to attend as I assumed it to be a prank caller. But then it again rang. What the..?!
I picked it up and waited for the other person to speak.
'Um, hello?' He spoke. But I still didn't realize who was it.
'Yes?'
'You don't know who I am?'
'Uhh..I messaged you the same, I guess?'
'Yeah. Sorry. Guess who am I?'
'Do you think I am an idiot? It's 3 am right now and you want me to guess who the hell you are!'
'Okay..okay. Calm girl. Inhale..exhale..Done? HAHA. Okay. I'm Hussain. As I told you, will be there to pick you up.' Itne drame karne ki kya zaroorat thi isse?
'Okay. I'll be ready.' 'Bye?'
'Um..wait. Wou I had to ask you...' He said. After taking a pause he completed, 'You're awake at this time of the night?'
