Dil Nihaad | دٍل نٍہاد

44 - DIL NIHAAD

The shattering echo of the vase breaking jolted the whole family up, though he was the one who stood up and ran before anyone else could acknowledge what could've happened.

The only person in mind... Amna.

The bedroom door flung open, and the scene before him left him horrified.

Amna was sitting on the floor, spread around her were the shattered crystals of the vase, and before her were scattered photo cards.

Fuck those photo cards, he thought.

"Amna!!" Humna's voice sounded behind him before she rushed past him and knelt beside Amna's unmoving figure and holding her bloodied palms.

He thought of reaching out to her, but couldn't. 

What if she distances herself even more...

Grabbing one photo card, he was left shocked as if someone had punched him right in the gut.

Who the fuck did it!?

His gaze rose to her, who had her face buried in the crook of her mother's neck.

"-" He opened his mouth to say something before her soft, trembling voice halted his voice.

"W-wo main Nahin hun. Ami... Main Nahin hun." The tremble in her voice pierced through his heart.

[ T-that is not me. Mom... It's not me. ]

Fucking Asshole.

He rose to his full height, crumbling the photocard in his hand before his hand flung, and that piece of paper went flying to the ground before he dashed out of the room with the fury of a tiger out for a hunt. 

"Azlaan-" Abd-ar Rahman's gaze followed Azlaan as he stormed out of the house, and he rushed upstairs to where Azlan came from.

The engine roared to life, and he was out of the main gate in less than a minute.

...

The scenario in Amna's room made his blood boil, and now he knew the reason why Azlaan was in such a rush. 

"Ayman bhai... Azlaan kahan hai?" his voice came out rushed and almost panicked.

[ Ayman brother... where's Azlaan? ]

"Azlaan baba to abhi abhi apni gadi le ke niklay hain." Abd-ar Rahman's hand raked through his dark brown locks as an exasperated sigh escaped his lips.

[ Mr. Azlaan just left in his car. ]

"YA Allah, is banday ka main kya karun..." he muttered while pacing the front porch of the house.

[ Oh god, what am I gonna do with this man... ]

"Abd-ar Rahman..." A low timid voice brought him out of the tangled mess of his thoughts, and his eyes widened as he immediately went beside his wife.

"Maryam... Yahan kya kar rahi ho?" She was in a fragile state; the first trimester is always hard, and he can't afford to let her go around like this or trouble her with any kind of stress.

[ Maryam... what are you doing here? ]

"AP yahan kya kar rahe hain barish mein?" She questioned back.

[What are you doing here in the rain? ]

He looked up at the sky, and indeed, it was raining. Why hadn't he noticed it before?

"Main ata hun andar, ap jao... bimaar ho jao gi." he ushered her back inside and led her to the stairs until he saw EMan and told her to take Maryam because he had to do something and went back outside.