Mujhe Teri Zaroorat Hai (I Need You)- A Dhoombros Fanfiction

Chapter 9 - Roller coaster of thoughts

"Are you alright?" Hussain asked, his facial expression deeply upset as a frown was marked on his forehead. "Ye-Yeah I'm fine, I think I'm going back home." Jiya said and lowered her sight from Hussain so as he didn't notice her tears. "Come I'll drop you." Hussain said trying to lock eyes with her but in vain. He was so caring. "N-no, I can go. Besides, I'm pretty sure you're gonna miss your bus if you drop me. Thank you, bye..." Jiya stuttered and rushed back to their apartment without even looking back once.

~Hussain's POV~

I couldn't thank God enough for saving my---Shehry's Jiya. I couldn't even imagine what could have happened to her; maybe she was right, I was her messiah. Poor girl she was so terrified; I wish I could do something to help. I just wanted to go and check whether she was doing fine but my feet remained firm to the ground unaware why. I started feeling fidgety and bit my lower lip until blood came out of it.

Suddenly an idea struck my mind, there couldn't be any other better opportunity for Shehry and Jiya to be together. Jiya needed someone to comfort her at that moment I'd rather send Shehry than go myself, they would have some time to spend alone. I took out my Iphone from my pocket, which I had recently bought and slid my finger gently across the screen with utmost care. I scrolled through the contacts and searched for big bro's number when someone bumped into me, dropping my fortune to the ground.As the device hit the ground, I gaped at it for seconds, feeling my heart about to fall from my chest. I felt the temper get to my head and I tightened my fist. As soon as I looked up, no one was there. It was as if some sort of ghost had just bumped into me, dropping down my fortune. If swearing could kill then the one who bumped into me would have been basically dead by now.

I instantly picked it up to face the worst nightmare of my life. A broken Iphone screen. I felt my nose turn blood shot red due to the temper but the thought of Jiya brought me back to my senses. Ignoring the cracked screen that tried to burst my head, I pressed the call button next to Shehry's name. The line 'beeped' several times but no one answered. He had to be taking a shower; he was off today. I checked my watch and okay, it was eight o'clock so there was still thirty minutes left for the bus to arrive. By the time the bus came, I could go and inform Shehry about the incident. I jogged back inside the apartment and waited for the lift to come down. Impatient as I was, decided to take the stairs instead, it'll be a sort of exercise at the same time since I haven't been to the gym for a while. I reached the stairs when 'Bam!'. Once again I bumped into a tall, sinewy figure at about the same height as me. He had worn a black hat and a black coat, up to his neck, so I couldn't see his face. He had his hands dug the pockets of his coat and his look seemed a bit suspect. But whoever he was, it was very ill mannered on his side not to apologize. My parents have always been very strict whenever it came to mannerism and now I think the effects were clearly shown.

I ignored the latter and continued my way upstairs. All of a sudden, I heard some weeping, I advanced slowly to find someone sitting on the stairs. But this was...

~Jiya's POV~

Everything was over. I didn't know what to do! I no longer had the strength to bear the same suffering once again. I was so fed up of living. What was the use of such a living by the way? My knees reached the top of my forehead and I hid my face beneath them, crying uncontrollably. I just wanted to cry my heart out. Maybe there's no one actually made for me, am I really that unlucky? Then, a soft angelic voice reached my eardrums. "Jiya...?"

I raised my chin up, ignoring the fact that my view was blurred from all the tears that filled my eyes. I abruptly wiped the tears away from my face, I probably wouldn't want anyone to see me crying. I stood up and realized that it was, Hussain. His eyes tingled with worry and the urge to cry accentuated. I tried to hold back the tears and steal sights from him but he was all that I needed right now. I jogged down the few stairs gap between us and threw my arms around his shoulders, embracing him in a tight hug. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and waited for him to hug me back. I felt so comfortable around with him, I tightened my arms around his muscular shoulders but he didn't seem to respond. At his reaction, I braced myself and pulled back. I sighed and wiped the rest of the trickling tears away from my chubby cheeks. Hussain gave me a shocked look and I knew I had made things even more awkward. But I needed him the most at that time of my life. Did I need him as a friend or something more than a friend? That question struck my mind every time I met him but the answer was still unknown. But yet, I couldn't put Hussain's life in danger. Maybe he was right, the more Hussain stays away from me, the better it is for both of us. I wouldn't want anyone to get into trouble because of my personal reasons, especially Hussain.

"What happened?" Hussain asked in a low voice, probably trying to sound consoling, and I lowered my chin. "N-nothing...I just---" "You can trust me..." he trailed off. I looked back up at him and he stared into my soul sending thrills down to my spine. "I-I was so scared about what has just happened, I mean, if you weren't there then maybe I could've died and-" I lied hoping he would digest my words but his interruption didn't indicate so. "Are you sure or there's something else you wanna tell me?" Hussain asked again his eyes still fixed on mine as he scanned my big brown orbs. That boy could literally get me say everything but nay, I had to conceal my feelings. I nodded lightly and faked a smile, but he didn't seem convinced. "Jiya..."Hearing my name from his voice was the most peaceful thing to hear ever; he was interrupted by his ringing phone. "I gotta go, catch ya' later!" I blurted and rushed back upstairs before I end up telling him things  I'm not supposed to.

~Hussain's POV~

It was Sarah's call; not the best timing but she was my girlfriend. "Hello?" I said and cleared my voice, so that the tension from it would fade away, well that's what I thought. "Where are you, love?" she asked in a deeply impatient voice. "I'm on my way, don't miss me that much." I said and faked a giggle. I seriously wasn't in the mood to laugh but I didn't want to upset her as well. "Well, you don't miss me as much as I miss you, do you?" she teased. I wasn't in the mood to laugh and well, "Alright, the bus is here, I'll see you in a while..."  "Alright, I love you, see ya'..." She replied and disconnected. "Hmmmm..." I mumbled under my breath despite knowing she didn't hear me. I felt a strike in my heart.

Jiya flew her apartment door open causing Arzoo to jump off her feet. "Jiya! I thought you were gone?" she exclaimed and analyzed the upset look on her face. "What's wrong?" She asked and moved towards her. Jiya, unable to control her emotions anymore, sat down on the couch with her gaze fixed to the carpet. Arzoo, sat down next to her and put her hand on her shoulder, confused of the situation. "He's come back." Jiya trailed down as a single tear rolled down from her eyelashes to her rosy cheeks. Arzoo's eyes widened in terror and she sat flat on the couch. After going into a sort of lethargy she stood back up and ask, "What? How do you know? Did you see him?" Arzoo asked as she grabbed the sides of Jiya's arm. "It's Hussain this time." Arzoo's eyes widened at Jiya's words. She knew the how serious the matter had become. "We have to inform the police!" Arzoo exclaimed. "No, it's between me and him now." Jiya answered with a dead serious look.

~Hussain's POV~

I got out of the bus and seconds later, without having the time to stabilize my feet to the ground, I felt a cloud of smoke hit my nostrils and my eyes burnt uncontrollably. I rubbed my eyes until they got so teary that the passing by thought that I had burst into tears. Soon after, I felt two small, skinny hands block my view as they lay on my eyelids from behind. I inspected the skinny fingers with my hands until I heard a little giggle from behind. My lips formed into a tiny curve, "Sarah?" I asked despite being dead sure that it was her.

Seconds after my question, she removed her hands from my face and snaked her tiny arms around my waist from behind my back. I turned around and gave her grin; "Hey". She intertwined fingers with me and lay her head on my left shoulder as we started strolling the pathway outside the institute. I was walking with her but all I could think of was Jiya; the way she hugged me when she cried. What was so wrong after all? Why doesn't she tell me anything? Hundreds of questions invaded my mind but none could be answered. I definitely didn't digest her words.
"Sainnn!!! Are you listening to me?" She stopped and snapped her fingers before my nose. "Nope I was so lost in your thoughts..." I lied and pulled her closer to me. "Ahh really?" She teased and pecked my cheek. It gave me a reassuring feeling. "Hussain, you're gonna miss me?" She asked and cupped my left cheek. "Why? Are you going somewhere?" I asked at my turn as I slid my hand through her long dark brown tresses. "I just told you like seconds ago! Oh my god, Hussain! I'm going to London, finally!"
I gaped at her for minutes as if I had swallowed a ball of fur. She waggled me and brought me back to Earth. "Say something!" She exclaimed and waited for my answer with dilating eyes. "But why? We talked about this before!" I asked strangely feeling a burden off my shoulders. "You won't believe it! Finally I got my first modelling contract and the first shoot is in London! You know how much I craved for this offer, don't you?" Sarah explained basically stealing my part of speech but, "Do you really have to go?" I was tangled in my own thoughts; I didn't know what I wanted. "Of course Hussain! I thought you will be the happiest of all!" I was happy, really happy for her but deep deep inside I couldn't focus on what she was saying. Someone else had stolen my whole attention. I nodded blankly and she embraced me in a warm hug.