Chapter 11

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Flashback

"Hussain, beta, hum jo faisla le rahe hain, tumhari bhalaai ke liye le rahe hain." Abbu tried to explain me.

"Abbu, please." I stopped him. "Main aise ghar mein nahi reh sakta jahan meri mohabbat ki qadr na ho kisi ko." I stated and began walking towards the main door.

"Hussain beta.."Ammi called out. She had tears in her eyes. And the reason behind her tears was... me.

"Hussain." Abbu called out. "Agar tumne iss ghar se ek qadam bhi bahar nikaala, toh main bhool jaoonga ke mere do bete hain." He said, seriously.

I stood there for a minute and then...then I did something that I might regret doing forever. I stepped out of the house. I turned around to see my parents. My mother cried because of me. The anger on my father's face had now changed into pain and disbelief.

End of flashback.

'I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have done that.' I repeatedly said to myself, running both of my hands through my hair. I have hurt my parents. My eyes were moist. I was sat on the bed of the hotel room I had rented the evening I left home. It's been a week since that day. I contacted no one ever since. Shehry had called me a numerous times but I didn't answer his call. I didnt know what to say. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. It was Maya. I grabbed my phone and received the call.

"Hussain?" She spoke from the other end of the line.

"Hmmm." I responded.

"Hussain, kya hua? Why haven't you been answering my calls? Are you okay?" She asked, all in one breath.

"Yeah. I'm okay." I replied.

"You don't seem okay." She stated.

"I left home, Maya. I left my parents. I left my family. I hurt them." I spoke. A lump had started to form in my throat and tears had began forming in my eyes.

"Hussain... Insha Allah hum dono milke unko mana lenge." She assured me.

"Woh maan jaaein ge na?" I asked her.

"Woh jab apne bete aur bahu ki khushi dekheinge na, woh zaroor maan jaaein ge." She replied.

"Hmm." Was all I said. "Chalo, I'll meet you tomorrow." I added.

"Sure, baby." She said. "Aur court jaane ka bhi jald az jald plan bana lete hain. Jitna jaldi yeh kaam hoga, utna jaldi hum tumhare ghar jaake ammi abbu se maafi maangke unhe mana sakte hain." She added.

I replied 'hmmm' once again before hanging up. Why am I not happy about this? I thought. This is exactly what I wanted. Why did this not satisfy me? Why, all of a sudden, the thought of getting married to Maya felt so wrong? I shrugged away the thoughts. I'm just over thinking. Its just that I'm upset because I hurt Ammi and Abbu. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a relaxing shower.

Qirat's p.o.v.

I grabbed my pink shawl from the cupboard and draped it around my shoulders. I was wearing my black tshirt and black skinny jeans today. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, to make sure I looked okay. It's Samiya's birthday today and Shehryaar insisted me on going with him to the party. Lubna is going to be there too.

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