Strings Attached

~Chapter 5~

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UNEDITED

Listening to the song not necessary...

Another character has made his appearance in this chapter... I hope you guys remember Amir, the guy Hidayah's dad mentions in the chappy before last.

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New Delhi, India.

(Hidayah Ali)

Three Months later...

It's been three months since my mother smiled at me, talked to me the way she used to or even teased me. Three months since she asked me to massage her feet after a long and tiring day. Three months since things started going awry. I feel as if I've lost her. I know I was harsh, but she could forgive and be herself just for my sake. But no. She is always that cold and distant person around me. It's like some other person's soul has entered in my mum's body.

And if I'd be honest with myself, it really hurts. It hurts like hell! We talk, eat our meals together, even go out together sometimes, yet she never calls me 'beti' or anything even slightly endearing. You might think that I haven't tried, but I have. On my part, I'm totally ready to move on and forget anything ever happened between us, but if she doesn't cooperate soon, I'll go away a broken-hearted girl. Who knows if I might even see her again or not.

Just yesterday, I asked her if she still was cross with me, to which she replied with a stiff shake of her head and a small sigh... and that was all. She didn't pronounce another word to me the whole day after that. We go about our lives like two strangers living under the same roof, and it kills me. The only difference I've sensed is the additional care she gives me. I don't know if you can call it that, though. Recently, dad bought me a phone and she didn't object. But maybe that's because I'm going away and I might need something to talk with. She's letting me buy all kinds of numerous clothes, abayas, headscarves and coats. Yet again, it may be due to my leaving the country very soon.

But I don't think the fact that she's been cooking all my favourite things since the past week or so would slip into that same category. Neither will her helping me pack my things or tucking me in after I fall asleep. Would it? I think not. I want to tell her that I love her more than anything in this world. I can't go about my life without seeing that beautiful smile upon her face. I wanna hug her tight and never let go. I want her to willingly tell me to live my life and do all I can to make her proud. And most of all, I wanna ask her to give me loving motherly caresses more than life itself!

But I can't. Simply because I'm afraid she'd say something I'd never be able to forget, something that might tear my heart to pieces. Something that no amount of words could repair. And if she does, I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep my mouth shut from saying something nasty in return. Something that might eliminate all the regard she may have in her heart towards me. Any remnant of love residing in her heart for her rebellious little girl she prized so much.