STUCK IN TIME

(xxxi) Book 1: Chapter 25- The Letter

When you find something very easily you dont learn to appreciate it. Hence the obstacles in our way are just to make the particular achievement sweeter and perhaps sweet enough to last a life time.

AYANA'S POV

God! I need to share this with someone. Right at this moment. I look for my dairy. Its been a while I wrote something.

"I need to write this moment down!" I exclaim excitedly as I search for it but then realize its with Asher.

"Aghh. Okay no problem just take anything and write." I say as I look for any available notebook in the bookshelf and an envelope falls. I pick it up and open it. Its a red envelope and in it is a sorry card. I frown thinking where did I get this from and then I recall I found this in Asher's room and had intended to put it back. I completely forgot I had it. I am about to put it back again with the same intention but then I realize in his cupboard all cards were given by me. And I never gave him a sorry card so who was it from?

I open it and it goes like this.

Dear Ayana,

I am sorry.

From Asher.

Folded with the card is narrow line page teared neatly from a writing pad with his hand writing on it. It's dated three years ago. On seeing the date I instantly know what the apology card referred to and the memory of fourteen year old us fills my mind, which also became the reason of our three year long hatred.

Zayn and Isra's parents lived with them then, and had gone to New York for buying a new apartment there. They had taken Zayn with them and left Isra home alone with a nanny. Isra was sad but was still the stupid and rebellious girl so to take revenge she planned a party at her place. She was fifteen then but no one from amongst her age group was invited. Asher was friends with older guys from other schools so she asked him to invite all of them. She knew she was going to get in trouble and that's exactly why she was up for it. And as Asher has gone through the same phase so he exactly knew how Isra was feeling and was actually appreciating her boldness.

"Asher why are you supporting this?" I ask.

"Yeah I sense huge trouble for Isra in this." Hana seconds my opinion.

"It's necessary. If she won't do this her parents will never realize that she needs them here, with her. I wish I had done something like that too. Maybe then dad would call me, just to remind I have a dad."

I hate seeing him get depressed thinking about why his dad doesn't care about him. And as it was giving him some kind of satisfaction to help Isra make her parents realize this, I gave in too. I still couldn't see how it makes sense but just because he could I thought about just going with them and not say anything to anyone till the party is over. Of course everyone will later find out and that is their plan.

Asher nudges me. "When are you going to get ready?"

"I am ready." I tell him.

"You kidding me? Gosh! Hana please help her look more like a Mr Zaroon's daughter and less like his house maid."

"Hey!! Thats Ralph Lauren. And this jeans is a fresh pair. And I am NOT looking bad!" I fold my arms across my chest as I admonish him. He only chuckles.

"Okay whatever you like. And listen after party, I umm.." He nervously runs his fingers through his hair. "..talk to you about something important."

"Why not now?"

"Because I have no idea how to tell you. Till then I will hopefully figure out." He smiles.