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Fumbling Love - Part 1

"Hasan's POV"

"My life.. My choices, you have no rights" her last words echoed in his ears.
Many a times he had tried to forget it, but it was pretty hard on him.

Buzz.. Buzz..  His phone vibrated in his pocket.

MOM calling, his screen flashed brightly
"Hasan.. Where on earth are you?" his mom screamed from the other side.
"On the way mom, I'll be there in sometime" he lied to her.

"come soon, the bride's family has arrived.. Everyone is here except the one who needs to be here" she screamed again.

He then remembered, it was his marriage tomorrow. He wanted to scream on the top of his lungs and run away somewhere far. He wanted to run away to a place where no one knew him.

Getting up from the rock, he dusted himself. This was his favourite hangout spot, from here the whole  city looked like a lantern at nights.

Rubbing away his tears, he fumbled around for his keys.

Buzz.. Buzz his phone vibrated again, 'mother in law' his screen flashed.

He could remember clearly, the time she pulled out his phone forcefully and saved her mother's number.

"Try to forget her and move on with your life, happy married life ahead" it read, tears flowed down his cheeks.

Rubbing away his tears he started his bike, phone buzzed again.

Ignoring it, he started speeding up on the empty road as he could feel the air gushing at his face.

It brought back memories of her, the long rides they used to go on with her holding him tightly burying her face in his back out of fear when he used to speed up.

"Was busy with office work" he said scratching his head.

A whole horde was staring at him when he entered his home, ignoring them he moved towards his room. Children running around everywhere screaming and so was his mom, her voice could be heard clearly.

He paced around his room and lied down on his bed, knock.. knock  someone knocked at the door he got up hurriedly.

He opened the door, it was no one outside. May be the children he thought.
He went and sat down on his bed, knock.. Knock  someone knocked again.

"yes, come in" he said looking at the door.
No one again..  Now for the third time someone knocked, he rushed towards the door in rage and opened it.
He stood there dumbstruck, just gazing into her eyes.

Waving her hand she called out his name, her voice was so sweet. It reminded him of Aisha, times they spent together flashed in front of his eyes.

"Yes, who are you?" he asked looking at her
"who, Me??" she exclaimed opening her eyes wide enough to make him laugh looking.

"yes you!!" he said scratching his head

"may I come in?" she asked, smiling at him.

He moved aside to let her pass, "who are you?"  he asked again.
Wide eyed sure stood there looking at him.
"you seriously have no idea?" she asked him puzzled.

"please do tell me who you are and why you are here, or you may leave" he said looking into her eyes.

"who do you want?" he shook her slightly.

"Rabiya's POV"

"wake up lazy ass, should I hide his shoes or not?" Alina screamed jumping up and down on the bed.

"whose shoes?" I asked rubbing my eyes, it was 5 in the morning and my house was lit up completely with people rushing around everywhere but me who still hadn't even got out of bed.

"Hasaaaannnn" she screamed still jumping up and down.

"shut up" I said as I pulled my blanket and went back to sleep, which was abrupted shortly within seconds.

"freshened up?" a man's voice sounded from outside the door as he knocked the door.
"yes dad, five minutes more" I said as I sat up straight.

"It'll take at least an hour uncle" Alina screamed as I pulled her towards me cupping her mouth.
Alina, my childhood friend the one who deserved my tallest finger more than anyone else.

"help me with this dress" I said holding a brush in my hand.
The dress was quite heavy, I stood there clueless on what I was to do next.