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

Chapter 10 - The Spectre

Hussain's POV

I couldn't distinguish the types of feelings my heart was emitting at that moment. I was really happy for Sarah and I loved her (I think) but it was as if God was trying to tell me something that I couldn't comprehend. I have known Sarah way before Jiya, but since the latter came into my life, I have been seeing things in another perspective. She was wrong I was not her messiah, she was an angel that God sent to me to brighten my life. She was the type of girl who always listened to her heart, and maybe this is what God wanted to tell me. However, I couldn't displease my parents; I have some duties to fulfill as a son and a brother. What if I didn't turn out happy by my parents' decision, at least they were happy and I couldn't be any happier by this fact. They had sacrificed a lot in the past for me and maybe now it was my turn.

And Jiya, I didn't know what I would do if anything happened to her today. I couldn't afford to lose her. I have known her for only like two weeks and the impact her presence had made in my life was too good to be true. Did I still want to bring Shehry and Jiya together now that Sarah was going? Was I being selfish? There was too much going on my mind I couldn't bear it all alone; I had to discuss it with my brother.

I took a taxi and came back to the apartment I wanted to clear it all one and for all. I took the elevator and came to my apartment floor. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize that I reached the appropriate storey. I got out heading to my apartment when my feet stopped, automatically. I turned around and looked at Jiya's apartment. I wanted to check on her, was she alright? But no, I had to talk to Shehry.

I burst open the apartment door and there was Shehry, sitting on the couch eating his cereals and protein shake. "Hussain, you're back? Is everything alright?" Shehry asked as he looked at me with worrying eyes. "Bro, we need to have a talk." I trailed down.

I narrated everything to Shehry; the whole morning incident, Sarah's going abroad except my feelings. I had to make sure that Shehry really loved Jiya first. "There's one more thing, Shehry, do you love Jiya?" I mustered my courage and popped the question. Shehry gave me a perplexed look and stood up. "What? I love Jiya?" He said in astonishment. "You do?" I asked one last time hoping to the bottom of my heart that he would say no. "Hussain, I love Arzoo not Jiya." Shehry replied and his answer sounded like a choir of angels praises to my ears. I let out a sigh of relief and sat down the settee. I didn't even take a minute to actually think that Shehry said that he loved Arzoo, like the Arzoo, Jiya's silly friend. I was so happy internally that he didn't love Jiya and I was given the chance to make her mine. "You love Jiya, don't you?" Shehry interrupted my thoughts as he put his hand on my shoulder. "At times I think I do, a lot; but is that possible? I barely even know her." I got up and paced the living room nervously. Shehry came to me and said, "Hussain, you love from the heart and couples are made in heaven; you don't choose love, it just happens." He replied and patted my back.

After Shehry boosted my spirit, I decided that as from this very moment, taking care of Jiya would be my responsibility and her safety would be my number one priority. Speaking of safety, I decided to go and meet Jiya after the terrifying incident of the morning. I took a few steps out until I reached her apartment and rang the doorbell. I waited for a few seconds but no response came back. I rang a few more times hoping to get a sign of life but to no avail. I rang one last time when it stroke my mind that maybe Arzoo had taken Jiya out to relax after the dreadful incident. I was just about to return to my apartment when I noticed a specter moving through the small gap at the bottom of the apartment's entry door; that meant there might be someone in the apartment. I rang the doorbell again and called for Jiya but no one responded. I started getting worried and called the latter on her phone. The phone rang but no one picked up; right after I immediately called Arzoo. "Hey Arzoo, I just wanted to ask, is Jiya with you by chance?" "Oh, Jiya huh, missing her already?" she joked. "Come on Arzoo, I'm serious." I replied back with a high pitched voice. "Huh no I'm at Starbucks and Jiya said she wanted to rest at home. Sain, is everything alright?" Arzoo asked in a worried tone. I dropped my phone to the ground and banged on the door, "Jiya, are you in? Please open the door, it's me Hussain!! Jiya, are you there?"

Suddenly, a pungent smell could be smelt from her apartment. I covered my nose with my hands and continue banging on her door. It was then that I realized that it was gas. "Jiya!!!! Jiya come out!!!! Jiya open the door!!!!" I screamed out of panic but no one responded. That's it; I had to break the door. I hit my shoulders a few times against the door but it wouldn't open as it was locked from inside. I felt the impact of hitting myself against the door and it felt like as if thousands of stones were crushing my arm, yet I resisted the impact. One last breath and I hit the door with all the force that my leg had. When I came in, it was the horror.