Safar Zindagi Ka

Chapter 7 - A day well spent

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Menna's POV

The minute I woke up, I felt like I had a pretty rough hangover because my head hurts like fuc- I mean fish. I got up from my bed and walked to the basin that I had in my room. Luxury right? I guess not.

I sighed and wiped my face with a wet towel. I opened the door and started walking towards the stairs when I heard a sniffle from Haya's room.

Is Haya back!? Is she okay?! All these thoughts started rushing into my head, making me dizzy but I kept my control and knocked on her door.

No answer.

I stood in front of her door and knocked again.

"Yara? Tu merese baat nai karegi?" I asked, my voice getting shaky.

I could imagine her shaking her head as I heard more sniffles. She was crying and I felt like something in me hurts. I know we just met a day ago but I don't know why I felt attached to her.

"Mujhe pata hai tujhe urdu aati hai.." With that I got more sniffles as her reply. "Yaar aise kamre mein band rehnse kya hoga? Darwaza to khol le yaar...," I begged. But still there was nothing so I decided to tell her a joke.

"Yaar ek joke sunaon?

Ek din na ek bande ne ek larki se poocha ke uski aankhon mein kya dikharaha hai usse?

Larki ne kaha true love!

Bande ne pata hai kya kaha?? Oo juliet ki amma..!! Meri aankhon mein kuch chala gaya hai jaldi nikaal!!!"

I burst out laughing at my own stupid joke but all I heard was more sniffles. I wanted to cry because I've not been so helpless. I wanted her to talk to me and cheer up a bit but all my efforts gone to waste. I sat in front of the door, leaning my back to the door and stretching my leg sitting comfortably.

"Tujhe pata hai? Meine apne bhai se ab tak baat nai ki...,I admitted. "Mein usse ab tak maaf nai karpaayi hoon. Usne Abbu ko...," I gulped my tears threatening to fall. "Chor yaar mein bhi kya batein leke beth gayi hoon. Tu baat karegi ya nai merese?"

No reply.

One year later...
Two years later...
Three years later...

Okay sorry, I'm overeacting but what do I do with this stubborn child. I shook my head thinking how can she be this stubborn. Itni zidd agr meine apni Amee ko dikhayi hoti to mujhe to chappal se maarti woh. Just the thought of Amee made me sad and angry.

"Theek hai na baat karo! Kab se tera mood theek karne ki koashish karai hoon! Ab to mein bhi nai karoongi!" With that, I shook my head and started walking towards the stairs when the door from her room opened. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen as if she'd been crying for a while.

"Yaar tujhe pata hai mein kitna worried thi?!" I said crossing my arm and walked towards her. She said nothing and stood still tears falling down her cheeks.

"Yaar tujhe sach mein hindi ya urdu ati haina? Ya mein aise hi bhonki jarai hoon???!" I barked at her and all I got was silence. I rolled my eyes and walked close to her and held her hand. I wanted to give her a hug and tell her everything will be okay but I also didn't want to give her false hope.

What surprised me was she hugged me and that too, tight. I think she really needed someone to comfort her at the moment. I hugged her back and held her close to me, rubbing her shoulders and her back. "You should let it all out. You know why?" I asked her.