Liquidated

Chapter 4

Present Day.

Mirha was deeply grieved by hearing his triggering experience at such a young age. The man sitting infront of him was all grown up now yet she still felt her heart break for him.

She looked out of the window and realized that it was dark since 2 or 3 hours now. He had opened up about the most traumatizing moments of his life to her. She felt an unknown burden on her heart which she was planning to let go of by cheering him up.

"I am starving and I also know a really nice restaurant nearby. Care to join?" She smiled at him.

"Sure." He obliged.

It was a soft and calm place with a very warm environment. He pulled a chair for her like a real gentleman, just as she was about to sit.

"What would you like to have?" The waiter came rushing towards their table.

"A Chicken Steak for me please." They said at the same time, looked at each other astonished and then broke out into laughter.

"You first." Hamza offered.

As soon as the waiter left, she begun the conversation.

"So, after all this time how did you end up here in London?"

"Actually I did my MBA from the University of Manchester, UK. And then I moved here and got a lot of offers from various Multi National companies. And now I work with  AVIVA." He mentioned one of the most famous multi national companies of London.

"You mean the St.Helen's?" She was totally amazed by his achievements.

"Yup." He casually answered.

"Woah! I must admit that's huge."

"Thankyou." He smiled at her.

"So, when did you move to London?" He asked her.

"My family moved to London when I was only 4. And I've never been to Pakistan ever since." She explained.

"Why?" He got a little curious.

"Because my Mom has her job here and she never even had a speck of patriotism for her country so..."

"And what about your dad?"

"My parents are divorced." She stated.

"Ohh, I...I am really sorry." He felt saddened by this.

"No no, its ok. Lets just say my parents were never really made for each other." She tried to light up the conversation again.

"So, your parents never had a stable relationship?"

"Nope, super dys-functional family." She chuckled. "But my mother is a very strong woman, an inspiration for me and my sister. Even when my dad divorced her, she put herself up together for us and handled her kids and her job perfectly. She is the Editor in Chief of 'Sparkle' magazine."  She took a name of the most famous magazines of UK.

"She must be a very strong woman." He noticed the spark in her eyes at the mention of her mother.

"Yup. You know when I was a child, I used to write my thoughts out and she used to sneak into my cupboard and read them when I was at school. It was my mother who encouraged me to be a writer." Her smile said it all.

"Born a writer huh?"

"Haha, yes. And you? Born for business?" She asked.

"It was my parents who saw the potential in me. After what I had been through, I had no plans for my future.  The wish of studying ahead, planning for future had died in me. But...my parents were the one who brought me back in the light from the dark or else I would'nt be sitting infront of you like this." His smile grew deeper as a dimple appeared on his right cheek.

Mirha looked at him carefully and felt really amazed by him inside. He had been through hell and yet he still gained so much success. They finished their dinner and talked about each other. The relation called friendship had already been developed between them.

They were walking down the snowy street, and he was holding his crutch in his hand and walked with it.

"So I'll see you tomorrow evening Miss Mirha, then we'll continue." 

"Please, call me Mirha." Her nose was all red from the snow as she smiled at him.

"See you tomorrow Mirha." He left.

He turned around and started walking towards his appartment. Mirha Sikander was a new chapter in his life and he had already developed quite a comfortable relationship with her.

He entered his appartment and saw the one wish that he had fulfilled within the past few years. His violin. He always wanted to learn how to play and he did, infact it helped him put his feelings out by playing it.

Hamza opened his violin case and took the violin and cello bow out. As the bow collided with the strings, he played the melody of "The Angel of the Heart" and closed his eyes. Imagining all the moments he had spent with his friends. All those memories that he cherished since the past few years. He imagined his friends in Heaven, happy and contented. It was all he ever wanted. He wanted his loved ones to be delighted.

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Decided to take a break from the flashbacks. So, have you guys decided a ship name yet?

How about (Hamza+Mirha)= Mirza?

Oh and do listen to "The Angel of Heart" violin melody. Its amazing.

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