Liquidated

Chapter 11

Listen to Coldplay's 'A Sky Full Of Stars' for this chapter.

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Mirha looked outside the window, gazing at the stars. Looking at them, she always felt an unknown satisfaction. As if someone was calling her, saying her name.

"God must be an artist." She wondered to herself. The sky was portraying the picture of a blanket knitted with shiny stars. Like a kid, she smiled and became somewhat excited looking at them. During the most difficult 3 weeks of her life, Mirha felt happy and contented. She decided to call Hamza again. Clinging on to the hope of him receiving her call.

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Hamza was sitting in his terrace looking at the sky. "The sky must look like this in London too." He wondered to himself. When suddenly his phone began to ring. It was Mirha. Looking at her name flashing on the mobile screen, he smiled and pressed the receive button.

"Hello?" She said from the other side of the call. Oh, how much he had missed hearing this voice.

"Hi." He finally answered.

"Where have you been? I was trying to call you since so many days but you didn't answer. Are you ok? How is your dad?" She bombarded him with questions. Concern could easily be spotted in her voice.

"He is no more Mirha. My dad has passed away." Hamza's voice became more faint.

It took a few moments for Mirha to process what he just said. She felt really really saddened and grieved for him. He had already lost so much in his life. He did not deserve this. Mirha could understand the absence of a parent.

"I...I am really sorry for your loss Hamza. Believe me, I can't put it in words." Mirha offered her condolence.

"You know my father was my best friend. He always encouraged me to do my best. He was my insipiration, my guide and my hero. He always used to say:

"Hamza, never ever lose hope at any point of your life. Not only it is a sin, but also a very cowardly thing to do."

"He was the one who sent me to Manchester so I could study more as well as gain my confidence. He always pushed me to do my best. That I could always score an A instead of a B in any exam." Hamza chuckled with tears.

"You once a got a B?" Mirha was surprised.

"Hypothetically speaking." Hamza smiled and sniffed.

"I wish I could be there with you. But whenever you need to talk, I am always here." Mirha said.

"Thankyou Mirha. I cannot thank you enough for all that you have done for me. You have been a great friend. And I am so grateful that I met you." Hamza genuinely thanked her.

"You are always welcome." They talked some more and then hung up.

Hamza laid on his bed and wondered about her. He really liked her and decided to talk to his mother about her as soon as possible.

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"Ammi? Are you busy?" Hamza knocked on the door of his parents' room.

"No beta. I was just taking out your father's clothes to donate them somewhere." His mother politely said. It had been almost a month since his father passed away.

"Actually I wanted to talk you." Hamza sat down.

"What is it? I am listening." His mother sat beside him.

"There's a girl, Mirha. She lives in London. She is a writer. I wanted her to write my biography. I met her a few months ago." Hamza began to tell his mother.

"No need to continue. I can see it in your eyes." His mother smiled at him. "My son, I am your mother. I heard you talking to her a few days ago. I know that you love her. But I am so glad you talked to me about her first."

"How do you always know what I am about to say?" Hamza was truly not expecting his mother to say all this. "I really love her and I want to go and tell her all this. But I also don't want to leave you alone. I am this close to the life that I always wanted but I am scared, what if she rejects me? What if she doesn't feel the same way I feel about her?" He poured his heart out.

"You don't worry about me. If my son is happy, I am happy. Just go and tell her. When one love's someone, they should not hide it. Confess it before its too late." His mother adviced him.

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Mirha was watching tv when suddenly she heard the doorbell. She looked at the clock, it was 11 pm. Who could it be at this time? She went to the door and opened it.

He was standing right there, that same warm smile on his face. Mirha was so shocked to see him that she didn't anything.

"Aren't you gonna invite me in?" He asked.

"Yea...yeah. Come in." She stammered.

He entered. "Would you like something to eat?" She asked.

"No, its ok." He smiled.

"So, when did you come back? I thought you were gonna stay in Pakistan now." Mirha was actually surprised.

"I came back this morning. I was not gonna stay in Pakistan. My work, my house is here. And most of all you are here." He smiled, looking straight into her eyes.

"I..I am gonna make us some coffee." She got up when suddenly he held her hand.

"Wait." He held her hand and put a ring in her finger.

"Hamza..this..this is.." She was not able to say anything.

Totally opposite to her expectations, he got down on his knees, held her hand and began to say.

"Mirha Sikander, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met in my life. I want you to know that I love you. I love you for the human being that you are. Not only because you are the most smart, beautiful and a very talented woman. You are my first and surely you are going to be my last." He finally confessed to her.

"I have been wanting to say this since the day that I saw you but Mirha Sikander, will you marry me?" He proposed.

Mirha was completely taken aback by all this. Her eyes filled with tears remembering the most painful last month of her life. She was so happy that she was not able to say anything. Approval. Rejection. Anything.

Noticing the tears in her eyes he said, "Now either you are gonna run for the hills or say yes. But if you ask me, I suggest the latter." His smile grew deeper.

"Yes." She finally approved. Hamza felt as if the stars aligned. The woman who was the love of his life was standing infront of him, smiling at him.

He got up and hugged her, she hugged him back, inhaling the scent of his cologne. Hamza felt like the most happiest man in the world. His life had been really tough on him but he could not help but admit that Mirha Sikander was the best thing ever happened to him.

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So the Mirza Ship has finally sailed. Let me know your reviews in the comments below. And no this is NOT the end. But you can say this book is coming to an end. 😭 Next chapter out soon cheers!

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