aurore - an unusual love story √

part eighty eight

Humaira Raichand saw her world crumple into pieces.

Tiny, tinier, tiniest.

The woman who stood right in front of her, was supposed to have borne her for nine long months, given birth to her, raised her for one long year, and then left her behind, with the best people of her life.....

The woman, who stood right before her welling up eyes, was supposed to be her Dadda's one love, who abandoned him at his most vulnerable hours, not only that, who had a child with him, but did not let him know of the same, for eighteen long years...

The woman who stood inches away from her, was supposed to be the purest relation any human on earth could look forward to, the mother...but supposedly, who was someone else's mother now, someone who had her Dadda's blood, and had every right to claim his love.....while already having his mother's....

While streams flowed down through her eyes, all she did was keep mum, and stare at her Dadda, who seemed to have stopped existing, glueing his eyes to the very woman he still spent sleepless nights for, and who stared back at him too, with thousands of unspoken words in her eyes.

And the boy in front, who supposedly knew everything, stood as expressionless as a stone.
Humaira could not decide what emotion he demanded from her, extreme hatred, extreme anger, or....just nothing at all...

Yet, amongst every motionless living creature that stood in the room, she was the first to break the silence....

" Dadda......

She is back..... 

Not only that, she has brought along your blood.

Aren't you happy....after eighteen long years? Finally? " , her voice cracked to extents she could not recover from.

Jai Prakash Raichand's trance broke into pieces. Her words echoed through his brains. He looked at his daughter, and then......at the boy who stood before him.

The boy, who was supposed to be...his son....
The boy, who was supposed to bear his genes, his DNA, his chromosomes.

The boy, whose mother, he had loved so passionately, to not get over her loss even after eighteen long years.
And the boy, of whose existence, he knew nothing of.....for the same period of time.

The woman, who stood right next to him, who had grown only more beautiful, but who had a pair of eyes that screamed she was still desperately, vehemently in love with him, was supposed to be the same, who had abandoned his love eighteen years back....just because she was much, much stronger than him.....

The same woman was supposed to have raised his child, single handedly, without a single information to his ears, to a confident, intelligent young man, who held nothing but disregard for his father, over a long span of two hundred and sixteen months....

Jai found his head twirl.
He grabbed the table.

Humaira watched him stumble, but did not run upto him, unlike all these while, all these...years.

Why would she?
Did he need her anymore?
With the one he really needed, standing right before his eyes?

Sonara Parvez wished to grab his hand, hold him tight, and hug him till the last breath.

But all she did, was stand still....
All she did was shower thousands of emotions down the sockets called eyes, that however helped in no way than make her heart heavy with every passing second.

The vividly beautiful girl, that stood right before her eyes, was the same she had run away with in her womb, to show her the light of the world.

She was the same, Sonara had given birth to, enduring every physical and mental pain that came across her way, had raised to the loveliest child on earth till one.