Broken

Aching Hearts

It was all dark around. The only illumination in the room was of the lights that were fit around the pool. The condition of the room was as if there had been some serious fight here. The books were lying on the floor with pages all torn. There were tiny shreds of glasses all around. It seemed all the objects meant to beautify were purposely shattered to pieces. On one corner there were almost 20 alcohol bottles piled up, some broken into half and some stained with blood. In the entire room if there was one thing that stood untouched was a vase. A vase that perhaps was priced more than anything in the world.

In the centre of that worn out room, there lay a man, a small tiny figure, curled up. The hair was disheleved and the entire appearance was shabby. It seemed he hasnt moved since days. If you would take one look at him your heart would break into pieces. Pity. Pity is the right word. Something he had despised all his life. He lay there lifeless, eyes wide open and tears dripping down. He was blankly staring at the ceiling perhaps unaware of the tears or his body. His body seemed more of someone who had been beaten to death and has been left to succumb to death. The body was severly wounded. Not a single patch of the body appeared without wound. Some seemed to have been inflicted upon days back. Those wounds had turned dark red due to blood clot. Some seemed fresh with blood oozing out.

However, none of this seemed to have an affect on him. He was quiet. He had been quiet for days. He couldnt feel himself anymore. If you look at him, you would never believe it was Sahir Azeem Chaudhary, the one who was feared. Now he was just some broken man who was fighting a lost battle. His heart ached. Everytime that face appeared before his eyes, he felt like killing himself but hasnt he already tried that?

Sahir had never thought that he would be so helpless. The external appearance of Sahir was the one who could tear someone into pieces. He appeared cold, heartless and ruthless. It was because he wanted to portray himself like that. Nobody knew that inside deep seated was a broken little child looking for help, somebody who craved for love. However, everytime he tried, he was pushed back. Sahir lost the only support of his  life when his mother passed away. His father got married again. It turned out exactly like he thought. He was hated and loathed. He became the target of all more hatred when he was chosen as an heir to his father's business empire or rather crashing business empire. Overcoming all odds, Sahir single handedly brought name and status back to Saiyaara. It was then that Aarzoo walked into his life. He thought finally, things would change. Everything will be perfect but alas! Perfect never existed in his world. The day he lost Aarzoo , he lost everything. Every single day he would pray for death .

Then one fine day, destiny brought Zoya in his life. No matter how much he resisted, she fixed him. That child inside was finally smiling. He thought perhaps he was destined to meet Zoya that's why he was still alive. Sahir thought no matter how much he tried, he wouldnt die, not now but he was wrong. The day he said those words to Zoya, he died a thousand deaths. What remained now was a lifeless man who was still breathing.

Zoya never tried contacting him after that. Months passed but she never did. Everyday he would check his phone for one message or one call but it never came. Why would it? Didnt he himself send her away. Obviously Sahir didnt know what Zoya felt for him. According to him, for Zoya, Sahir was his friend, somebody she trusted. If only Sahir was wise enough to take hints, he would have known that he meant the world to her. He would have known that what those words did to her. He would have known that he left her broken.

Just like every other day, he checked his phone. That was when he landed into one of his voicemails.  It was from Linda. It was strange because he has strictly asked her or anyone else from the office not to call. Saiyaara was temporarily under the control of their biggest share holder and closest business associate. It was a risk but nothing seemed to matter to Sahir. Not anymore. He pressed the voicemail button.