Her Memories Calling Him...

• Prologue •

Years have passed by and they no longer knew each other's whereabouts neither how their lives have changed. But it was worth trying, worth taking the risk that day.

With a trembling hand, he dialed the old land phone number of her house that he had written in his pocket diary since the time he can remember.

A telephone conversation holds a thousand memories together and who better than him knew how true is that. Together they have gone through the typical teenage phrase of getting used to mobile phones, calling each other past midnight, texting everything and anything which seemed alien during their parents young days. A tiny smile crept across his face, coming from deep inside his heart to light up his brown eyes as the memories washed over him.  

Taking a deep breath he looked out of the window, witnessing snow touching the ground ever so delicately. How he wished that she was with him in that moment, watching the snowfall in each other's presence. Her favourite season used to be Winter and now, he didn't know anything about her.

Please god, please be in my favor. I have been a fool all these years and I repent about what I have done. I've made a huge mistake in my life that day and I still regret about it. But I want to correct everything now, she used to say better late than never. I want to take this step. He prayed.

As he waited with bated breath, pressing the mobile phone to his ear, he heard the line being answered after a few rings. His body suddenly started feeling numb and he realized that it's time to face the reality.

"Hello?", it was a girl. A girl.

"Hello..? Is this... ah... the Siddiqui residence? Um... Mr. Waseem Siddiqui?"

He stuttered with nervousness and as he awaited a reply, he took a chair near the window.

"May I know who this is?"

The girl questioned him but her voice was calm. It isn't she, he knew it deep down or else it wouldn't have taken time for him to recognize her voice immediately. Her melodiously attractive voice. He needed some clarification.

"I'm sorry if I'm sounding rude but can you please tell me whether I'm calling the Siddiqui residence or not?" said he. "It's important for me to know.."

He crossed his fingers, closing his eyelids shut.

"Yes, this is but may I know who is speaking? Why is it important for you to know whether this is the Siddiqui house?"

He opened his eyes slowly at the revelation. He swallowed a lump in his throat and blinked away the tears from his eyes as a wave of emotions overpowered him.

"It's... is this by any chance, uh... Zoya Siddiqui, Waseem Siddiqui's daughter?"

He asked her, the question which could change everything. Let it be Zoya! He chanted a silent pray.

"No, I'm her sister Noor Siddiqui. How do you know my appi? Who are you?"

It wasn't the owner of the voice he wanted to hear but it was her younger sister, the chirpy Noor. His voice sharp and tight this time.

"Noor, it's me Aditya..."

"Aditya? I don't know anyone who has... Wait a second! What did you say your name is? Are you by any freaking chance.. uh.. Aditya Hooda from Mumbai, Harshwardhan Hooda's son?"

"Yes Noor, Aditya Hooda. Your sister's best friend. I don' think I can call myself that anymore, her Ex-best friend... "

He hoped for a positive response from Noor but he wasn't aware of their side of the story unfortunately.

"Oh my god!"

and the phone line went dead.

"Hello? Hello Noor! Hello..?"

He was shouting to thin air, in to a dead phone.

🌷 Sewwi 🌷

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My new book is published with the prologue and do give your valuable feedback as I keep updating. This is an Aditya & Zoya AU and few characters have been cut-off from the plot with regards to that. Hope you would enjoy the novel!