I’m awful about your name. I still jump when I hear it. I still feel it rattling somewhere in my stomach. I think I’m jealous of anyone that gets to say it because it’s not my right anymore. I’ll be standing in a supermarket and someone will casually brush past me, your name falling from their mouth like confetti. I’ll drop everything that I’m holding. My knees will wobble in the way they only did when I was with you. I’ll still remember the sound of your name from my mouth and I’ll have to start missing you all over again.
Ayesha's P.O.V
People say that time heals all wounds and that broken hearts are mended and mistakes are forgotten. They say time helps you to move on.
But why can't I?
Why does it hurt to think of him? It's been 5 years since I last saw him, heard his angelic voice and that melodious laugh of his which always made my knees weak.
"And here I announce to you, the 2nd ranker of our college, Villanova Institute of Medical Sciences... Ms. Ayesha Khan!"
I heard cheers from the crowd and felt so proud of myself and I bet even he would have been proud of me and even this was because of him as even a thought of him, a flicker of the memories that we made or the plans we had for future, hurt so much that I put all my focus in my studies.
He managed to make my life perfect even if he wasn't in it and this is who he was.
I still remember all the plans we had made. He would be an engineer and I would be a doctor and that would be our small little world where I was his princess and he would be my prince charming.
and I love him. I never stopped loving him. My heart and soul was taken by one person and when I left, I just couldn't take it back.
He must've forgotten me or at least hates me right now. He was ready to fight for me but I was too much of a coward. He told me he loved me and I walked away even though I loved him. I thought my feelings would burn out but if anything, they just intensified.
My train of thoughts is broken as Aidah nudges me and nods towards the stage but her expression changes as she sees a tear roll down my cheek.
"It's okay, ayesha. You finally did it." she says with tears in her eyes. Happy tears.
She thinks that I'm crying because I'm happy but why can't anyone see I'm broken from inside? that every cell in my body is screaming one name. the one name which will be my undoing.
I mustered up all the strength I had in my body and walked off to the stage and gave her a tight smile. When from inside, the only thing I can do is cry. I slowly got up and walked to the stage in my light blue abaya with my black graduation gown over it. It might look stupid, but hey, there in no chance that I'm going to remove my abaya.
I go on to the stage with my held high because I know, if he were here he would have definitely wanted me to be proud of myself and that's what I'm going to do.
I'm going to try and be happy for his sake only because he always told me that tears never suited me.
So, I take the certificate from Mr. Williams and face the crowd. I can see Aidah, my parents and my brother with his wife Zeba and their two year old son Zaid smiling ear to ear with admiration in their eyes.
I put on the best fake smile I could because I was searching for that one familiar face in the crowd that I knew, I would never see but still that didn't stop me from hoping.
I got off the stage and I'm quickly pulled into a tight embrace by all my family members. My mumma was crying and smiling at the same time which didn't make sense. My father was trying to keep his cool guy facade on but failing miserably as I could see his eyes glistening up.
As the day proceeded, the graduation was finally over and we left for home.
We sat in Uncle's house where my dad was boating about my achievements where my mom was continuosly having emotional fits and even my brother was smiling and looked at me with pride.
Tonight, my aunt and mom decided to have a feast with my favourite dishes. I volunteered for help but today's the day I get to be the princess with everyone at my service.
I sat in my room staring at my certificates and all I could wish for was him to be here. I know it sounds crazy and that I should move on but some how my heart's just not ready. It clings on to an image of what we were and every night in my dreams, I see the story of us.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and I see my brother walking in. He came and sat next to me giving me a side hug.
"I'm very proud of you, Truly, I'm so damn proud of you."
I feel a genuine smile coming on my face and my thoughts drift away from him.
"Thanks, Bhaijaan!" I smile.
"I know it must hurt you but I'm proud of you for staying strong." He says giving my shoulders a tight squeeze.
My head shot up at him as if it were a knee-jerk reaction and my eyes widened in surprise.
"Wh-What?" I mentally curse myself for stuttering as it always gives me away.
"Don't think I missed all the fake smiles you gave. But I promise, you will be better now."
"How?" I asked desperately.
Was he trying to tell me something? Is 'he' coming back?
"Abba and ammi feel that it's a good idea for you to get married."
Immediately my heart falls.
"Marriage?"
I can't get married to someone. For five years I've been holding onto the fine thread of hope of getting married to him and how can bhaijaan even suggest this, if he knows what I'm going through?
"Bu-But why-y?" I stutter.
"See, Ayesha. You're a grown up now and almost completed your education. According to Abba, you can do you post graduation later that is, after getting married. But he's firm on his decision. He wants you to get married." He said and left the room.
I fall back on my bed. Marriage? To some random guy?
What about him?
He must've moved on, Ayesha. Who are you kidding? It's been five years. Five long years, he didn't see you. Allah knows where is he, what is he doing and how is he. He must be married having a pretty wife. It hurts so much to think of him!
*Flashback*
"I want to get married to Ranbir Kapoor, you know." I said dreamily.
"I'm way better than him." He said flipping through the pages of his Chemistry textbook.
"Ohhh puh-lease." I rolled my eyes.
Apparently, we are sitting in a mall trying to do organic chemistry.
"Teach me SN1 and SN2 mechanisms please?" He asked.
"No, later please. I'm so bored. Let's talk about my marriage." I clapped my hands in excitement.
He gave up, closed his textbook and looked at me.
"Okay, so how about I get married to Arjun Kapoor?" I squealed.
"No." He said.
"What a dry reply."
"How about you get married to-"
"Siddharth Malhotra?" Before he could finish off I completed the sentence for him.
"Talk something realistic." He rolled his eyes.
"I want to get married to a panda." I smiled cheekily.
"You want to marry yourself?" He started laughing and I threw all the possible stationary in my pouch at him.
"Don't offend me."
"Ayesha Khan gets offended?" He sighed dramatically.
I stuck my tongue out and we both started laughing.
"Hey, on a serious note. What if we both get married?" He asked cocking an eyebrow.
My cheeks flushed pink. He's not supposed to ask me such questions !
"Lalalalalalalalla. Someone is blushing." He winked.
"NO!" I replied.
"You know, we'll have a big house In sha allah and we'll paint our room blue, okay? And we'll leave one wall of the room vacant for our drawing and-"
"What about helium baloons?" I questioned and regretted immediately.
"Someone is equally interested."
"Nooooooo!" I hid my face with my hands out of embarrasment.
He started laughing and teasing me.
"Why do you talk about these topics when we meet. It-It's weird."
"I love to see you blush. It's so cute." He said in a girly tone.
I threw the remaining pouch also at him.
Typical Jerk.
*End of Flashback*
How I miss these days and how I miss his cockiness. I wonder how is he right now? I hope wherever or however he is, Allah keeps him happy and safe.
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