Play of Fate

Chapter 15

    مرشد!
               کہانی پھر لکھی جائے-
   
    مرشد!
               بے وفائی اب ہمیں بھی کرنی ہے-
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He dragged me up with his hand tightly holding onto my wrist. The car ride was filled with silent tension with car going above the speed of hundred and forty. My heart kept thumping fast. My body twitching.
The sweaty palms clutching on front of saree. Eyes wide open.

I was nearly assaulted or worse was going to. My head couldn't think. It was cloudy with different emotions. Anger over everything, Jealousy of seeing the model with him, Fear of what could have transpired and depression from all these days. It was all I could feel.

I was dragged in to our room and he loosened his grip throwing me on bed before he locked the door.

"Tumhara dimag kharab hai. (Are you out of your mind?)"

I felt rage. So much anger that it was difficult to hold it in. I leapt on my feet.

"Mein pagal hogaye ho. (I have gone mad.)"

I yelled at him for the very first time.

"Apne mujhe pagal kardiya hai. (You have made me mad.)

I jabbed my index finger on his chest. He didn't react too shocked with my behavior to recover immediately. The anger was easily drenched as it came leaving helplessness in it's wake with tears clouding my vision.

I clutched the collar full of his shirt in my fists and shook him violently.

"Q? (Why?)"

I lowered my head down looking at floor suddenly feeling vacant of all the energy. The movements softened until they completely ceased while my one hand still clutched on his shirt while the other fell down tired.

"Mujhe pe to apne naqsh chordeye hai. (You have left your imprints on me.)"

I looked at him with unnerving gaze. A yearning so bad gripped my heart and my eyes mirrored ever bit of it. It felt like my heart was closed by a palm with fingers gripping on it keeping it encaged.

"Phir mujhe q ni chorne date. (Then why don't you let me.)"

"Main q ni ho yaha pe. (Why am I not here?)"

I pointed to where his heart rested. My voice hoarse. His brows were furrowed looking at me with searching gaze.

He took my hand and placed it on left side of his chest.

"Ap hai haha pe. (You are here.)"

I pulled my hand instantly like I was burned. The anger again raising again.

"Jhoot, jhoot jhoot bs kare ab. (Lie, lie lie. Stop it now.)"

"I have never lied to you."

"Acha agar ap jhoot ni bol rahe. To phir woh Kon hai? (All right if you aren't lying then who is she?)"

I clutched his collar again looking straight in those honey brown eyes. He had a dumbstruck look on his face.

"Kon hai Sara aur uska naam q neend me pukarte hai. (Who is Sara and why do you call her name in your sleep? )"