A string of events that led to both of them meeting each other.
Aina dreamt of forever with this stranger she met whereas Amaan just wanted revenge...
and he succeeded but with consequences..
He fell in love with Aina along the way, and it killed h...
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3 YEARS LATER
Aina's POV
I am sitting in the lounge chair in the lawn and thinking.... Thinking about everything....... About how my life was normal, without any complexities before I met Amaan. How I trusted my Agha-jaan and how we were the perfect duo, full of happiness and light
"And i guess it is true that you cannot truly know a person's intentions even if you have spent your whole life with them."
Slowly all of Agha-Jaan's curtains fell. If it hadn't been for Amaan, I would have never found out the truth.... Because my damn father had an impressive way of cleaning up after making a huge mess.
But everyone makes mistakes and Agha-Jaan's mistake was that he overlooked Amaan's presence the day he murdered his family. And so was born a rival and a string of events that led to a fire he could not extinguish, a fire that burnt down his whole world until nothing was left but his mistakes and past choices in the form of ashes.
"But no matter how much things burn, the ashes always remain as a remnant of their past."
"Aina beta! Tum yahan bheti ho aur main toh tumhe dhoondte hue poora ghar chaan dala!!" Bua jee says in between breaths. She looks so tired and yet she is taking care of me when it should be the other way round. "Aina tum sun rahi ho na...." She says and waves her hands infront of my eyes snapping me out of my chain of thoughts. "Umm kuch nahi Bua jee." I say hastily before she starts asking any more questions which I am sure I would not like to answer. "Kuch toh hai beta!", I love how she cares for me but sometimes I wish I was alone so I wouldn't feel obligated to share and stress her out. Waise bhi unpe already aur bhot cheezon ki pareshaaniyan rehti hain. "Nahi, nahi... Kuch bhi toh nahi hai!" I plaster on a fake smile hoping she will believe the smile on my face and not look for the misery and hurt in my eyes. "Acha chalo maine maan liya ke tum kuch nahi sooch rahi thi magar phir tum yahan pe kyun ho" she gives me a knowing smile letting it slide, sometimes I wonder if my mother was alive would she do the same?. "Bus aise hi thandi hawa ka maza le rahi thi aur sunset enjoy kar rahi thi. Waise bua jee aap bhi kabhi yahan aaya karein bara sukoon mile ga aapko inn paharon ke nazare aur dariya ke shor se." "Bus tum muskurati raho mera sukoon issi mein hai. Tum khush ho toh main bhi khush hoon. Maa toh bus beti ki khushi main hi khush hojati hai." She sits down beside me with her hand caressing my hair. Her stroking my hair remind me of whenever Agha-Jaan used to caress me while I slept or when his love for me was overflowing. This gesture also reminds me of Amaan, of how he used to keep his hand over my head and stroke my hair till I fell asleep.
"Those memories are beautiful as much as they are painful.
I cherish them sometimes even though they stifle me with their presence.
Because they both have used me in the name of love."
"Waise Bua jee aap mujhe purre ghar main kyun dhoond rahi thi?" I try steer the conversation into a lighter atmosphere. "Arre haan mujhe yaad aaya! Woh zara tumhare liye kesi ka phone aya tha................" I interrupt her, "Amaan ka???" and as soon as the words leave my mouth I regret them, Bua jee gives me another knowing smile and shakes her head no. "Nahi, nahi Amaan ka nahi tha. Kisi ka tumhare liye Karachi se phone aaya tha landline pe. " "Lekin kon? Karachi main toh main kisi ko nahi janti, infact main toh kabhi Karachi gayi hi nahi."
