"Jo Zahir karna pade vo dard kaisa...or jo dard na samajh sake vo hamdard kaisa"
"We are not looking back" he said as he held her hand gripping it tighter among this lit up dark night..
He sat on the floor of his room completely shattered, his eyes burned with pain while his head ached with the amount of burden it felt on itself, it was like boulders of suffering being loaded on it, his mind wandered on thoughts of Sammy, he smiled at his happy face, his entire being cried for his presence, to see his happy jolly self playing around again, his fateful end still shook his soul out of him, he could still feel goosebumps as memory of chills of that afternoon crept over his broken self, he shuddered as he felt his mother's remorsed lifeless life beaming with happiness almost pleading him to live the worst moment of his life this morning, he could hear echo of wrathful screech of his soul tearing apart as Shehnaaz's disappointed pale face flashed before his eyes, he took out the collected black beads holding them in his hand as his tears streaked on them, while he relived horror of the moment she broke it, she loved it so much that he almost would question her obsession with it, how much would have she killed herself to assemble strength to break it he wondered..he wondered how could she everytime put a rock on her heart to embrace the reality and be a bigger person..he knew why she was doing it, it was for the same reason she did it 7 years ago, she broke her own family to save his..
She sat scattered on the floor, she felt a sheer weight of broken dreams, a broken house shattered upon her, her entire being collapsed in tearing herself apart from him, it was like history repeating itself in worst way she could have comprehended...it took her entire self to build up her entirety brick by brick in these last seven years, and then he came and gave it a home only to shamble it when she learnt to live in it...she did not know if she had in it her to build herself again, she felt so weared out of the pain, of the soundless sorrow that echoed in her, a faint sense of compunction washed over her as she recalled the moment she broke her..her thread which she loved more than herself, a thread she held onto even when she did not physically possessed it, gloom overcame her and she just sat there staring at the wall with his portrait blankly, she had no tears left to cry while she felt numb to react, normally every time in moments like these she would run and embrace it, she would hug it as if it was him, her soul let out another screech when she felt a bile rising up in her at mere thought of it now, she felt a hot rush of loathing to her own self as she hugged her knees tight recalling the very moment she called herself his mistre..she could not get her mind to say that again, she could not, she felt like it..and that painful thought flooded her entire being..She sat on the floor till she doesn't know how long ,when she heard doorbell breaking her out of stream of thoughts and reminiscences, a gush of whiteness spread across her cheeks as she heard repeated sounds of doorbell, Samar her mind told her, his name echoed in her mind as she wiped her face in an instant, she got up in a swift motion rushing towards the door , when her elbow striked something breaking it in a million pieces as a shiver ran down her spine quivering to look at his potrait, his potrait which was her companion for 7 years break down to trillion pieces, her heart fluttered with vague terror as she heard the pieces of glass breaking in this deafening silence of the moment, she stood eyeing her years of compassion trampling down, eyeing it with frosty calm till every piece spread across the floor, she heard a childish yell bringing her back of her reverie, she turned around taking big steps as she quickly opened the door to see Samar immediately running into her and hugging her waist.."I was scared Maiya..where were you.." he said in a baby voice digging his face into her waist..
"Mai yahi thi bacha..vo bas mumma kam kar rhi thi" she said wiping her face with one hand as she run her hands in his hair rubbing his back, calming him or maybe herself...she turned around not meeting his eyes as he broke the hug, she walked towards the kitchen while Samar followed her, he looked at the broken portrait on the way and he was taken aback, "Maiya ye kaise tuta" he asked innocently..
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