A week later.
RIZWAN'S POV:
Every thing was gone. She was gone. Leaving a whole in my heart. Bigger then she left at the first time. I really miss her but I am scared to say it aloud even to myself.
She was changed. Agreed. She had faint dark cirles underneath her eyes. But it didn't made her stop looking beautiful. Now that she is gone. I know we won't met or see each other. Ever. Ammi took promise from me. That I would never ever met her not even her shadow.
I have been so busy lately that I can't help. And since the last time ammi fainted she has been needing more attention and care from me. I have to run forth between her and office.
She didn't wanted to talk to me unless and until I fired her. But when I told her she already left, she was so happy. She really do care about me. The only reason she hate her is because she knew haniya will always hurt me. She is just protective.
"Sir" it was ray. Some of few employees are left. Some applied for a job here. Some will be to there respective in India.
"Yes ms.ray." I asked her as she stood in front of me.
"There was call from your old house in India. Someone tried to broke it. He has been caught on CCTV." Ray said and it made me crunch my face in confusion.Taking a deep breadth I asked her.
"How much did he took"."I don't know sir. The police had gave the number you must call them. Here." She said as she slide away the phone towards me.
"Hello officer. It's me. Rizwan khan here." After the talk. I discovered that he managed to take away 15 lakhs and some other stuff. The police are searching for him now.
What else is there. Life never fails to amuse me. Does it.
I was too tired now. I can't wait to go back home.
Driving back home I couldn't help bit think about her. Deep down it hurts me when I realize she'll be someday in someone else's arm. She'll be someone else wife. Would she love someone else the way she loved me. And would someone else love her the way I loved her. Would someone able to bribe her with chocolates. Specially white chocolate. Will I ever get a chance.
'You had. But you didn't took it.' My subconscious said to me. There's no use now of this. The time has gone. And I have nothing left behind with me.
"Ammi" I said as I saw people in the hall.
"Mr.faruq" I said as I got his full view as I got closer. He got up and shook hands with me."Rizwan sit." Ammi said as she patted a place beside her.
"We where just talking about you now" ammi said smiling.
Though my thoughts where all clear and suspicious I couldn't say them aloud."Yes. How you are handling all the business on your own. Which isn't easy." Mr.faruq said. I just nodded.
"By the way. Arshad also had half of the ownership in the company right." Mr.faruq said. Chachu left me with such a big responsibility. Even thought he knew that I wanted to make my own startup.
"Arey bhai sahab. You haven't taken anything. Why don't..." ammi began to change the topic but.
"Yes. And also ruksana. She wasn't that social. She never used to hang out with us." Mrs.faruq said."Where are recently..." mr.faruq asked.
They where hitting some sore topic and they didn't knew they where."Ammi. Abbu. You stop inquiring. Please tell rizwan too. What you decided..." it was nayla.
What have they decided. Wait.
"Oh yes. Rizwan. We have fixed the date of you engagement." Ammi said. I swear if I had the ability to mask my suprise I could have. But right now I was showing expressions which would depict how horrific I am feeling. Engagement. That's too big."Yes. Rizwan beta that too next week." Mrs.faruq said. I looked up at nayla who was being shy. I had no felling for her. I hope she doesn't have too much hope for this.
"Well. Your mother wanted to do it here. But we have all our family and friends over in India." Mr.faruq began but I zoned out.
The thought haniya would be in someone else arm is now questioning me would I hold someone else in mine.
Haniya. You presence and absence both mess my life up. I... I can't. I just can't. I have to talk to ammi about this. I never ever imagined anyone beside her.She is and will be my everything.
'But what about ammi. And things in the mazi. You can't face it. Nor can you run away from it.' My mind said.I quickly got up.
"I'll come" I badly excused myself and rushed up to my room. Locking the door. I opened my wallet. She was there smiling back at me. An tear escaped my eyes. It was her childhood photo. This photo never left me. Nor her memory. I remmber we where seven or ten when this photo was clicked.She onces had a fight with a guy double her size. Who took her doll and broke it. She then said her brother will punch him. But he was big and tall. I didn't punched him. Instead he pushed me in mud.
She was so freakish and crazy in her childhood. She even used to collect earthworm from the mud in the rain.
I was always there. We broke our first teeth together. We used to hide in night and steel the achar from the shelf. She used to love achar.
Her hairs. They where never in good condition. She liked them open. They where long. Choti ammi never trimmed her hair. Giving up choti ammi said if she would tie her hair she would cut them. Then what would she do. She came running to me. She asked "do you like long hair or short." I remmber answering her.
"Long" after that she never trimmed her hair. Never.I also remmber the night when we confessed each other.
"I always loved you. There's no one other except you haniya. You are mine. You'll always be mine. Forever."
I can't love anyone but her. Let alone marry...
I have to talk to ammi about this. I badly need to tell ammi. This nayla thing is not happening. Never.
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