Fated

Chapter - 29-wounds

"Aiza slept. But are you sure love that she will be okay alone? " Hamid asks, closing the room door behind him.

"Yes, Hamid. Don't worry she likes sleeping in her own room like a big girl. "  I assure him. While I am busy fixing the bedsheet on the bed.

We only stayed one night in Ami's house. Hamid had somehow arranged a house for us. So they spent most of the day moving my and Aiza's things into this house. Hamid didn't want us to stay in a house that Zunair had paid for. I also had Hamid's stuff, which I could never throw away. So I also bought it into this house.

"Love, could you please take out my clothes for sleeping. " Hamid says, in a tone which could surely melt ice in seconds.

" Yeah, I took out clothes for you. " I tell him, getting up from fixing the bed.  I retrieve his shirt and pyjama bottoms from the corner of the room.

I head towards him, placing the clothes on the side I start to undo the first button on his collar shirt.

" What are you doing love? "

" Helping you, because you clearly need help." I tell him, eyeing his hand which had a cast placed on it.

"Please don't love. You won't like what you will find. " Hamid begs the, closing his eyes and placing his hands on mine which rests near his shirt collar.

" Well that's for me to decide." I tell him.

Giving up, Hamid let's his arms fall to the side.

One by one I unbutton his shirt all the way. Then I split it open.

Unable to stop myself I let out a gasp.

His once beautiful carved chest is now covered with scars. Some old, yet some still healing. Some are faint, while other are so dark that I can't imagine what could have caused it.

" Hamid ,does it hurt?" I ask, tracing my hands around the scars as water starts to collect in my eyes.

" These scars you see love, don't hurt.  The ones that hurted me are the ones you can not see. That Danish had recorded your screams when you thought I was dead. He would play those sounds again and again. I would beg him to stop. I would accept any kind of punishment just so he would stop playing your cries. Your cries and shouting ripped my insides in ways you can't imagine.

The pain from these scars were my escape, anything to stop them from playing from your voice which was pure agony for me. " Hamid says, wrapping his hands around me. 

A tear escapes down his face and then my own tears start to stream down.

I have never seen him cry, never knew this vulnerable side of him.

"Zunair, Danish and whoever did this will surely pay for this. Allah will decide their eternity. " I tell him, with faith.

Yet my blood seems to be boiling with anger. If they were here right now, I will not be able to hold myself back for what they have done to my Hamid. I would want to scratch off their skin and do much more to avenge Hamid.

Hamid could probably feel these vibrations off me, because he brings his hands to my face.

" Love, it's not our place to take matters into our own hands. We have faith in Allah and that he is enough." Hamid makes me understand.

Then with his hands he closes my eyelids, knowing that I will not be able to take in any more of those scars and wounds of his.

After a few minutes I feel his lips wiping tears off my face. I snap my eyes open to find myself lost in those eyes ;that I never thought I would ever see again.

Hamid is now dressed in the shirt and pyjama bottoms, looking so irresistible.  I pull his face down from my cheeks to my lips.

He doesn't wait at all. His lips claim mine. We kiss again and again, trying to fill the longing after being apart so long.

We cling to each other hungrily, I find my back hit the bed. But our kiss dose not break.

Sensations of pleasure run along my body, lighting me up like the fourth of July.

But we finally pull apart, trying to catch our breath.

" Love, you complete me in ways you can't imagine. " Hamid tells me, still breathing hard against my lips.

His hands travel up to my hairs, taking off the clip , he lets my hair down. I watch his eyes widden with suprise. My hairs which use to reach my hips now bearly reach up to my elbows.

" Love, why did you cut your hair? " Hamid asks, pulling me on top of him.

" When I thought you were dead Hamid. I went into a really dark place.

Ami, Daddy and Bhaiyha bought me home. But I spent most of my time locked in my room.

I wouldn't eat anything,  I was so miserable that I just wanted god to take me away. It was too much for me, I was ready to embrace death.

Then there were my long hairs, which you loved and use to comment on.  They were a constant reminder of you. I thought that maybe if I cut it off, just maybe I will forget about you.

I was sitting in the kitchen and the idea occurred to me. I grabbed the scissors and chopped my hairs. Ammi and Aisha tried to stop me but it was too late, the damage was done. " I tell him.

" Love, I am so sorry you had to go through this. " Hamid comforts me,bringing me close and placing a kiss on my forhead.

" The only reason I survived was because of the gift you left me, which blossomed into Aiza. I had to live on for her. She was my saviour." I tell him.

" Love, I am so glad you had Aiza to help you throughout. But I just whish that you didn't have to go through this at all. If I could take all the pain in the world to sheild you from that dark time I would do that in a flick of second." Hamid informs me.

We spend the night talking, trying to fill the gaps of these many months we were apart. It would take time to fill in the memories, but one day we will get there together.