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Koi Fariyaad
Chapter 15
Morning came with a massive headache to zain, he sat at the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee. That's it... he just sat there with that mug infront of him not bothering to sip it through his mouth, he just stared at the steam from the coffee going upwards in a slow.. wavy.. lazy way.
Last night he couldnt make his eyelids to close.. not for a single second. He tossed and turned on the bed.. wide awake and stared at the white ceiling above. Aaliya hugging sarah and sammy, sammy calling aaliya mommy... the scene kept replaying on and on in his mind.
At last he gave up when the clock read three o'clock in the morning, the last hours of darkness before sun rose up... zain found himself pacing in his room. Countless questions jammed his mind.. topping themselves with a number of thundering emotions.
Were sarah and sammy his children ?? Was he a father ?? The more he thought the more it hit again and again like a punch in his stomach. If it was true.. then he was a father since six years.. and he didnt even know.
Sarah and sammy were five years old twins and it was six years back... when they slept together before aaliya was gone. The calculations pointed at the same thing.. the thing that it was possible that they were his.
But then again... why aaliya and both of the kid's surnames were khan ?? He heard last night aaliya saying that herself to a cop when they were asking her some regular questions. That's when zain's head spinned with the horror... what if she had got married !!
Then he thought about sammy's resemblence with him, how creepily sammy and he shared so much similarities. What about that ?? And the pull he felt towards sarah ??
Seeing aaliya alive and in flesh and blood infront of him... zain was on cloud nine but that happiness was soon converted into tension and stress. What if she was married ? What If he couldnt bring her back in his life ? Forget bringing her back... what if she doesnt forgive him ? Hell.. even he couldnt forgive himself for everything he did to her.
He had to go away from there last night not because he was scared to accept that they were his, he was scared to.. if he got to know that they weren't his. That would break him.
Sarah and sammy were the two most adorable kids in the world... and his heart knew that he was falling in love with them... no matter how less times he met them.
As much as he wanted aaliya... he wanted sarah and sammy too in his life. He wanted the four of them to be a family.
But what was with this khan thing. If aaliya was married.. where was that heck of a husband ?? He hadn't seen him last night at the fire incident. Does he stay out too much ?? Or were they divorced ?? Or was he dead ??
At the wee hours of morning.. zain found himself standing in the balcony shirtless.. shivering in cold. But the outside pain of cold was helping him to cool down his mind a little.
It was when the sun was rising up.. zain went into the shower, he stood under the cold water for a long time. When he went before the mirror, he watched his eyes having darkrings around.. he looked disheveled and sick.
The first thing he did in the morning was to run to savanah's home and frantically knocking at her door, he hoped aaliya would open the door and she did. Aliyaa stood shocked for a moment before she suddenly slammed the door shut, zain knocked a few more times but this time the door didn't open. After standing in the porch for a long while zain came back, it was very early in the morning and aaliya was up. She might have also not slept well... zain thought. A hope raise in his chest.
And now he was sitting staring at the cold gone coffee.. so much similar to his cold gone guts. He was dying to find a way to talk to aaliya... and to ask her the questions that were killing him alive but so far he found himself in a dead block road... no rescue around.
Right then ayaan burged in through the door... opening it with his spare key. He stumbled in looking shit and was walking past the dining hall to the stairs.
Zain didnt look up, he didnt even realise. Ayaan was about to go upstairs when his eyes fell upon zain...
Ayaan: " Hey buddy.. whats up.. "
Looking up zain squinted his eyes, he took in ayaans appearance. Ayaan didnt return from the bar last night, might be a girl he met... zain thought.
Zain: " You got lucky last night... ? "
Ayaan sighed and took a sit on a stool beside zain.
Ayaan: " Yes and no.. "
Zain finally pushed the coffee mug away... untouched.
Zain: " Explain.. "
Ayaan placed his elbows on the counter in a thoughtful way...
Ayaan: " I met this really hot girl and went to her place... "
Zain raised a brow...
Ayaan: " She was hot man but... I passed out before the best part even started... "
A faint smile crept upon zain's lips. Ayaan now looked properly at zain.. he looked like a terrible scarecrow who was once a human.
Ayaan: " But what the hell is wrong with you... ?? "
Zain: " Aaliya... "
Her name came out of his mouth now with a smile. There was relief and stress both mixed in his expression.
Ayaan sighed sadly...
Ayaan: " Listen zain... how many times I have to make you understand that aaliya is .. she is no more, you have to move on... look at you... "
Zain: " Aaliya is alive ayaan... she lives at the house across the street infront of our's... "
There was so much hope sparkling in zain's face now, saying those words aloud made it dawn upon him.. that fate had brought her back to him and he was no way going to let her go away this time. He wouldn't let anything mess this for him... not even himself.
But first.. he needed some answers.
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Aaliya opened the door after checking out properly through the hole.. who it was. Earlier this morning she had opened the door abruptly like a fool and was greeted with zain's troubled.. eager face the first thing in the morning. Thankfully she quickly recovered from her thumping stupid heart and the initial shock.. and quickly closed the door without giving him a chance to speak. What did he want now ? Wasn't he done with his mission of ruining her ? He looked like he was killing inside... but she knew that it was all an act. Zain abdullah should never be trusted.
Barkat stormed in savanah's house and looked around searching for the kids. Aaliya followed behind her...
Aaliya: " Barqat... how come you are back now ? You were going to stay in new jersey for two more days... right ? "
Barqat: " Last night I called savanah aunty.. I was trying to reach you through the phone but you didnt pick up my calls. Thank god I got to know everything that happened, you should have told me aaliya... Now where are sarah.. sammy ? "
Pointing to the living room towards the couch where sarah.. sammy were writing down alphabets.. aaliya glared at savanah to the other direction who was busy making cookies.
Savanah caught aaliya's eyes and shrugged non chalantly...
Savanah: " Its just that.. barqat called and I might have said something about you and sarah stucking down in a room where... "
Aaliya moved away to the living room not wanting to listen anymore what savanah was still blabbering though there was no one in the kitchen now. She saw barqat giving tight hugs and kisses to both the kids.
Aaliya: " But.. you didnt need to... "
Barqat rolled her eyes waving her hand as if brushing away her words..
Barqat: " Nonsense... !! I am not just your friend aaliya.. your little sister, you said that.. remember... ? "
Aaliya couldnt help but smile with teary eyes. When six years back she had lost everything that was her... she found these awesome people... these magnificent relations in her life. Barqat also found an older sister in aaliya in this foreign country, barqat could never payback what many things aaliya had done for her.. helped her... supported her...
Barqat now said in a playful tone trying to cheer up the atmosphere a little...
Barqat: " And I already lost that client... so rest of the trip wasnt that much important huh... I am toh just glad that I got rid of that son of a ... "
Barqat couldnt complete as aaliya threw a cushion at her face, groaning when she looked up... aaliya was glaring at her...
Aaliya: " Dont curse... little ears are listening... "
Barqat just laughed when sammy innocently protested...
Sammy: " I dont have little ears mommy.. "
Sarah was already feeling her ears with her tiny fingers, she complained...
Sarah: " Mommy... my right ear is bigger than the left one... "
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It was almost nearing lunch time when aaliya and barqat cleaned up their house and moved the kids in. Only the guest room was not usable. The fire never really got to spread outside the room... thanks to the firemen.
Aaliya had already appointed workers to fix the wrecked side of the house, it would be like brand new in a week or so.
Slumping down on the couch aaliya threw her head back on the backrest and closed her eyes. It was a really hectic day, added to that was the long.. stressful.. sleepless night.
Jonathon had been understanding when she described everything over the phone and took the day off.
The bell rang and aaliya jumped up, she looked at the door with wide eyes.
Barqat: " Coming... "
Yelling barqat made a run for the door. Aaliya screamed in panic...
Aaliya: " Dont open the door barqat... stop.. "
Barqat paused right before the door.. her hand was upon the door handle. She made a puzzled face...
Barqat: " Why not ?? "
Aaliya was scared shitless, what if it was zain ?? Him being their neighbour had made the things even more complicated. She knew that she had to face him sooner or later, a very crucial talk was due. But aaliya couldnt help but hide from it.. from him as long as she could. Yes she was not that old... naive girl but a confident... strong woman, who had raised her two kids all alone and at the same built up a stable.. respectable career.
But facing her past demons was seeming like the most difficult thing than her six years of struggle.
Aaliya: " Just don't ... "
Aaliya said firmly.. hints of panic still lingering in her voice thought she tried hard to not let that show...
Barqat: " Whatever ... "
Aaliya turned around facing the other side.. holding her breath and praying.. it was not him. She almost fainted with relief when barqat squealed...
Barqat: " Yummy cheese pizzas... "
That was just a pizza delivery... aaliya slumped back down on the couch. Barqat carried the boxes to kitchen while saying...
Barqat: " Last night no one had dinner... those rotten foods in the waste bin proves that, we need to have a nice meal... specially you.. "
Aaliya: " We had dinner at savanah aunty's place... "
Barqat: " Well I know that... and this we means sammy and sarah ofcourse. I am sure you hadnt put any food in your stomach last night huh... Just look at your face... "
Aaliya didnt answer. The shock of facing zain after all these years was enough to kill her appetite.
There was a moment of silence after which barqat stormed down the room and sat on the sofa across aaliya.
Barqat: " Tell me whats going on aaliya. Tell me what the hell is bothering you... "
Aaliya opened her mouth but barqat hissed again...
Barqat: " And dont you dare say that it's the fire incident last night and you are still a bit shaken... I am definitely not going to take that shit of your excuse. So you better explain... "
Aaliya stared at barqat blankly, she had no options but to spill it out now. Otherwise barqat would just keep pestering her till she gets the truth.
So after aaliya had informed barqat about what had actually happened or who had actually happened... barqat was left with her jaw dropped to the floor in shock. And then slowly her shocked expression changed into a furious one.
Barqat: " That scum... "
Aaliya: " Dont curse barqat.. "
Barqat stood up abruptly and paced from one end to the other in the room. Then she stopped before aaliya suddenly with a dead serious face...
Barqat: " Dont worry aaliya... he has to go through me to reach you. Leave things in my hand... I know how to take care of that zain.. or cain. Let him come again... "
Aaliya: " But barqat.. you dont even know how he looks like... "
Barqat lifted her hand before aaliya.. a confident gesture to stop her...
Barqat: " I will just know when I see that piece of shit aaliya... you need not to stress over it. I got this... "
Aaliya frustratedly dropped her head back on the head rest when barqat had this evil smile on her face. She was determined to teach this zain guy... a lesson which would obviously make him run to the other direction. Let him come...
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Ayaan sat shocked after listening everything, it was unbelievable. Zain's elbows were resting on the litchen counter as he rested his throbbing head into his palms. His voice was like slow murmurs...
Zain: " There are so many things I want to say to her, show her that I am changed now, tell her that I.. I love her. And there are so many answers I need to know... but... "
At this moment zain's eyes became moist, he didnt want ayaan to see that so instead he closed his eyes.
Zain: " but... she doesnt want to see my face... she would even open that damned door... "
Zain's voice broke at the end as helpness of the situation made the ache even more painful. Now knowing that aaliya was so close.. just across the road... he was on the edge of his sanity.
Ayaan stood up determined...
Ayaan: " Dont worry zain.. just gather your shit together. I am going over there, I will try to make her understand.. and I hope she will be convinced... "
Zain's head snapped up in such a speed that he was sure it had made a low crack noise.
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After a good fifteen minutes of an argument with zain, ayaan was standing before aaliya's door. Pushing on the button beside the doorframe which anounced someone's arrival... ayaan brushed his hands over the hem of his jacket. He mentally rehearsed again.. what he was going to say to aaliya.. to at least make her talk to zain.. even for once. After that zain would have to take the situation to his own hands, besides.. obviously he would be standing and supporting zain.. What are friends for ??
Holding her breath... barqat looked through the small peep hole to see a handsome man nervously standing across the other side of the door. He was looking here and there restlessly. Barqat glanced beside her to see if everything was there. Yes.. it was all present. But she needed to first confirm it was zain...
So she opened the door.. slightly so that only her face could be seen.
Barqat: " Hey.. "
Ayaan shuffled his feets and smiled politely...
Ayaan: " Hi.. Can I meet aaliya, it wont take long .. I mean.. "
Barqat: " And who are you ? "
Ayaan tilted a little sideways and pointed at their house behind him across the street...
Ayaan: " Ermm.. You dont know me.. I mean we are new in that house.. we shifted there just a few days back... I am "
Barqat straigtened her spine.. alert. It was him.. that doochebag.. zain abdullah who broke aaliya's heart.
She threw open the door completely and the next second ayaan found some dense liquid poured all over his head and face... and now it was dripping down to his costly jacket and sipping into his undershirt. By the stink of it he guessed it must be the rotten dal or stew from yesterday's dinner ???
Barqat was so pleased doing the right use of yesterdays untouched food, she had some more in mind. This scum of a man.. deserved more..
Ayaan: " What the .. "
Barqat: " Yeh lei.. ( take this.. ).. "
He couldnt complete what he was saying as something gluey was thrown upon his chest, thankfully it wasnt stinky...
Barqat: " aur yeh lei... ( and this.. ) "
She now threw the contains of the waste bin, ayaan was about to take a step back but it was all over him long before he could do that...
Barqat: " aur yeh bhi lei.. ( this also.. ) "
Ayaan: " Hey !! damn !! "
He dodged away the can of something which was thrown towards him and sighed in relief, but he couldnt save himself from the ripped old sandal which hit right at his forehead... and the world spinned for him for a while.
Barqat yelled dangerously... " Take all these what you deserve and leave, never dare to meet aaliya ever again.. because if you do... "
She left the threat hanging and slammed the door right at his face.
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Zain squeeshed his face at of the horrible smell which arrived before ayaan did. Expressionless he walked past zain.
Zain: " F***... Ayaan !! Dont tell me you fell into a manhole.. "
Ayaan didnt utter a word, he was on the bottom of the stairs when he paused for a second. Without turning around he announced...
" I am so out of your love life zain. It should have been you in my place... "
Then he went upstairs muttering through gritted teeth.. " never gonna butt into anyones business anymore.. "
Zain looked at aaliya's house through the open door, he needed to find some other way to talk to her.
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