𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐞 𝐀𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐨 (Do Not Read, Incomplete Story)

14. Andaisha | concern | اندیشہ

❝उनकी याद में दिल रोता है,
मेरी बेवफाई को वो जानते हैं।

मेरी चाहत में बस ये दर्द है,
मेरे दिल को तोड़कर वो मुस्कुराते हैं। ❞

❝In the memory of them, my heart weeps,
They know of my betrayal.

In my love, there is only this pain,
Breaking my heart, they still smile.❞

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Rumi writes The lyrics and shayaris that I wrote in every chapters, in her dairy which is for zayan solely!!

Continues.....

Zayan hesitated to enter his room where Rumi lay resting. After the doctor's examination, it was evident that she had developed a fever due to exposure to cold water and dust.

Despite the physician's reassurance, Zayan couldn't shake off the guilt weighing heavily on him.

Unbeknownst to him, Rumi's unconscious state was exacerbated by her dust allergy, a fact he remained oblivious to.

Despite his outward display of indifference, a small part of Zayan's heart couldn't help but worry about her well-being.

Although Zayan claimed to harbor nothing but disdain towards Rumi, he found himself grappling with conflicting emotions when he saw her faint in his arms. Her gaze stirred something within him, evoking memories of that day.

ZAYAN'S POV

(Past part -2)

The very day she professed her love for me marked the beginning of my hatred towards her.

Despite harboring childhood affections for her, I refrained from expressing any interest, deeming her too young for such matters.

My intention was to wait until she matured before pursuing her.

However, over time, I witnessed her gradual descent into negativity.

Her tendencies to bully children in the neighborhood became increasingly apparent.

I vividly recall an incident in the park where a distraught young girl approached me, claiming that Rumi had slapped her. Although I initially dismissed the accusation, but later another child playing with that girl confirmed thier accusations amd it shattered my perception of the humble girl I once knew.

Despite my reservations, I placed unwavering trust in Rumi, even in the face of mounting evidence provided by my sister Hana. Hana, who attended the same school as Rumi, consistently alerted me to her wrongdoings, yet I remained steadfast in my belief in Rumi's innocence.

At the age of seventeen, I reluctantly embarked on a journey abroad, driven by my father's insistence on prioritizing my education. The thought of leaving Rumi behind filled me with reluctance, yet the determination to one day claim her as mine fueled my resolve to succeed.

As I bid farewell to my tearful sister, little did I know that Hana held a revelation that would shatter my world. She informed me about Rumi's feelings for me, sending my heart into a whirlwind of emotions. The realization that she reciprocated my affection, albeit in her teenage years, filled me with euphoria.