Wabasta | Complete ✔

Chapter 1

The sound of the gunshot was deafening. Everything happened in a matter of a few seconds, she didn't even realize that what was happening before her eyes was real, very real. As the bullet pierced through his chest, she let out a terrifying scream and fell on her knees.

"Aman..." her whisper turned into an outcry. "Somebody help! Call an ambulance please!"

His voice was weak as he called out to her, "Firdaus." She hastened to put her hand over his wound. The warm blood was oozing out faster than she could manage. He lay there, in her arms, looking up at her face like a mystified on-looker. As if he wasn't feeling anything at all. He just smiled, and she hated it.

Everything around her had become silent. It felt like her screams were falling to deaf ears. She couldn't fathom what she just witnessed. It was all playing out like a nightmare. Her heart wrenched and a pain shot up her body. The fear of loss, it wasn't something she wanted to go through again.

"You're going to be okay, you are going to be okay," she began a chant, unable to figure out whether it was meant to give hope to him or herself. Her arms wound around him a bit tighter when she started feeling a little breathless. Drops of tears rolled down her cheeks and landed on his face. She finally gave up the urge and rested her head on his chest.

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8 years ago...

"Ouch!"

"Sorry this is going to sting a bit. Hold still."

She looked worried as he carefully inspected the wound.

"Aman kya kar rahe ho?" she scrunched her nose at the smell of betadine.

"Tumhari zakham ki marammat. Waise mujhe samajh nahi aa raha, tumne khare khare kaise chot lagwa liya apne haathon pe?"

She frowned at him, "Areh maine kya kia? Ab us namakool deewar mein se keel nikal gaya tha toh isme meri kya galti hai yaar? Mera payr phisal gaya aur jaake wahan pe lag gayi." Her pouted lips were trying to corroborate with her statement. It just made her look even funnier than she looked when she was angry.

"Toh sambhal ke chala karo na, ab dekho kitni gehri chot ayi hai."

Firduas widened her eyes, "Yeh theek toh hojayega na?"

Aman lifted his head and looked at her for a moment, then looked at the wound below her wrist again.

"Theek toh hojayega, par shayad nishan reh jayega."

He looked at her again. She looked very disturbed by this revelation.

"Nishan? Seriously? Is there no way to prevent that?"

Aman sheepishly chuckled. He knew how scared she was of the idea of having a scar anywhere on her body.

"Mazak kar raha hoon," he laughed as she slapped his hand. He brought her hand closer and pressed his lips against the skin, placing a gentle kiss on them. "Theek hojayega."

Firdaus's lips curved into a smile. Little gestures like these is what she really loved. And he knew that all too well. It would be a shame if he didn't really. Thirteen years of friendship and two years of courtship should be enough for him to know her that much. But she would often argue, that she knew him better than he knew her. In fact, Firdaus firmly claimed that she knew him better than anybody in the entire world.

"Yeh awaaz kaisi thi?"

Aman's expression turned sour when he heard the noise.

"Adil hai shayad. Phirse baba ke saath larai kar raha hoga."