I bring out my white salwar suit which I love to wear when I am praying. Although there is no rule to wear specific colour while praying but I prefer white. I wears it and moves towards washroom for doing wudu. I finds, light are switched off, when I come back from washroom. It means Karuna surrender herself to sleep. I quietly pick my prayer mat and lay it on floor of balcony. Moon light is illuminating the atmosphere and gentle breeze makes it pleasant for both body and soul. I keep my hands at my ears and start most peaceful few minutes of my life. I loves to spend time in prayers and even completing it,I keep talking to Allah.
"Allah pak ,please bestow your blessings on me so just like this white clean dress ,my life also become stain free. Scar of so many allegations is still fresh . I wish one day rain of your blessings drench me and all my miseries will washed away. What a wonderful day it would be. I am hopeful that one day good things will start coming in my way because you are the best planner in the world. You have best plan for me"I don't know when I start mumbling. My eyes wanderer from dark black sky to light post on the road across my balcony,a man is standing besides it which is really strange.It must be eleven fourty five in clock as it takes me atleast fourty five minutes to complete Isha and my usual dua after that.There is no prohibition but visitors isn't common in this area. I focused on this guy and my heart thump loudly,its Aamir.
He starts coming towards me. If a wise person would be in my place ,she will run inside the room and lock it.I am not wise so I stay at place , holding railing of my balcony tightly,waiting for his action.
"What are you doing here?"I ask in low voice when he stand near my balcony. His face turns upwards and a mischievous smile come on face.
"I was craving to see moon "he says .
"That doesn't make any sense,moon is same everywhere ,you can watch it from your home."
"Nope,this place give better view"
"I don't think so." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Watch again with me"
"Okay" I look towards sky but feels burning gaze on my face.He is staring me instead of looking at sky.Now I get his words which generate anger in me.
"Have some shame, Aamir."more than my voice my gritting teeth makes the noise.
"Gussa harpal uski naak par rahta hai
Mujhse har pal na jane kyun chidti rahti hai" his word cause our eyes to meet again.
His words ignites a strong urge in me to break his incisors and an evil laugh erupts from my mouth.
"Shukra hai khuda ka wo muskuraye to sahi
Unka khil khila k hasna kano shahad mai ghol gaya "he come up with another cheesy line.
"Just shut Aamir ,ab banda hanse bhi na "I tried a different approach this time.
"Jinki ek muskurahat se to hamara.."his bogus nonsense poetry starts irritating me.
"Why you come here?,please reply in simple words."I emphasized on simple words and he just throw a flower bouquet in my direction.
"Are you mad or...
"Ae phoolon ki.." his cheap romantic line makes a come back.
I just tore the bouquet , throw the flowers on him and to my surprise flower petals falling on him like a flower shower.He is enjoying it instead of infuriating.
"I wish one day you will welcome me at our home in similar fashion."he says dreamily. Its impossible to fight with this stubborn boy. Maybe he will outgrown this feeling one day. I should stop it here but I don't know what came in my mind .I takes stairs ,inform our security guard of my leaving to the library. 24/7 library is best facility we get in our college and unlike other places, here ,people don't think , if a girl is going out from hostel in night equates to having sexual fun with a guy. I have spent many sleepless nights in library . Whenever my past haunt me ,I drown myself in books.It distract me to the extent that I forget everything.
Aamir is still routed near my balcony and I moves towards him.
"Aamir?"I speak softly and he turns to say something but when he watch me no word comes out from his mouth. His gaze stop at my face which makes me extremely uncomfortable.
"Your face"he says and I touch my face and realise my white dupatta is still on my head. He will again taunt me or humiliate me.
"What, what is with my face , huh ?" Aggression is clear in my voice. I am ready to punch him if he misbehave with me this time.I am done with bullying , now time is to give back everything which come in my way.
"Nothing"his features soften which ease my anger and sanity prevail in me.He turns to leave.
"What do you want,Aamir?"words involuntarily come out from my mouth. May be my mind is wondering about this from so long.He faces me again with a smile which is capable of stealing anyone's heart.
"Mat pooch mujhse ki mai kya chahta hun
Ban k tera mahram tere saath tawaf chahta hun"he is saying the word but shiver is running down my spine.
"What? Are you crazy or you are intoxicated?"I shouted .He can't propose just like that.Is he crazy or loose his mind.Marriage is not a game of child.He barely know me and announce such thing in our first civil conversation. Why I always believe him.He is master of playing evil games with me.
"Joke tha, accha nahi laga"he says casually but I can feel the sarcasm dripping in his word.Its feels like someone has thrown a glass of water on your face.
"Unhe haram se nafrat hai
Gar hum halal karna chahe wo hame pagal samjhte" his word is pricking my heart .He is accusing me for no reason like he always do but now on more personal level.It like slow poison which kills you slowly slowly in more painful way. Its my good I haven't told him about my failed marriage otherwise he will use that too against me. I take a deep breath to calm myself.
"I know,its hard for you to accept my rejection but soon it will fizzled out. We share different personality and it's obvious to be attracted to someone from opposite side. Its just....
"Tum aao kabhi ek shaam
saath chalo nadi k kinare
Khuda kasam tumhare jism ko chahunga bhi nahi
Kuch khawab hai mere
jo tum se shuru hokar tum par khatam hote hai
Ek roz tumse milkar tumhe batane ki khawahish hai " he is saying each word with utmost sincerity & love that I want to believe him. My heart flutter by hearing his endearing words. The way his eyes is focusing on my eyes to face. Not once his eyes moves below my chin. If that bad part didn't happened in my life, I might fall for his words. But like they said in proverb once beaten twice shy.I falls in same category.
"Good night, Aamir, I take my leave from here."I move ahead leaving him behind because if I stay one more minute ,I don't know where it will lead us.
I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. I get some free time so wrote this chapter.I hope this is not bad.
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