A man in his mid-twenties entered inside the bungalow, he had the backpack on his right shoulder which he was holding in his hand. He was wearing a black full-sleeved t-shirt with a blue-washed pair of jeans. He had a lean body but a muscular figure.
He entered the living room and greeted loudly in his deep and manly voice letting the people of this house know about his presence.
"As salamu Alaikum!" He said and a woman in her mid-forties came out from the kitchen. She smiled widely seeing her firstborn in front of her eyes. Her eyes filled up with unshed tears.
"Sabur!" She exclaimed loudly while going towards him and she embraced him in her motherly warmth. He smiled in her embrace.
"Tum to agle hafte aane wale the na?" She asked him coming out from the embrace. (You were about to come next week, right?)
"Ha par me jaldi aa gaya!" He said and gave her a small smile.
(Yes, but I came early!)
"Okay, now go freshen up and come for breakfast. I was making Aaloo paratha only." She said on which he nodded his head and went to his room.
He entered the room and sat down on his bed. His hands involuntarily went to the drawer of his bedside table, where he found the thing he was trying to ignore for years. Or more precisely the owner of that thing, it was a small scarf of a girl.
His Girl! His subconscious said but he shook his head because now he is no longer able to behold that title. He lost it, He lost Her.
He yet again wrapped that scarf around his wrist, he caressed the material so gently as if it would break if he would apply a little more pressure to it. He vividly remembers the day when he met her for the first time, the first time when his heart skipped a beat seeing her.
Flashback:
He was standing at the campus on his first day of final year, he was talking to his friends when he heard the distinct voice of a boy's wolf whistle, he turned to look at the person and college's bad boy Aryan was there stopping a girl's way.
He couldn't properly see the face of that girl, but her raven hairs were floating in the air which were tied in a high ponytail. Her sling bag was hunched on her right shoulder, her neck ducked down.
"Oh, fresher girl! What's your name baby?" Aryan asked the girl who was looking nervous due to her body language and he couldn't hold back as he rushed in front of the girl.
"Back off Aryan!" He spoke in a stern voice causing that boy to cower back but he concealed his expressions and made a mock feared expression on his face.
"Oooohh... I got sacred!" He said and his friends around snickered but the stern look on Sabur's face didn't lessen even a bit and now it precisely started to make Aryan fear him.
He knew about his temper, everyone knew in fact that no one messes with Sabur Qureshi, he always minds his business but he doesn't know why Sabur is intervening in between his matters today. But the reality was that even Sabur doesn't know why he is standing in front of an unknown girl but he felt compelled to do so!
Aryan when saw that Sabur's features were darkening in anger he tried to smash the cola's tin on his face but he stopped his act by protecting his face with his hand causing the tin to hit his knuckles. Aryan ran away the next moment, not daring to stay a second longer.
Sabur sighed heavily and jerked his palm to diminish the pain in his knuckles, that Jaanwar (animal) struck very harshly. He turned around to see the reason for this blow and instead of getting angry, his mind was blown away seeing the girl in front of him.
She was a medium-height girl with raven black hairs and light brown orbs, an oval-shaped face, a button nose and plump lips. Her eyelashes were wet and touching her high cheekbones, and her face looked red due to embarrassment. He stood struck for a moment, he didn't know what he should do!
After gaining a little bit of his lost courage he cleared his throat but she kept her gaze low.
"You should go to your class now!" He spoke and his voice naturally came out soft instead of a normal blank voice.
"Tha...Thank you" She stuttered out in a small voice, her voice was like melted honey-filled with sweetness.
"What is your name?" He asked as he couldn't keep his curiosity to himself. "Aakifah Hussein" Her whisper-like voice was heard by him.
"Sabur Qureshi," He said, he felt the need to introduce himself to her and she raised her gaze towards him for the second time. Then her gaze lowered down a bit and a gasp was heard from her.
She fumbled in her bag and took out a small scarf from her satchel, she forwarded it to him on which he looked confused about.
"You can wrap this around your wound" She spoke and indicated to him with her gaze about his wound which had a little blood oozing out of the knuckles, he nodded and took that cloth from her.
At that time he didn't know that this cloth would become his favourite piece of fabric! Flashback ends.
~*~
A girl was looking out of the window of the room, the slow gentle breeze messing up with her raven black hairs but she cared less about it. She was busy thinking about her future, apprehensive about what her future holds for her tomorrow!? Her henna clad hands were by her side, her brown orbs stuck on the illuminating moon.
What if's were the only thing going inside her mind. It is natural for a girl to be concerned about her future but she was more concerned with a certain incident in her life. What if something like that happens again?
Her trance was broken due to the hand on her shoulder, there stood the main reason for her additional concerns with a smile on her face as if nothing bad has ever happened to her.
"Appi" She said to which the girl gave her a big smile.
(Sister)
"Bolo, Aqsa," the girl said to the girl who was busy overthinking.
(Speak)
"What if something goes wrong?" Aqsa spoke out loud about her concerns on which that girl just shook her head and then she fixed her gaze on the night's sky.
"Do you trust Allah?" Aakifa said to her younger sister, who nodded her head.
"Then trust him, he will never let anything bad happen to his servants!" Aakifa said with immense faith in her Almighty that he won't let any wrong happen to them.
"But that happened to you!" Her younger sister said and she let out a sad smile to cover her features.
"Jo hota hai, acche ke liye hota hai!" Aakifa said to Aqsa and reassured her that what happened to her will never happen to her. After a lot of persuasion from her side, Aqsa finally slept and she released a heavy sigh.
(Whatever happens, happens for good!)
She then went towards her closet and opened the drawer, from the corner of the drawer she removed a velvet box. After retrieving it from the closet, she went to the window again and sat down on the floor permitting the moonlight to fall upon her.
She opened the velvet box which sat proudly on her palm just like its true owner. With the slight shakiness of her hands she touched the jewellery in her front lightly.
A sapphire pendant was laying in that cushion, a simple oval-shaped sapphire pendant was there, nothing else but that one thing was the only thing of him which she kept with her. She returned everything except this pendant. She can't forget the moment when he gave this to her.
The reason why she can't move on in her life, the small piece of jewellery was also one of the reasons holding her back from taking a step forward with many other reasons.
Even till today when she is anxious, or apprehensive about something, this piece of jewellery always give her the needed confidence, the same confidence the
the owner of this piece wanted her to have.
He never met her after that incident, never called her back or messaged her not like she was expecting anything like that from him. Her gaze lands on her henna clad hands, as always her henna was dark maroon in colour. But it doesn't matter because even if He loves her now, she never loved him, and doesn't love him now as well.
She only carries emotions like hurt and anger for him, nothing else. After all, he was the one who destroyed her normal ordinary life, entering her life without her consent.
That's what she keeps telling herself, but her heart doesn't agree with her but then again she has stopped listening to her heart a long time ago.
~*~
Hey Guys!
Do you like the first chapter of this book?
What do you think, what they had in their past? Why is she angry and why did he leave her? He still loves her but will they ever meet again?
Till then the next chapter, Allah hafiz!
𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚊𝚊! 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙼𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚄𝙼 𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙽𝙾 𝙰𝚄𝚁 𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙴 𝙱𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚈𝙾... ;)
𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙹𝙾𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂.
𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙼 𝙸𝚃 𝙱𝚈 𝚅𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂.
𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂, 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙰 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆.
~𝙽𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚃