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Despite the tiredness, Zaid couldn't sleep. His eyes were heavy but the thought of sleep was far away from his mind. His heart pounded in his ears restlessly. Zaid couldn't help but look down at her, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear with a gentle touch. His hand moved to cup her cheek, stroking with tenderness. He couldn't help but smile slightly despite the pain and fear that hung over him like a dark heavy cloud that refused to lift. Then his hand moved to her beautiful eyes which were closed and he felt a pang in his heart. A tear trailed down his right cheek and fell on her cheek but he cared less. His fingers caressed her eyes rather gently, his touch hesitant but tender. Then his hand moved towards the bridge of her nose gently running his fingers over it, caressing it, marvelling the softness of her skin. He wondered what would have been her reaction if she was awake? Will she push him away? Will she pretended to sleep? Or will she be be shocked or surprised? Or will she just run away? He couldn't help but imagine the scenarios.
He shook his head and continued his tender exploration, hands moving to her cheeks, gently caressing them with a tenderness that was like a tender breeze. He smiled at her rather painfully.
Please wake up.
He pleaded, his voice carrying the weight of his anguish.
Zaid looked at the clock as it stricked 3 am.
Bhai jaan.
Haya entered inside the room. Zaid looked up at Haya feeling her watchful gaze on him.
Kuch kha lijiye.
Haya said, her voice a soft whisper breaking the silence in the room.
She sat beside him with a food plate in her hand.
Bhook nahin hai.
Zaid said, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with depression.
Haya placed the food plate on the table and reached out, cradling his cheek. Her eyes brimming with love and pain.
Bhai please kha lijiye. Aapki tabiyat kharab ho jayegi.
Haya spoke, her voice a mixture of pain and worry.
Nahin Haya ek niwala bhi halak se nahin utrega mere.
These words trembled out of his mouth before he could stop them. He looked almost dead like someone has sucked his soul out of him.
A mixture of pain and greif flooded through Haya,s heart hearing him. She stared at Mubashira reaching out to caress the back of her palm, a tear rolled up on her cheek as she said, her voice quivered slightly with pain
Bhabhi bahot strong hai. She'll be fine.
In a desperate attempt to provide some comfort to Zaid, Haya reached out and hugged him, stroking his back as tears fell from her eyes.
Kyun kiya usne aisa Haya?
Zaid found himself asking her, it was a faint whisper, chocked but he assumed that she heard him as he heard a chocked bhai from her and then she pulled away from the hug.
Bhai bhabhi is strong but sometimes even the strongest person breaks down and it's brutal.
Haya said cupping his face, stroking his right cheek with tenderness.
I can't see her like this.
Zaid found himself murmuring, a bitter taste filled his mouth as he recalled her words and then her falling limp into his arms.
Zaid I'm sorry.
Maine tumhari zindagi barbad ker di hai.
He closed his eyes, the words ringing in his ears and then as he downed his head and opened his eyes, a lone tear fell from his eye as he watched her.
She said I'm sorry Zaid. Maine tumhari zindagi barbad ker di hai.
He found himself repeating her words, the whisper, faint and broken ringing in his ears. And then suddenly he felt an ache in his chest, as if his heart has been ripped out of his chest leaving a hole inside. He couldn't hear the sob that Haya let out, it was like a faint murmur in the background, Mubashira,s words were the highlight that rang in his ears, even he could hear Mubashira,s faintest whispers loud and clear in his ears
Anything for you.
Lagta hai ab mujhe bhi barish se mohabbat kerni padegi.
Ammi ne mujhe kyun chora?
Itni buri thi main kya?
Bhabhi will be fine.
He heard Haya whispering which tugged him out of his memories. She reached out and caressed his cheek, wiping the tears that formed in the eyes.
He looked at Haya and let out a breath, though trembling, a silent echo to the pain in his chest.
You know Haya. I used to think ke main Mubashira se different hoon.
Zaid spoke, his voice strained, a bitter chuckle escaped his lips making her skin crawl.
But now I found out that we are no different. We are almost same.
Zaid said, his voice tinged with acknowledgment.
There's only one difference between us. Her mother left her whereas my mother died.
Zaid said, his voice turning bitter and there was a beat of silence that was unsettling.
Mubashira ki mom ne kabhi usko acknowledge nahin kiya and then usko chor dia. And mere dad main chahe jo marzi ker loon, unhone kabhi mujhe pyaar nahin diya, always business, in fact meri zindagi business deal bana di unhone. He literally forced me to marry Mubashira.
Zaid confessed, his voice trembling with emotion. Haya cupped his face in her palms and said, her voice carrying a hint of understanding.
Main samajh sakti hoon bhai. Maine dekha hai aapko ke aap kaise darte and hesitate kerte thy apne dreams ko le ker.
A tear dropped from his eye which she wiped with a soft touch.
And rahi bhabhi se shadi kerne ki baat toh I won't comment on that. Ab ki baat kerte hain.
Haya exclaimed gulping the lump that formed in her throat and locked eyes with him.
You love bhabhi right? Pyaar kerte hain na bhabhi se?
Haya asked, her voice filled with hope, a small knowing smile spreading across her face despite the pain they all were going through.
Zaid sighed heavily and confessed
Bahot koshish ki na karun but ker betha main and it scares me off.
Kyun?
Haya asked cupping his face tenderly wanting to know the depths of his emotions.
I'm scared Haya. Maine mumma ko kho dia hai, apna dream bhi, almost sab kuch. I don't wanna lose her.
Zaid confessed, his chest tightening.
I can't lose her Haya. Main Mubashira ko nahin kho sakta. I'm getting too attached with her which is not good....
His confession was broken by a sob only. The pain in his chest intensifying as he stared at Haya who looked back at him with a mixture of pain and greif in her eyes.
And agar future mein usse laga that I'm not good enough for her and agar woh mujhse attached nahin rahi toh phir kya hoga, phir mere andar jo kami reh jayegi, usko pur kerna bahot mushkil hoga aur maybe impossible. I don't want to lose her like my mother or my dreams. Woh sab toh jhel liya maine per Mubashira ke jane ka dard mujhse bardasht nahin hoga. I can't...
He stopped, a startled gasp escaping him as he found himself being pulled forward, and the next moment, Haya,s familiar scent welcomed him. She had hugged him unable to bear the weight of his pain.
Shh. Kuch nahin hoga. Koi chor ker nahin jayega aapko, na bhabhi aur na hi main aur Shahmeer.
Haya said softly and the next moment, he felt her hand caressing his hair with a tender, soothing touch.
Everything will be fine.
Haya said, her voice a faint whisper in his ear.
I'm the worst person Haya. I was so consumed by my own fears that I didn't had the courage to acknowledge a simple thing that I love her.
Zaid said, his voice cracking slightly as he pulled away and looked at her.
Haya wiped his tears away with a tender touch and cupped his face tenderly and then said softly
No you are the best.
Mera dil jalta hai Mubashira ko aise dekh ker Haya.
Zaid spoke, his voice trembling with vulnerability.
Wake up soon bhabhi. Bhai needs you.
Haya thought. Tears welled up in her eyes.
End Of Chapter!!!!
Coming up next: His caring side.
Don't know what I have wrote. I have been thinking a lot about Zaid these days and I feel that his character was poorly written and was never explored.
Do you want me to explore his character too?
I won't be updating for a few days as I'm a little unwell so that's why.
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