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"Sir your food is ready." A waiter came and informed Sahir and Zoya who were completely lost in each other. Zoya's eyes were closed and her head was still placed on his shoulders. Meanwhile Sahir was taking in her fragnance and his hand was wrapped around her waist. They let go off each other slowly and walked towards the table. The dinner was a silent affair. They were just enjoying each other's presence, basking in the warmth of the other. The feelings were new for them. While one has just accepted it , the other was still in denial. Zoya looked at her watch , it was 11:45 pm. Suddenly she spoke, bringing Sahir out of his thoughts.
"Sahir, we should leave, NOW."
"Yes we are leaving, but whats the matter? Everything ok?" He asked with concern.
"Yes but can we please be home as soon as possible." She asked. It had completely slip her mind that she had to be back by 12.
"Yeah ok." Sahir said and drove the car at maximum possible safe speed.

Zoya was getting impatient. Though her house was just 10 minutes from the place, she felt restless. She kept on checking her watch every minute. It was just 2 minutes to twelve that they reached her place. Zoya jumped out of the car and pulled Sahir out as well. She held his hand and dragged him to her apartment.
"Zoya.. hua kya?" Sahir was all confused with this sudden behaviour.
"Shh! Bas humare saath chaliye." She said. She took the key , unlocked the door and then pulled him inside.

Sahir couldnt figure out the reason. Moreover, with all the running they did, he was really tired. As soon as they entered, Zoya asked him to stay at his place and she rushed inside. Sahir tried hard to understand what was going on her mind but he failed. Just then the clock struck 12. The sight in front of him left him speechless, it was Zoya who was standing in front of him with a cake in her hands.
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Sahir. Happy birthday to you." She sang softly and brought the cake to him.

Sahir's eyes were full of tears. He had not celebrated his birthday since ages. He was so used to it now that he even forgot the day and it would pass like any other day of the year without his notice. Nobody cared it as well. All these years nobody even cared to call him to wish. So he decided to treat it just another day of his worthless life that would pass. Today this woman whom he had known for few months stood there with a cake for him and a genuine smile. Sahir didnt know what to speak. His throat was all choked. Zoya was an angel in disguise for him who had come to save him.

As soon as she placed the cake on the table, she was pulled into a tight hug. It took a moment for Zoya to realise what was happening. She held him back and whispered in his ears,"Happy birthday Sahir." Sahir broke the hug, wiped his tears and asked, "tumhe kaise pata.." he was cut by Zoya, "Actually uss din jab hum aapki files dekh rahe the toh usme aapka biodata bhi tha toh.." she said. Honestly, Zoya was hell scared to do this. She had no idea whether he would like it or not. However, her heart had made the decision. Something hit Sahir's thoughts, "so this fair and all was a plan? Noor kabhi aane hi nahi waali thi.?" Sahir asked. Zoya nodded with a small smile.
"And how were you so sure that I would come with you?" He asked.
"I dont know. Just a voice in my head said so." Zoya honestly confessed.
"Lets cut the cake now. Shall we?" She asked. Sahir gave a small nod.

After years of self loathing, feeling unwanted, someone made him feel special. That was the moment, his heart knew that it was time. It was time to allow someone to heal you. The woman in front of was the only ray that could save him from his dark life.

Zoya lighted the candles and took a step back.
"Now make a wish. " she said with that angel like smile of her's.
Sahir closed his eyes, "Just bless her with all the happiness." He wished and then bent down to blow the candles. The next few moments were of pure bliss for him. He was smiling, not the usual one but the one that reached his eyes. After having a little cake moment of their's , it was time for him to leave.
"Happy birthday once again Sahir. I will see you tomorrow." Zoya bid him good bye.
"Thank you Zoya." He said and left with a smile on his face. His heart had finally found a cure.

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Few days later.

Sahir was lost in deep thoughts. His mind was replaying the events of how he met Zoya. How the first time they actually met on the day they were supposed to get married. The way she saved him, the condition he found her in. It was all such a well woven tale that it seemed like a story. That day when Sahir had said 'good bye ' to Zoya or rather Ayesha, he had no idea that 3 years later,again she will come back to his life. It all seemed as if destiny was writing this part. Sahir took an instant liking to her since the day she had walked into Saiyaara. Obviously the big revelation left him shocked, she was Zoya Siddiqui he would have married if he didnt escape. What if he had really married her that day? Sahir smiled between his thoughts. If that would have happened, he would perhaps have been love sick by now.

Zoya was the one who had given hopes to Sahir. That day in the restaurant when she said, "Sahir Azeem Chaudhary has a heart that needs love." , he felt a different kind of pain in his heart. For the first time, someone understood what he craved for. She made him believe that perhaps after everything there was still a little hope for his happiness. Slowly, Sahir knew the walls were falling. He knew that he was falling for her. He tried denying it. He tried to reason it. He tried to tell himself that he loved Aarzoo but he was making a fool of himself. His love for her died the day he saw her with some other man.  What he was holding for all these years was the guilt and the anger. He didnt love Aarzoo anymore, it was his shield to protect him from another heartbreak. It was his shield that would save him from getting attached to people.

What was surprising was that this woman had just walked into his life so easily and had made a permanent mark in his heart. It was such a short period of time, but Zoya broke all the shields. Perhaps, it was time to let go. Perhaps it was his turn to be happy. All he knew was ,Zoya was the only reason he was living. Now all his heart said was , "it was better to die than to live without her." So he decided to embrace the change. He had no idea if she loved him or even cared for him. Honestly, after all she has been through, he didnt even expect her to. All he wanted was to stay by her side now. To protect her, to save her, to cherish her, to show her what she was worthy of. He didnt want her love in return, he just wanted to be with her. His aimless life had finally got a purpose. With these thoughts he finally went to sleep.

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There is pool of blood all around. Sahir looks around and sees the blood all over the place. He then looks at the body lying in the pool of blood. He realises its Aarzoo, Sahir ki Aarzoo. He is still for a moment unable to react. He kept looking at her until it he realised what had happened. He takes Aarzoo in his arms and shouts her name.
"Aarzooo!!" He wakes up again with the same nightmare. His body all sweating. He calmed himself down and drank some water.

"Hum yahi hai Sahir." A voice came from his side. Sahir knew that voice very well. He turned to look in that direction with his eyes full of shock and fear. There stood Aarzoo with her pretty smile dressed in yellow anarkali suit, the one that Sahir liked the most. Sahir closed his eyes, this was certainly the last hallucination he wanted to have.
"Aankh band karne se sach nahi badal jaayega Sahir." She said.
Sahir covered his ears to stop listening to her. "Jao yaha se Aarzoo." He shouted with his eyes shut.
"Hum kaise chale jaaye Sahir? Aap humare saath aisa karke khush kaise reh sakte hai.?" She questioned. His eyes flung open on hearing it.

Tears started filling his eyes. "Mujhe maaf kar do Aarzoo! Meri galti nahi thi woh." He pleaded.
"Sahir, aap chahe jitna koshish kar le. Aap dukh ke alawa kuch deserve nahi karte. Aap nahi deserve karte khush rehna. Aap nahi deserve karte Zoya ko. Spare her life Sahir. She had been through a lot. Dont become another badluck in her life. She deserves happiness and you deserve death.. slow death.. Sahir." Saying this she vanished into thin air. She was gone just like always. Sahir sat there still.

It was Sahir's guilt that haunted him in the form of Aarzoo. He slowly got up from his place and reached his cupboard. He pulled out his wedding photo. He stared at it for a while. "I am sorry Aarzoo. I loved you so much. Trust me it wasnt my fault. I tried. I tried so hard but I failed." he hugged that photo close to his chest and fell on his knees. He cried, he cried as if he had been holding up for so long. Hours passed by but the tears didnt stop. Finally when all his tears dried and his body was too tired to cry anymore, he said, "you are right Aarzoo. I dont deserve Zoya. She is so pure. So innocent. I will ruin her life. She deserves happiness."
He got up from his place ant started searching for something in the drawer. "you are right." "you are right." He kept repeating.

Finally he got what he was searching for,  he pulled the knife out and held it close to his wrist.
"Zoya, Aarzoo is right. I dont deserve happiness, I deserve death. I cant stay here, I have to go. I love you Zoya. I do. This time you wont be able to save me love." With this in one quick movement, he pulled the knife on his wrist. The blood dripped on the floor. In few moments, Sahir was on the floor,his eyes wide open. He could feel his heart slowing down. The events flashed before his eyes. That small kiss on his cheeks. Them holding hands. The dance. Her being close to him,her head on his shoulder.The spending time together. The very last image was of Zoya smiling, with her kohl eyes full of hopes. With that his eyes shut.

'ZOYA.' was the last word he said.
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