Fairy-Tale

On that day, where two hearts were about to disclose the truth of being one, to declare that infiltrated and raw fairy-tales do exist, there was a broken heart of the person who cared like he never cared before, needed like he never needed something before, loved like he never loved before.

Everything was so unreal. Usually, people mourn over the relations that might have just broken but he was not broken, he was just numb. It's funny how she picked and packed everything and left. She was in his Nikkah but yet she chose to leave him on the day they were finally coming clean about their marriage in front of the whole world and he? He was pathetic. He was still wearing his traditional groom's suit, a complete black sherwani, that his mother got for him as a gift for his wedding day but he was alone.

He was walking out of his house as the new reality was just rewinding his life in front of his eyes. Despite the rain, he did not feel cold. He knew she would never cheat on him then why did she leave. She left him standing there on their wedding platform, left him waiting for her. Who knew just when he was about to tell everyone that he loved her, that they have secretly married on the original date, which had been decided early on, she would leave him hurt and devastated.

Walking alone on the burning road, he looked up as the rain droplets crashed to his face, blurring his vision for a moment or so.

He glanced at his hands that once held her's. Can he still hold her so she won't leave? Can she be somewhere near to tell him that she was still with him? It was the first time he felt this much pain, all at once. His chest felt an uneasy pressure. He could not breathe. He did not even feel he was crying when he was. The rain had worked it's magic to create the illusion, even for him. His eyes were desperate to locate who was lost, to find the one who left. 

In seconds, can an act change a person from remain to broken?

He looked up at the sky once again and thought can this go any worse. Maybe it can but would it matter? Would anything matter now? A thought crossed his mind, was his father always right all along when he said that Rafan would not get anything in his life because he was not good enough for them and maybe Jeena was one of them.

Who knew loyalty would turn out to be a waste between them. That honesty would be a mask filled with lies that sounded soft and sweet. Why was it supposed to hurt when everything seemed like meaningless sounds made from another person who was supposed to disappear since the start.

He was habitual to her, Rafan was habitual to Jeena.

He remembered seeing Ezzah's pale face when she came back from Jeena's room, alone but not empty-handed. He remembered how much he looked for her like a madman. He, for the first time, was in a phase of denial in his life when everyone said one thing and he believed the other.

Destroyed, that is what he was left as. He wanted to scream, to cry but he couldn't because there weren't any tears to be shredded by his will. They had their own mind as if. How can someone be so blind and expect the world to be so simple? He loved the wrong person. It was that simple. 

Yet...

The way they laughed and shared their secrets. They promised to be there where people leave and today she was not here. She was the one who left him. Love, she uses to talk about how magical it was supposed to be, who knew that this path was so cursed, so cruel that it will break him, crush him and still leave him alive see. A constant feeling of something sinking inside of you. The pain was that intense.

What was love? Affection, trust, hope, or was it happiness? No, it was a lie. A plain white lie that took everything away from him, that took him from him. He paid a price that he believed never existed. The male ego part of him wanted to slap it on her face that he would be fine, that he is going to find his happiness and doesn't matter if she left, she was not that important enough for him but he couldn't, not because he didn't know where she was but because it was not true, she was important. She meant to him more then he meant to himself.

She felt like an unanswered request that slipped from his fist like sand. 

Everyone said that she must have cheated on him and it was better they never got married, but he knew she was everything and anything but a cheater. He constantly told himself. She had all the flaws, but she was his. So, how could she leave him in the cruelest way that was possible? Was she happy? Was she satisfied when she left? She didn't cheat him because it was not her nature. She didn't take his money, she did ruin him, not publically at least as men's public image doesn't depend on a runaway bride, yet she demolished his existence.

He was nothing but a corpse left to be degraded. What did he do that made her leave? He wanted to be a better person for her, a more responsible one and what did she do? She left him on their supposed wedding day, for what... freedom?

'We had problems, everyone does. We could have fought through them perfectly but wasn't our bond strong enough? Weren't we strong enough?' He thought.

'She wrote in her letter that I was a mistake, we were a mistake because I wasn't ready to stand up for her. That I wasn't good enough for her because I chose to keep quiet when my father insulted her in front of me. Maybe I wasn't man enough but I was already fighting for her, for us but it wasn't enough for her.'

'She didn't demand a divorce, maybe she was okay with taking a Khula later or maybe she didn't take the Nikkah as a Nikkah in the first place and it doesn't matter to her if it's there or not, between them.' These thoughts made something to break in him.

"I lost everything and is she happy where ever she is?" He said to no one in particular as tears slipped.

One thing a normal person could see but he could not. The whole city was burning around him and he was standing there in the rain by a stopping pole as the police officers were beating the protesters.

It's seemed funny how the day he got ruined was the same day a political outcry was at its peak. Just after he found out that his wife left him on the day of her Ruksati, a major political figure got shot on the head. He came out on the streets as everyone at his house were panicking for his well-being and he walked for God knows how long until he came to a mid-section that divides the main market streets where protesters were burning cars and breaking shops but it was like he was bewildered by the whole fiasco as if he was alone on the planet.

The commotion around him was inaudible to his deaf ears. The view was black to his blind eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" A police officer gripped his shoulder and shook him but he didn't react.

"Maybe he lost his bride, look at his clothes." Another police officer uttered that made him cringe in his position yet he didn't look up at them.

"Or she ran off with her lover." The first officer said again making both of them laugh as the protesters were being arrested by the rest and that made him move but his move was not just any kind of movement, he punched the officers as the others came to get him off the two.

He only saw red. Rafan punched one of the officers multiple times, he poured all his anger out as he hit the officer's head with his own. There was continuous stinging pain each time he was beating them or someone was beating him but he did not stop not until a police officer hit him on the head from the back with a gun, making Rafan hold his head in pain and everyone took that as a chance to beat the living daylight out of him as he was lying almost dead on the road as the drop of water hit him constantly.

He thought maybe all of his pain will go away with this or at least suppress, it will stop the pain that he felt inside but no it was not stopping neither was his oozing blood. As another kick came in contact with his face, he coughed out blood. Slowly unconscious took his being away to another dream.

"Rafan stop, I am telling you don't come near me. I will scream. Ezzah and Pamir, they both are outside waiting for us, they will hear." Her bright but equally pink face sent a nervous expression.

"It's just a hug, finally we are married. That is a huge cause for an at least a mere act of affection, Jeena" I smiled at her now amused face over my defense.

"A hug? You call that a hug? The freelancing on my face is a hug to you? Mr. Ghamza, let me tell you that it is called smooching." Jeena explained as she faked a fit of anger with narrowed eyes.

"I kissed your forehead, just twice! I was happy." I cleared my throat as I went red remembering what I did. It was purely in the heat of the moment.

"In front of the witness, Mulana sahab and the lawyer who was marrying us off! I can't even look at Ezzah and Pamir right now. And your mother, oh my God!" She put her hand over her face, hiding it due to the embarrassment that I had caused.

"Hey, they won't mind." I took her hand off her face and took her delicate face in my rough hands. She was so beautiful.

"Yeah right! Like you know anything. Oh my God! Why you had to kiss my face like that?" She hit my chest with her tinny fist as I chuckled holding her in my arms.

"I love you," I said out of nowhere which made her uncontrolled rambling to stop. She looked at me as if I was crazy but I know, she only found honesty and care because that is the only thing that resides my heart whenever I look at her.

"You are lucky, I love you or you would have been dead by now." Jeena wiggled in my arms as I tighten them even more around her.

"I know biwi." That sound so foreign to me that I actually melted by the idea that we were married now and she was my wife.

"Remind me to thank Pamir for throwing me out that day from Ezzah's office when I met you," I said with a smile.

"Will do that." She said smirking. I am sure she remembered how she saw this stupid guy in the open for the first time.

I laughed as I heard her and placed my forehead against hers, as I breathe a content sigh out. Everything was finally over. Who knew a runaway wedding would be so peaceful. We didn't have to do it, it was just my father who was creating problems but now, everything was finished as soon as it could have been possible. I wanted to hold her forever and claim her as mine and now I could and that makes me the happiest man alive.

"Guys, we don't have all day. You should come out, people are staring at us. We are on a lookout for Allah's sake." A knock made us snap out of our bubble. We were in an empty room in the courthouse.

"It's fine, I am enjoying my own view, take your sweet time bro," Pamir screamed from the other side as he was probably looking at Ezzah.

"Pamir, my man did I tell you, I love you," I yelled as I am pleased by Pamir for shutting his wife so I could be with mine.

"Gay." Jeena mocked. It made me look down at the tiny women in my arms with slight shock.

"I am anything but that. Want proof." I grinned at her thinking exactly what she will say.

"Get away from me you, manw...." She stooped in her mid-sentence. Her curse word was right there.

"Man what?" I knew she was banned from her outrages cursing ability because Ezzah was pregnant with her firstborns, it was her last week and she came to Pakistan for us. So, Jeena will keep her promise to Ezzah and she won't curse in front of her.

"Nothing. Can we go please?" She begged for me to let her go.

"Fine," I said but I never left her.

"You know, you have to leave me for me to go, right?" she explained to me the obvious. Oh, much I found her sassy sarcasm cute.

"Yeah but if you give me a peck." I gave the rules, tapping my cheek.

"No way, first you shave that mustache off your face."

"It's not a mustache," I complained.

"It is if it's on your upper lips doesn't matter how much."

"But you have to kiss me on my cheek, not on my upper lip," I argued.

"Same thing."

"No, it is not. Why do you suck at anatomy? Stop being a spoilsport and just do it or we are staying here for the rest of our little lives which I don't mind at all." I smirked. I knew she wasn't winning this. I was damn sure about it.

"Fine, come here." Shocked by her sudden acceptance, I quickly gave her my right cheek. She came closer as she got a hold on my jaws but she was Jeena. She took my liability as an advantage and pushed me away and ran for the door.

"That is not fair," I shouted as I found my balance holding the wooden chair behind me.

"Everything is fair in love and war and this is a war for love, so yeah! Oh, that sounded so fudging cliche." she giggled on her own statement and ran outside while I stood there. I smiled rubbing my hairs from the back and then fixed them up in a better position. God, I loved her so much.

"But sir he attacked a police officer on duty."

"Who provoked him?"

"But Sir."

"Listen I have his papers, you can let him go." He finally heard the voices more clearly as he gained his consciousness.

"Yes, sir."

Where was he, he really didn't know, neither he cared but he comprehended a little by the movement and lights around him. He was probably in a hospital. The pain in his body was a lot yet he was neglecting it as he moved.

"Sir you cannot move. Please try to relax." A woman said and he stopped as he felt that moving wasn't helping him.

"How is he?" Asked someone. He could hear a whispered conversation.

"He is fine Olasyar and thank you, for doing... for coming in on such short notice." Someone said from a distance.

"It's fine Pamir. Zareen told me that you all might need me more."

"Yeah, I guess she was right." The person sounded depressed.

"If you need anything else, call me. I am going to take Zareen back home."

"That is a good idea. Can you do me a favor?" The voice seemed desperate.

"Sure, anything."

"Take Ezzah with you, she is not well."

"Okay, take care mate. Allah Hafiz."

"Allah Hafiz." And that was the last thing he heard before he went back in the darkness again.

He was covered in blood and blues. His eyes were slightly open yet they kept on closing. He had a breathing tube attached to his mouth but nothing seemed to help his current condition.

It would have been so much easier if he had not survived this. So much less of pain to take more.

Everyone was disturbed, scared but no one was even close to what he was. He was dead.

The closed doors of his mind lead the road to his soul to disappear. The arrows of pain passed his flesh and left him bleeding for longer then he could bear. The death was certain but how many times? That list was still unprepared for.

Chapter 1

So headphones down, Ass Salam Alaikum.

Hum agaye! Whats, up peeps

I officially welcome you to a new journey.

I missed you, did you miss me?

So things were going good

Our very own happy Rafan is now well...

Now he is just this,

I hope you like it and do not forget to give a feedback... well back and I hope it was not hard to understand what was going on.

Allah Hafiz