Haya's POV

Walking aimlessly, I don't know where I am and where I want to go. One thing that I know is that I cannot go back to watch them get married and have a happy life together. There is no going back, I cannot go there where it will be hard for me to breathe and my heart would be on fire. It would be like stabbing myself daily. The most humane thing that I can do to myself is to leave them.

"But where will I go "

"Why Shayan" I whispered while staring at the sky which was now pitch dark like it was going to rain soon, adding to my miseries. A tear slipped form my eyes dripping down form my chin.

I sobbed on the empty road with new set of tears. I was myself shocked, how can I cry this much. The roads were almost empty, I think because of the rain, just one or two car were passing by every 5 minutes.

While walking with wobbling legs his word kept on repeating in my mind. In low voices.

" Like all the girl out there, who were trying to catch my attention, you were trying too so I gave you extra attention, being a childhood friend."

How can he say that like I was not even worth his attention. The pain and hurt that came along with his words is unbearable. I am in a unbearable pain, the pain i never felt now is caging me.

"Why you did this to me?" I asked in a whisper audible only to myself.

"Am I that bad to be even considered as a option" i thought

"Haya just look at yourself why i would want a wife like you."

"Am i that ugly" I questioned myself

"you only know how to party Haya and dress like a slut. Why I would marry a girl who doesn't even know how to boil a egg. I want a mature wife like Haniya not a immature like you"

Because it was all because of you idiot,
It was all because of you (sob).

" Immature , slut , i don't want a wife like you "

" Please stop I a-am .... not like this " I said while shaking my head form left to right to fade away these voices but they were becoming louder and louder.

"What he said wrong? You yourself know. What he said was all true." My brain mocked

I left everything for him my hobbies, things i liked, my career, my friends and myself (sob).

"He never told you to" my brain mocked again.

I loved him damit. I LOVED HIM (sob)

"Did he said, he loves you too?" My brain mocked leaving me speechless.

" Immature , slut , Who would want a wife like you "

" No , no , no " I screamed while putting my hands on my ears, the noises in my head were getting too loud

Now it started to rain slowly. Rain drops mixing with my tears perfectly, wetting my face and clothes. Today i felt the clothes, I was wearing were the worst, showing my arms fully. My dupatta of net was unable to cover me or save me form this rain.

"What i am gonna do now!!? Why you did this Shayan ! "

"Why in the whole world you choosed my sister"

Why damit!!?? (sob)

"It could be any girl. Why you choosed only my sister "

" If i would have been any girl ........ Atleast i would have a home to return to and cry"

"How will i go back home. Shayan !"

"Where will i go now"

"I don't want to live anymore "

"I don't want to live anymore "

Third POV

Walking on the empty road Haya walked in the middle of the road unknowingly. Now the intensity of rain also increased. Haya's clothes were now sticking to her like a second layer of skin. Walking with trembling steps without any knowledge of things happening around. The only thing were the voices that she was trying to get rid off, shaking her head every now and then, to somehow fade them away. Haya pressed her hands fully on her ears to stop the voices but it was still not working.

On the other hand a car was coming straight to hit her. But due to heavy rain, the whipper of car were moving very fast making it more difficult for the driver to see the road clearly.

On the other other hand Haya was still moving in the middle of the road, captivated with the voices in her mind. Now she was blaming herself for the hurt she was facing. The pain that was choking her blocking all her senses.

Within seconds she was about to be hitted by the car.

The driver saw a shadow of someone before his car. He tried to look but the rain was not letting him. He blew the horn again and again but Haya was still walking like a corpuse in the middle.

The driver of the car stepped on the brakes forcefully but the due to rain the tyres of the car slipped. He tried to pull the hand brake, it worked but the time it worked the person infornt of car got hit.

As Haya got hit by the car. She fell down and rolled off few times and darkness consumed her.

Panicking the driver got out of the car forgetting the rain, to see the damage he has done. He saw a girl with blood coming out of her head, panicking he called to the other person in the car. It was lady of old age. Perhaps his mother.

"Amma! She is bleeding."

The lady on the passenger seat gasped and got out of the car, moving towards the girl they hitted. She came and sat down and lifted her head putting it in her lap.

"She needs treatment, we need to move her to hospital" the lady said while looking at her son.

"But Amma, it is a accident case it will not be easy to admit her to the hospital" He reasoned while still panicking.

The lady thought for a second and said "You are a doctor we can take her home till she becomes conscious. Then we will see what we can do". She looked at him hopefully.

The driver nodded in understanding.

"Now! Pick her up" She ordered her son.

Picking her up, he placed her on the back seat while the old lady opened the opposite door of the back seat of the car to sit in. Sitting in she places Haya's head in her lap and starts inspecting her head.

She had a cut on her head and few bruises. The thin net on her arm was now tronned because of the dragging showcasing her now bruised arms.
The lady started cleaning her head with her dupatta.

The driver also got in the car and started driving towards his house without wasting anytime.

Unaware of anything Haya was going towards a new turn of her life. The one she never knew she could go to.

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"Amma, Did she woke up" The lady's son asked her

" No! Beta she is having fever" the lady informed.

" Hmmm" he hummed in response checking Haya's vitals

"But there was no serious injury. I am unable to understand all her condition" The lady stated.

" I think she was in rain for quite long that why she catched a fever. She will be alright in a day". He tried to calm her

" What is her temperature now" The man asked.

"It has lowered down after you gave her the injection" the lady said while placing wet cloth on Haya's head pressing it gently.

" Hmm .... If her temperature gets high, inform me quickly, I will give her another injection" The man informed while leaving his mother and Haya.

After the accident the lady and her son brought her at home. After stitching her cut on forehead and applying antiseptic on her bruises. The lady changed her clothes and her son attached a IV fluid to her wrist but after sometime she started having fever. All night she was burning in fever. The lady was up all night with her placing wet cloth on her forehead.

The lady was constantly placing wet cloth on her forehead and was whipping her arms to lower her temperature. She was worried as hell for Haya. She was constantly reciting some surah and blowing on her.

Haya was unconscious for almost a day and half now. But she was mumbling few words that the lady was unable to understand. Her son gave Haya again a injection to lower her temperature but as the effect of the injection fade aways her temperature rises again.

Finally the third day was about to end now but Haya's condition was same but thankfully her temperature was better than the last two days.

They were unable to make any contact with Haya's family. She lost her phone on the beach somewhere and her condition didn't allowed her to find it.

The lady went to pray while her son was giving her injection with new medicine of low dose.

Haya's eyes opened up a little. The man continued his work without noticing anything.

As a pain raised in Haya's arm she opened her eyes fully to see what caused it. Then her eyes landed on a man giving her injection. She freaked out and jumped up in sitting position.

"Lady are you okay" The man asked while raising his eyebrows slightly in a questioning manner.

Haya wanted to ask who was he but her voice didn't came out. She freaked out more and started moving backwards, until her back was pressed with headboard. She wanted to know who he is and what is he doing here.

Haya started looking around and seeing herself in a strange place with a man. She freaked out as a hell.

"Wh-who ....ar-are.....y-you" She asked hardly ignoring the burning sensation of her thoart.

"Are you okay" the man said while holding her by her shoulders

Pushing his hand Haya tried to stand up her feets but her feets didn't have any strength for that, trembling she stands up and goes to a corner of the room.

The man got some idea and raised her hands to show that he doesn't mean any harm.

Placing her hands on her chest in a cross manner. She saw herself into new set of clothes that didn't belonged to her. The worst senior formed in her head.

"St-stay .... AWAY" She pushed her vocal cords to scream.

"St-stay....away...stay AWAY" Now she screamed.

"It okay lady. Its not what you are thinking" The man defended himself.

"Stay Away" Haya said while controlling her tears on the tip of her eyelashes.

On hearing the voices form the room. The lady quickly finished her prayer, flodding the praying mat. She ran towards the room.

"Amma!" Seeing Haya's situation the man called his mother.

At the same time the lady entered into the room whose door was already opened.

Rushing towards scared haya

" Its okay beta(child), I am here. Everything will be alright". The lady said while holding her shoulders.

"Its okay beta(child)" She said in a calming way to make her believe while caressing her cheek.

"Amma!" A sound ripped form her thoart.

In the next moment she was hugging the lady like her life was depending on it.

"Haya!" The lady exclaimed in a surprised way.

"Haya is this you" the lady conforted.

Haya just simply nodded in the crock of her neck letting her tears to flow.

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