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chapter 7.14

Shattered Hearts 

Arsalan's POV

"Maulana Sahab! Nikah ka bataiye ap, kia Tehreem k sign ker deney se waqai.....

Dad trailed off looking at the long bearded man who had a deep frown on his broad forehead.

"Asad sahib! Ye nikah maflooj nikah hea. ap fiker mat Karen. Lerki ka pehla nikah us k wali ki maujoodgi or razamandi k baghair nai ho sakta"

Dad's face which was tensed till now relaxed a little and he looked at me with the same expression I was trying to escape.

"Arsalan beta! tum....

"Dad please! Do not expect anything from me, I have already made myself clear on this issue. I am up to no help for you guys here" I stood up, reminding him about our last night's conversation.

"Asad sahib! Wesey to mera koi haq nai banta apk mamlat mein dakhalandazi ka, mager meri maniye to ap bachey per zaberdasti na he Karen to behter hea" he stated softly to dad as I walked up to the window.

"Koi zaberdasti nai ker raha mager Maa baap bacho ko samjha to saktey hen na?" I heard dad stating.

Mom along with a maid stepped inside the drawing room, dragging the tea trolley towards the sitting.

"Maulana sahib! Tehreem ghar ki bachi hea, izzat hea hamari. Hamarey khandan ka fakhr hea, ye khush kismati ho gi Arsalan ki mager wo samjhey tab na" Mom was no less than dad. I turned and walked up to Mom.

"do whatever you people want to do, but trust me Mom! this won't go in anyone's favor" and with that I marched out of the drawing room, out of that suffocation.

Pata nai q mujhey bali ka bakra bana rahe hen ye log....

Shehry's POV

"Shaista band karo ye rona dhona, aj k bad koi is ghar mein Tehreem ki bat nai karey ga, jo hua bus ho gaya merey bety ko lerkiyon ki kami nai" it was definitely a rare occasion, Dad taking Hussain's side.

"Mom! please... stop it. Dad is right, we should forget it and let him forget as well, otherwise Hussain will stay stuck in his past" I wrapped my arm around Mom's shoulders stating softly, with the other hand I wiped the tear away her cheek.

"I can't see him like this" She uttered and I heaved up a sigh.

"Ap usey zaberdast wahan se le aaye, usey Tehreem ko samjhaney ka moqa to detey" Mom complained. "Wo kesey bhool paye ga sab?"

"he will be okay, once he will continue his studies here all will be fine, back to normal" Dad assured her or maybe himself.

"Shehry! I have asked the dealer about that apartment, they haven't rented it yet. You two can move in" Dad informed me and in disbelief I looked at him and then at Mom.

"But dad! you said its too expens...

"I said that and now am saying this. Hussain has to complete his studies and I don't want him alone here"

"per dad wahan apka kam..."

"tumharey peida honey se pehly bhi tumhara baap sambhalta tha apna kam aj bhi sambhal le ga" he cut me through and I pressed a flushed smile. "I want you to be with Hussain"

He added lowly before leaving the room, I know Dad! I know you are blaming yourself for whatever happened to Hussain. I know you are broken inside too... but you wont show it to us.

"Mom!"

"Ji beta!"

"Mom! ap dad ko kahiye ga k wo pareshan nah on, mein hoon na yahan Hussain k pas wo do din mein theek ho jaye ga, mein theek ker doon ga sab bus Dad bekar mein guilty feel na Karen. There is none of his fault in all this"

She touched my face affectionately. "I know you will set everything right Shehry! I know...." And with that she quietly got up and walked out of the room.

Heaving up a deep sigh I stepped out of the room and headed upstairs, me and Hussain were sharing room with Waqas and as he was out of town so it was a huge ass room too much for us two. I walked up to the room and pushed the door back.

Finding Hussain rummaging through the suitcase while a couple of wheeler were placed on the bed; open and things scattered out from them.

"Oye khotey de putter! Ae ki ker ra hea?" I marched towards him but he didn't respond, kept on throwing clothes out from the suitcase as if trying to find his life out of it...

"Oye kera tera oxygen mask gawach gaya hea? ki kaali pai vi ae?" I kept on asking but he ignored me, his forehead tensed with a thousand frowns and I finally grabbed his wrist stopping him.

"What happened bro! what are you trying to dig out?"

"My diary" he uttered and my grip around his wrist loosened as I looked here and there trying to be normal.

"Uh- diary? What diary? Which diary?"

"Shehry! My diary, I can't find it anywhere." He once again looked down and picked up the other wheeler putting it on the bed he unzipped it and was about to throw more mess in the room when I spoke...

"I gave it to Tehreem"

His hands automatically stopped moving and his head spun up, his eyes a little wide with disbelief as he gawked at my face and I pressed a cheeky smile.

Tu to gaya Shehry aj! Inna lilahi wa inna ilaihi ra'jioon

"what?" he exclaimed a gasp disbelievingly and I rolled my eyes, trying to sound normal.

"Come on bro! its not that big deal, I just thought...

"Shehry! stop kidding and return my diary" he cut my through, his expressions meant business. I was deep in shit.

"am not kidding I can not... am not married yet Hussain! haram haram!! Astaghfirullah!!!" I touched my ear lobes pretending oblivious to the anguish he was going through but the next moment my eyes widened as Hussain kicked the wheeler hard making all the clothes rolled off it, with it crashing on the floor.

"Oh teriiii khair!"

"Stop with your stupid jokes Shehry! and return my diary" he screamed pointing his index threateningly at me and I raised my palms up defensively.

"Okay okay! relax bakri! Dekh am not joking I gave your diary to Tehreem last time when we....

"Why?" he grumpily cried at my face, not letting me complete my statement. "why did you do that? It was mine, you were not supposed to give it to anybody and specially her... tujhey nai dikhata tha mein kabhi wo, or tu ne....

He trailed off as he rack his fingers through his hair in frustration, his teeth gritted and face tensed as he once again kicked the suitcase hard.

"You refused to talk to her, clear things out so I thought....

I stopped in the middle as he glared at me, making me shut up for a while but then I rolled my eyes.

"dekh Hussain! khamosh rehne se mahaan ban'ney se kuch nai hota you had to tell her that all was not your bloody fault" I stated seriously this time.

"I didn't want to clear anything, and trust me mein mahaan nai ban raha... mein woi hoon jo Tehreem ne kaha tha; jhoota, dhokeybaaz, la-deen. Na mein us k qabil tha na kisi or k qabil hoon. I deserve nothing but what I have got Shehry; pain and rejection"

He spatted angrily, but I could see that ache that pain through his bloodshot angry eyes.

"Thank you very much" he snapped with his teeth gritted and barged out of the room.

"Hayee Rabba! kia karoon ga mein is laundey ka?"

Gul's POV

"Gul beta! ub bus bhi karo. Kab tak aesey he udaas raho gi?"

"you should have seen them Khaloo! Hussain and Ibraheem, they stood there like enemies, worst enemies.... They have shattered everything, friendship, that love, that bond...." Tear rolled down.

"just for a girl?" I looked at his face, I still couldn't believe all was done due to just one girl. "15 years Khaloo! 15 years bond is broken just for a girl?"

"its not like what you are thinking Gul beta! its not about a girl, its about love.... Ye heer ranjha laila majnoo, ye sab bus ek insaan k liye fanaa nai huye thy, ye apney dil k hathon majboor thy... dil, jo kisi ki nai suntan beta! bara zalim hea ye" he heaved up a little sigh and I just blankly look at him.

"per Hussain or Ibraheem to bhai thy, jaan lutatey thy ek doosrey per Khaloo! Ek doosrey ka ilzaam apney sr le liya kerty thy, Hussain ek bal nai dekh sakta tha Ibraheem k mathy per or Ibraheem apni khud ki maa se lerr jata tha Hussain k liye"

"phir itni nafrat kahan se aa gai? Q ho gai? Sab khatam ho gaya hea Khaloo!" tears rolling down once again, khaloo moved a little forward and pulled me into his arms; comforting me, stroking my hair softly.

"All will be okay beta! inn shaa Allah! Tum dekhna ek din sab theek ho jaye ga" he assured me but I wasn't.... "sab phir se wesa he ho jaye ga"

Ibraheem's POV

"kia koi sharam haya nai bachi tumharey ander? Itna sab berbaad ker k phir kia lene aaye ho?" Samra spatted on my face as I stood there in the same hall where once Tehreem signed those papers, and sealed herself to be mine forever.

"I want to meet her, she is my wife you cant keep her away from me" I tried to take a step forward when she came and stood in my way blocking the stair case.

"Tehreem has badly shattered Ibraheem! and you better not come in her way again, she and her mother... there is nothing left for them now, itna toota hua to mein ne kabhi nai dekha tha Haleema Aunty ko"

"or ye sab tumhari waja se hua hea, na tum dost ban pae na muhabbat ker pae. Or ye shadi wali bat dobara mat ker" she pointed her finger at me as if was warning me of something.

"wo nikah koi nikah nai tha, shadi mazak nai hoti k gun point per sign kerwa liye.... Agar Tehreem k chacha aa gaye is waqt to tumhari hadiyan bhi nai milen gi, chale jao yahan se"

"Dekho Samra! mein Tehreem se mile baghair nai jaoon ga. Mein muhabbat kerta hoon us se koi samajhta q nai...

"q k muhabbat nai hea ye, pagalpan hea tumhara. You are a psycho" she patted angrily and I gulped the lump down my throat.

"if you think that all this will stop me from loving her, you are mistaken" I firmly claimed. "my love for Tehreem can only increase and there is nothing.... Nothing in this whole fucking world that can stop me"

"tum log mujhey door nai rakh saktey us se. koshish ker lo jitni chaho" and with that I moved aside and walked up to the stairs when sudden I heard foot steps, rapid... urgent, raged up.

Before I could turn and find who it was somebody grabbed my collar from behind and the next moment I was turned around with a fist in my face, making me wince in pain, falling down on the carpeted floor, completely off guard.

"How dare you step back here?" I turned my head, finding Tehreem's cousin standing tall in front of me, Samra was horrified next to him. "taange turwa doon ga tumhari" he added, I tried to get up when he bent down and held my collars pulling me up on my feet.

A warm little stream was already oozing out from my nostril making my head numb.

"kahan ghayab kara doon ga kisi ko khaber tak nai ho gi" he sneered deep in my eyes.

"mein phir bhi muhabbat karoon ga Tehreem se" I uttered, there was no fear in my heart.... Loving Tehreem was the only thing I could remember.

His face muscles got tensed and teeth gritted as he pushed me hard, my back hit the wall as he pinned me there still holding my collars glaring swords at me.

I smiled a little despite the pain. "am not afraid, not anymore. Buhat dar dar ki jiya hoon, ub dar nai lagta.... ishq kerta hoon Tehreem se, tum ker lo jo kerna hea"

"Shut up!!!" with his growl the hand once again flew into air when somebody came running down the stairs and I looked up.

"Let him go" Tehreem's voice... just her voice made me forget the pain, the ache in my heart. Her presence in front of me was like oasis in the middle of a desert.

Tehreem's POV

"let him go" I practically screamed as Arsalan's hand swayed in air but stopped as he caught sight of me, I walked up to them; Arsalan's eyes fuming while Ibraheem stood there with a soft, strange smile on his face.... His nose bleeding but it seemed as if he didn't care. That smile on his face, that stare upon me made me lower my gaze.

"Stop all this. Stop fighting please!" I looked at Arsalan who was still mad.

"Are you taking his side?" he asked with a frown and I helplessly shook my head. "don't tell me Tehreem there is something you and....

He trailed off as I gave him a look but then continued taking a step towards me.

"kaheen aesa to nai k waqai dil aa gaya tha tumhara apney honey waley shohar k dost per?" he spatted and my heart sank inside my tummy, as disgust spit through his words.

"Arsalan bhai! please.....

He took an other step closer and my frown went deeper. "gunah tumhara or bhuktoon mein? Khandan ki izzat per dagh tum lagao or mitaoon mein....

Before I could stop him, Ibraheem grabbed his elbow and almost jerked him around making Arsalan face him. "door reh ker bat karo" he glared into his eyes.

"and don't you dare utter a single word about her" Ibraheem threatened him, they were emitting fire through their eyes. My heart was panicking and Samara quickly held my hand assuring me all was fine but I knew it wasn't....

"kia ker lo ge?" Arsalan provoked him.

"Jan le loon ga" Ibraheem spatted with his teeth gritted and once again they grabbed each others collars I felt if this wasn't stopped something extremely terrible would take place.

"Stop it. Stop it you two" I screamed on the top of my lungs as they both were now on the floor, Ibraheem had pinned Arsalan down with his fist targeted on his face down.

"Samra! stop them....

"Ma!"

"Nawab uncle!!!" Samra ran outside to call somebody when I just fell there on the carpet crying my heart out into tears and pain.

Samra's POV

"Arslan bhai to zara bhi izzat nai kerty tumhari Thereem! Never say yes for this marriage" I held her hands in mine, who was constantly hiccuping in between sobs.

"Hussain ne bhi to nai ki. Shaid qismat mein he nai merey izzat" she stated, pain evident in her dejected tone and my heart clenched inside.

"I don't know about Hussain, I dunno what had happened, whose fault was this but trust me Tehreem! That love in his eyes for you, wasn't fake" I said and she looked at me.

"what kind of love it was Samra! that left me with no peace, no happiness, no respect. Everybody is accusing me for having an affair with.....

She broke down once again, tears rapidly flowing through her eyes and I pulled her in for a hug.

"Ssh! Its okay. its okay Tehreem! Allah sab dekh raha hea. wo...

I was in the middle when she pulled back, her puffed eyes peering into mine with her face having complain.

"Rabb dekh raha hea? agar Wo dekh raha hea to phir aesa q honey diya us ne? agar Wo dekh raha hea to q Hussain ko bheja Us ne? q hua ye sab.... Mein achi lerki nai hoon Samra! mein achi lerki nai hoon. Mera Rabb mujhey pasand nai kerta tabhi ye-ye sab hua merey sath. Mein-me....

Words caught up in her throat as she convulsed and my heart fisted inside.

After crying for long, she finally pulled up wiping her face she got up and walked up to the study table. I knew what she was looking for....

You are dead Samra!!! inna lilahi wa inna ilaihi ra'jioon.

"Kahan rakh diya mein ne?" she stated to herself and I cleared my throat.

"Uh- are you trying to find something?"

"yeah! My Quran"

"Uh-wo... umm..

She turned looking at me and a frown appeared on her forehead as she caught my expressions.

"wo actually, it is with Hussain"

"what?" she gasped taking steps towards me and I got up from the bed.

"Samra! mazak mat karo, I want it. I want it now" I felt she would cry.

"wo aya tha na jab janey se pehley, tum se milney k liye or tum ne milne se mana ker diya tha.....

I was dragging things purposely, trying to make her realize she misbehaved with him. "he came here to your room and he took your Quran with him, I asked him what he would do to it but he didn't tell me anything bus dekhta raha Quran ko khamoshi se, phir le gaya apney sath"

Tehreem listened to me... or maybe she didn't listen anything, tears rolling down her cheeks as she rolled her lower lip inward holding a whimper but failed badly as it escaped her lips and she almost ran into the washroom.

heaving up a helpless sigh I got up and picked up the handbag, taking the white box out i placed it on Tehreem's bed and walking up to the door I knocked. "Tehreem! Shehry had left for you something, its on the table. Utha ker phenk deney se pehley ek bar dekh lena"

And with that I left her room.

Hussain's POV

Tum la deen ho jhootey ho. Mera Rabb tumhen kabhi maaf nai karey ga.

Han hoon mein la-deen, hoon jhoota... or nai bhi hoon to ub ban k dikhaoon ga. Wo sab karoon ga jis ka ilzaam laga mujh per Tehreem Sultan!

Tum ho gi buhat deendar, buhat Allah wali ho gi, mager buhtaan laga ker tum ne bhi sabit ker diya k insaan insaan he hota hea, farishta koi nai hota.

Tumhen hoga ghuroor apni ibadat per to rakho apni ibadat apney pas.... Kia faida aesi dua'on ka, aesey sajdon ka jo maghroor bana den, jo  kisi insaan ko insaan na samjhen, jo itna khud pasand bana den k phir insaan kisi ki khata maf na ker paye.

I wanted to hate her, I wanted to ferget her and take her out of my mind but despite all the anger all the rage I couldn't help thinking about Tehreem all the time.

Kia ho jata agar ek bar mil leti mujh se, sun leti meri bat... maaf ker deti mujhey.

Doesn't matter how hard I tried not to cry but a tear after all the struggle escaped my eye as I kept walking on of the busy roads in New York.

Holding it close to my heart, keeping it firm to my chest with my arms crossed over it. I looked down, a tear dropped down on the black, old, a little ragged velvet fabric....

It had her smell, it had her touch still on it, every page, every line, every word... all over it.

I sat down on the sidewalk, wiping my face I opened the hefty book and suddenly the scent of old paper, ink and Tehreem... engulfed me and my heart fisted inside the cage.

My fingers softly trailed over the words....

Her safhey per, her lafz, her herf per Tehreem ka lams tha, us k honey ka ahsaas tha. Bus wo nai thi....

My head pulled back and I looked up at the pitch dark sky.... "mein ye apney sath le aya hoon Tehreem! Tumhara hissa tumhara ahsas apney sath aaya hoon, jab jab tum isey yad karo gi.... Tumhara dil mera zikr zaroor karey ga"

Tehreem's POV

I dunno why am leaving this for you Tehreem! This is something even I didn't know about; I always thought my brother never hides anything from me, but I was wrong, there were things Hussain kept hidden from me even.

There is one thing for sure, there is going to be a lot of hatred for you inside these pages but trust me my brother has loved you. Hussain has loved you Tehreem!there is definitely something about you that changed him, his thoughts, his perception... and he fell in love with you.

Tum yaqeen nai karo gi janta hoon, ya shaid ker bhi lo.... Mager ek bar isey zaroor perhna, or jan'na Hussain ko; wo utna bhi bura nai jitna tumne soch liya, wo khatakar zaroor hea mager gunahgar naheen.

If you have ever loved him for a minute, for a moment, just read it and please forgive him.... coz I dunnu about you but I love my brother and I can't see him in pain.

Or ye shadi ka jorra Hussain tumharey liye laya tha.... tum chaho to jala do, phenk do bus itna yad rakhna is mein piyar hea merey bhai ka. 

Shehry

I looked to my left, a light embellished fabric was there inside the box, the red color piercing into my eyes and aching my heart. Slowly I picked up the box and my fingers touched the floral embroidery; it seemed so numb so dead... just like my heart. 

"why can't I hate him? why can't I stop thinking about him?"

"kia mein bhi fanaa ho gai hoon? Kia mujhey bhi insaan ki muhabbat ne berbad ker diya hea?"

"kun meri sochon se nai ja rahe wo?" tears rolled down, wetting the paper in my hand and I slowly looked down at the brown leather diary in my lap, my fingers trailed the cover; soft but cold and numb.

I couldn't dare to open it, reading was a whole different thing....

What if... what if I was wrong? What if Hussain was innocent? What if everything I saw was my perspective? What if.....?

I was missing my Quran... it was more thana decade it was with me, through every thick and thin and today when I needed it the most I didn't have it....

"Janti hoon q le gaye usey apne sath.... Wo meri sochon se, meri yadon se nai nikalna chahtey"

"but my life has no place for you in it Hussain! you need to go... you need to go out of it"

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One word for.......

Hussain:

Tehreem:

Ibraheem:

Arsalan :D :-p

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