"Mana ky tum lafzo'n ky
baashah ho
Par hum khamoshi pe
Raaj krty hain"

Back to present:
He looked at me for a second and then turned to look ahead again.
"M-mustafa a-apny usko itna kiun Mara.... Aghr kch ho jata ussy"
My voice wobbled as I asked angrily.
His gaze immediately hardened and he gripped the steering wheel Hard, his knuckles turning white.
"dur raho us sy... Aghr wo mujhy tumhary aas paas bhi kahin dikha to mujhsy burah koi nhi hoga" he said in the deadliest tone that sent shivers down my spine.

After that incident 4 years ago, before he left, things between us changed a lot. I could see how he got jealous every time I would be hanging out with any other male cousins that would act a bit to friendly.

He would express his worry about anything that had to do with me in a more serious way.
I would catch him staring at me randomly and when our eyes would meet he would smile.
A very rare smile is it.

The few times that our skin touched had my body on fire and my stomach transforming in a kaleidoscope.

He would come to my room to ask me how was school, he'd help me with any subjects that were a bit difficult.

I thought life was amazing, but of course it had to take a turn and guess what!
He left.
He didn't even tell me, not once he mentioned it to me.
He just left.

I was so used to him that the first months it was hard for me to even sleep.
I missed the light kiss on my forehead.
The caresses on my cheeks and hair.
I misses his love full gaze.
I missed every part of him.

He would call only when he knew I was not home.
Tayi ammi and ammi used to talk about how he was doing to Taya abbu and baba.
Every time I listened to them i would desperately hope that he had sent something for me...even just a Salam.

I started not caring about him... About his calls, about him.
apparently.

But only I knew that deep down in my heart I loved him immensely, so much that I would cry in the night looking at his pictures.
But in all this it didn't seem that he cared. Not at all.
.

...

"apko iss baat sy kya lgy aghr wo merre pichly Ata hai ya nhi? Aap hoty kon hain mujhy order deny waly? Main ussy jitni mrzi baat krun gy."
I exclaimed furiously when the caar stopped in the garage.
I took my bag and tried rushing towards my room.

I entered and was about to close the door when it was thrown open by him.
I stumbled back and looked at him with a deadly stare, but he didn't seem a bit affected by it.

He rapidly closed and locked the door and pushed me into the wall caging me with his big veiny arms.

" yeh kya kr rhy hain, chorein hmy, nikle hmary room sy" i managed to get out of my mouth. His intimidating figure having an affect on me.

He proceeded to wound his arm around my small waist and pushing me towards his chest.
My hand instantly came to rest on his well built chest and I tried pushing him to create a little space between us.
The close proximity was killing me.

"phir is Tarah mujhsy baat ki toh tumhy pta bhi nhi kya ho ga"
He whispered huskly in my ear.
His fingers digging in the curve of my waist and his lips slightly touching my earlobe.

" Haya main tumhary lye jaan dy bhi sakta hun, aur dihan sy sun lo, main jaan ly bhi sakta hun."

"Hum apky lgty kya hain jo aap yeh sb kr rhy hain? Aap bs hmary bhary cousin hain aur kch nhi. Apny hadd main rahiye."
"chorain hmy" I said barely controlling my emotions.

"tum mhy jaan bsty hai meri, haya."
"Mera sb kch ho tum" he said, his own eyes expressing his feelings but I can't forgive him like this.
I started sobbing, all the memories of when he was gone resurfacing in my mind.

"kch nhi lgty hain hum aapky, aghr lgty to ese chor ky na jaty humy " I whispered.
My tears falling helplessly.

My body, exhausted from todays events, gave up.
My arms going around his waist, hugging him while I cried my heart out.

"main kabhi ese nhi jana chata Tha, Mera yaqeen Mano jaan."
"pr mere paas aur koi choice bhi nhi thi"
"main janta hun ky meri wajah sy tumhy boht taqleef hui hai lekin Mera bhi wahan dil khish nhi Tha"
"tumhy kya lgta hai ky mujhy wahan py ja ky tumhary koi fiqr nhi thy?
Yeh Jan ny ky bawajood ky tum ro rhi ho wo bhi meri wajah se, aur yahan koi bhi nahi tumhary anso saaf krny ky lie main kch nhi kr skta Tha."

" mujhy maaf krdo"
He kissed the crown of my head and my temple

"ek message tk nhi kia apny hmy, Kia aapko hmary Zara si bhi fiqr nhi hui?
Apny bary main hi bta dety, aghr aap tkh hain, yeh to dur ki baat hai apny to hmy kbhi Salam bhi nhi bheji."
I said looking straight into his Grey memorizing orbs.

His eyes were getting red by the passing second.
He was trying desperately to control his emotions.

" apko pta hai ky mzy ki baat kya hai?. Aap hi hmary toty hue tukry jor rhy thy aur aap hi tor ky chaly gy."
I whispered while new, fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.

And with that I pushed him out of the door and locked it.

The pain he caused was a lot , only I know how I managed to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart and put them together.
All alone.

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