Entangled Echoes of Heart
From her house, he drove straight to his farmhouse, which was situated at a much more distant place from the city, nestled amidst rolling green fields and filled with the sweet scent of nature. At this time, he was so confused that he felt like he was tangled up in a confusing thread of emotions, unable to understand his inner feelings. He sat in a quiet, silent place, trying to listen to the uproars of his heart, wondering, "What is happening to me? Why is she affecting me so much?"
He moved his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. Lighting his cigarette, he placed it between his lips and leaned his head back on the chair. His heart was screaming that gentle breezes of love had engulfed him, but he continued to deny the witnesses of his heart. "There is nothing like love; it is only emotional propaganda that always leads you to destruction. The path of love is full of losses and defeats," argued his mind with his heart. "Love cannot be measured on a scale of gains and losses. It is not a business deal," responded his heart.
He opened his eyes, irritated, and took a deep breath to normalize himself. Her face, full of peace, where raindrops were rolling down, reflected in front of his eyes. "You are too innocent for me. You are like a fragile flower, and I will end up breaking your petals. The dreadful valley of my life will haunt this little bird of love," he took a cold sigh, "just don't come in front of me again; otherwise, the shine of your sparkling nose ring will lead you down the path of destruction with no way back."
He was lost in the momentum of his thoughts, "I cannot love you. There is no place for love in my life. I cannot afford it. I cannot give birth to this weakness in SHAHMEER SIKANDAR."
In a fancy restaurant, they were engaged in conversation. "Why are you not coming to college?" Raha asked while sipping juice. "Ufff, I was not feeling well, dude. And what is the point of coming to college now?" she replied in a disappointed tone. "Don't think like this, Aina. I am trying to figure out a solution. Believe me, I will not let this happen," he reassured, holding her hand. "Raha, you will stay out of it, please, dude. Just let it happen. I cannot fight this," she said.
"What are you saying?" She was speaking when she lost hold of the glass, and juice spilled on her shirt. "Ooo shit. I will be back; let me go and clean it," Raha went to the washroom.
Alone at the table, she contemplated the bitterness of life. Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. That gentle tone echoed in her ears. She looked around in search of him. After a few seconds, she saw him sitting in the corner, talking on the phone. She stared at him for a while and then, without thinking, walked toward him. Zaviyar was busy with his phone when he noticed her approaching.
"Hii," Aina said nervously. "Hii, how are you?" he asked excitedly. "I am fine," she replied. "Please have a seat," he offered. Initially hesitant, she eventually sat down. "I am sorry I didn't ask your name that night," he said. "Aina Durrani," she responded, and silence ensued.
"Did you get your car safely?" he asked about her car. "Umm, yes, and thank you so much. It is working well now," she said. "Oh, that's good," he replied.
"Your coat," she mentioned. "Yes?" he seemed confused. She clarified, "No, I don't mean it. Actually, I wanted to say that I have your coat you gave me that night. I forgot to return it to you." Understanding her point, he laughed. "You can have it. I don't want it back," he said, smiling.
"Really? You don't want it back?" She asked excitedly. "Yes, I really don't want it back," he affirmed. "Did you come here alone?" he inquired. "No, I came with my friend. She went to the washroom. Why is she not back yet? I think I should go and check on her," Aina got up. "Bye."
"Bye, and wait a sec," he took his card from his wallet and gave it to her. "Keep it, and you can ask for my help whenever you need it," he said while looking into her eyes. They exchanged a gaze for a few seconds, and then she walked away.