Author POV:
The sun was setting down like always, making the sky look pretty, and everyone glowed. He sat on the sandy beach thinking about how his life had changed four years ago when he thought the world had collapsed. His life had turned upside down on the road of Shahrah-e-Faisal. He never wanted to go through that road that night. He never thought his life would change like this.
Everything hurts him till today, the pain that he had gone through 4 years ago and left him deeply heartbroken, the pain that has never lessened and never will.
Destiny has played its role for his side till now.
He had closed his heart, clearly not wanting anyone around him to make him feel anything that he thought would make him happy when his happiness had already gone...
He stood up from the beach and cleaned his clothes. His 6'3 "height made him look so attractive to others around him, but he didn't look towards them. Ignoring all the stares he got from them, he walked towards the road, put on his helmet and jacket, sat on his bike, and rode off.
The man he is! Everyone wants him for his looks to his money, but no one wants to see the side he wants to show to his only destined person.
Ahad Mir...
The man that everyone now fears was once a very bubbly personality boy. He became a cold man now, a man no one denies, a man who only fears his Almighty Allah...
He sure is handsome with his 6'3 "height and style, black doe eyes with a little cut on his left cheek side, and a mole on his right ear that looks too attractive if one sees it clearly.
Riding his bike, a Kawasaki Ninja h2r with its full speed of 380 kilometers per hour (240 mph) on the roads of Karachi, where he can easily get into an accident...
Thinking about the things that have been happening in his life now has made him furious yet calm from the inside. Riding his favorite bike, he finally reached home. When Isha Adhan just started, parking his bike in his garage, he went to do ablution and made his way towards the Masjid, which is a few blocks away from his house.
Praying salah has always comforted him. He prayed to Allah, "Yaa Allah, the pain that you have given me was meant to happen, knowing it's a test from you for me. I'm trying harder every day not to think about the incident, but Allah, I trust you. I trust only you, Allah. Please write what's best for me in my destiny."
He always prayed to Allah to make him die. He prayed for his death for 4 years now, every day he wanted to die, but destiny had made another plan set for him already...
Standing up, he walked out of the Masjid and went to his house.
Cooking a meal has always been his favorite part, but it has become a burden to him for the last 4 years, he now has a chief who cooks his food. After having his meal, Qorma with rice...he thanked Allah and went towards the garage to take his bike and ride towards the roads of Karachi, which at the time of 2 am will be empty.....
Riding his bike all night on Saturday nights is a must for him, senseless mind, and no thoughts just rides towards the place which the roads take him...
The sound that his bike made was the only thing he could hear. The faster he went the more fearless he got. Never thinking about anyone, he was riding the bike when he felt a sudden vibration from his pant pocket, knowing very well who would it be he let it slide, the phone kept ringing and the vibration of it started to irritate him, finally after 5 missed calls the phone ringing stopped which he didn't give his interest too.
He stopped the bike at the side of the beach again, but this time, he saw a family at the beach hanging out in the night of silence they were roaming here and there laughing together.
Ahad Mir watched them silently, observing them, their happiness was visible on their face, a small smile made its way to his lips as he saw 2 little twins playing with each other, trying to make each other eat nothing but spoons, he smiled and shook his head a little, it's been so long since he last felt the joy that he felt now watching the kids...
He started his bike again, riding on it towards the Masjid as it was the time of the fajr prayer, stopping right in front of the Masjid he got down and went in to pray.
Coming to his house after praying, he directly went to the bed and fell asleep...
His nights are filled with numerous nightmares that make him suffocate in his own house. The laughter he hears every night and day makes him feel nothing but depressed...the soft smile and excited eyes are all he can see vividly in his dreams...
He misses her a lot, but he can never see her now.
He watched his beloved one die in front of his eyes while he couldn't do anything. He felt like he had seen the worst...
Slowly, some salty water started to drip down his closed eyes. Gradually, he started crying with no sound coming out of his mouth until he felt someone hugging him and caressing his head lightly, he hugged back and slept again, knowing his safe place, his mother was there to protect him from the nightmares already...
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