AHAD POV:
Sunday has always been my favorite day. She was born on this day, and every Sunday feels like the luckiest day, too. I always make sure to be productive on my weekends, not wanting to sleep but working on my habits, flaws, and personality.
I woke up early today, after performing Salah I did not sleep but made a list of things I wanted to do, I went shopping for groceries for my penthouse and some bike kits for me, and on my way back home I got some freshly baked cookies, mother love cookies and I surely do not forget to get those for her...
Thinking of having a brotherly time with Ashar. I called him, "Come, let's go to Seaview, then I'll accompany you to your today's race" I cut the call and waited for him to be at the seaside, watching the waves playing with each other while coming closer every time a new wave hit, the shores hit the sandy beach, second by second new waves trying to come closer to the land side, observing my surrounding, taking some deep breath I looked forward.
"Bhai, it's AFTERNOON, how can you come here right now, you called me here to do what?? I am getting bored already yar," Ashar complained like always.
He has always been a sunshiny person, not replying to his nonsense I kept my gaze focused on the waves, some minutes later I did not find him near me, looking around I found him standing with a girl in some great distance, he went to the roadside really fast, I thought to myself and started walking towards him, wanting to go with him to have a race at this time of the day.....
It's night already, sitting on my bike, I looked forward, nodding to all the things Ahmed is telling me, Ahmed is a doctor and a racer too, never letting go of his passion he did what he wanted with heart, I had always admired Ashar's company.
My parents raised us with love and taught us about the bond we should share, while I was a little cold yet a people pleaser, my two siblings were the opposite of me, they had a sunshine personality with straight forward mouth, and I was talking with Ahmed while I sat on my bike leaning forward a little to hear what he was whispering to me about Ashar wrongdoings.
Suddenly I felt someone continue to gaze at me, I felt stiffness at the back of my neck from the continuous gaze, and the tingling feeling I felt was unusual, wanting to see who is it, I looked in that direction but found no one looking but a car, to be specific Mercedes AMG GT, black the model should be 2019, the car is super expensive and good but I never saw this car here before, might be a newcomer, shrugging the thought I turned back and focused on our talk...
Today's race was not a race but a showcase about your bike and cars like drifting, wheeling, and much more, I didn't want to join this, but as always, I can never say NO to my baby brother, I have office tomorrow and today was hectic, I couldn't figure out if I'm tired, drained emotionally or physically, but whatever it was it didn't feel good....
It was already midnight when I came home, to my mother, I looked for her and found her sitting with Phupho (paternal aunt) at this time of the night. I didn't know auntie came from Lahore already and that she would talk to my mother...that's strange, my mother and my aunt don't share a very nice bond since my aunt hates my mother's guts to always correct my father...
Sitting at the lounge, taking slow and steady steps towards them, thinking to greet my aunt and ask her about her health when I overheard her saying, "Marry your Ahad with my daughter, she can take care of him, he's already a depressed brat, always sad, you guys have spoiled him, don't you know a boy should not show his emotions like a girl!! He didn't save her, did he? He let her die there, so why cry now? Always crying in your lap like a small kid, a 29-year-old man cries like a kid, oh, that's so embarrassing Sofia, listen to me, and marry him to my Seema he will be a man again."
Listening to what my aunt said to me, I was broken, can I defend her? I wanted to step towards her and tell her how her words could affect another person but my feet were frozen there, I couldn't take a step towards them, my emotions were taking the best of me, I couldn't control anymore and walked out of the place...
AUTHOR POV:
Riding his bike at a full speed of 320 km/h, not caring about his surroundings, feeling his eyes getting blurred, he didn't care and drove as fast as he could, words, words that could make any relation shatter, words that can change a beautiful relation to bitter ones...words that affected him to his core, words of his own family that hurt him more.... he drove, breaking the signals, speeding the bike, not caring about anything...
He saw the signal green and sped up his bike, crossing the flyover, speeding his bike more as the roads were almost empty with just some vehicles, he may have broken some signals but his mind wasn't working, looking at the next stop signal turn green, he speeds up his bike more when he saw a car coming from the wrong way. He couldn't stop his bike there.
Right at that moment, he couldn't think straight and suddenly everything turned upside down, his bike collided with a sports car. He crashed into the car with his head covered in a helmet but not his body covered in bike kit, he was thrown out of his bike, crashing into the road seeing his bike and the car fully damaged.
The empty road did no justice to them, he looked at his bike through his helmet and saw it lying on the road, broken like his own soul, the car damaged, and he could faintly see someone in the car, he looked at his bike again, his eyes focused on his bike, memories started floating around him.
He saw the scene from 4 years ago vividly in front of his eyes, still focused on his bike, he started crying, crying harder than he ever had.
He took some deep breaths and tried, tried to stand up, failed.... tried again.... taking a deep breath again, he tried and limped towards his bike. When suddenly he couldn't feel his legs working, falling on his keens as his lower body went numb. He looked towards the car and fell unconscious in the middle of the road...
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