HAYAT POV:
I had a great time today, I was in my room reading my book, halfway into the book when I heard some knock, knowing Uncle Auntie might have come back home and wanted to meet me.
I smiled, looking up, saying, "Come in," excitingly when my eyes met with the person whose eyes I had inherited and always regret looking at, "Father, you he- here," I said, knowing no one could save me from his wrath here and I'll start crying soon.
I tried to calm myself down when he said "Yes I'm here, I want your car keys, I'll take your car away now, Sana likes your car a lot and I want to give her yours, now pass me the keys," he did not hesitate to say such disgusting thing, how can he take his daughter things to give his another daughter? When he can buy her a more expensive car.
"I won't give you my car keys Father, this car is mine, I got it as my gift and I won't give the keys to you, never!" I stated my point looking right in his eyes.
I could see him getting furious when he again opened his mouth to speak but yelled "I will take this car right now, you have done nothing good to me! you're just a burden, I should have abandoned you the moment you were born you brat! always being a burden! you're such a failure!" He did not even think before speaking today...
Pathetic tears....tears which held no importance, tears welled up in my eyes, Uncle Auntie came hurriedly into my room, and seeing my eyes welled up, Uncle came forward and stood in front of me, hiding me behind his back, knowing he might have heard every word and there will be going to be a fight between two brothers because of me, I took my car keys from the nightstand and run away...
I'm always good at running away, and I'll always do it....I'll always choose to run away rather than solve a problem.
Not caring about the car's speed, I drove faster than ever, 318 kmph, and tears were running down my cheeks, my head was hurting so bad, he never wanted me then why didn't he give me away to Uncle, he loves me so much, he should have been my father instead of him, how can a father be this cruel?
How?
Am I not her daughter?
Am I not good enough?
Am I not loveable?
I thought to myself when I didn't see the signal light and drove faster... I screamed and cried, cried as much I could... breaking the signals I crossed a lot of roads and suddenly my car collided with a bike, the airbags were instantly opened up but my head was hit by the steering wheel already, I couldn't feel anything but pain...
The pain did no justice to me.... this pain didn't hurt more than the pain in my heart, the pain I felt when my father didn't love me, the back of my neck hurt, my eyes were closing, I tried my best to look around myself and found myself staring at the body just some feet away, laying in the road, his arms and legs were bleeding, praying for him to be okay I fell unconscious...
AUTHOR POV:
Two patients were admitted to the hospital, and the media instantly knew about it. How could it not be, when the billionaire was injured? Ahad was always out of the camera's reach, but he was recognized by many for his boldness, his personality, his family, his past, and his hard work.
At the age of 20, he chose to build his own company rather than join his father's business, he worked hard and built his empire, with respect for others, he made himself known by many but always hidden from the media, his power to succeed or ruin anyone could not be unseen...
After gaining consciousness back, Ahad wanted to drink some water when he felt someone's head on his arm, "You're finally awake, bhai."
He found Ashar sitting beside him, he asked for water after drinking some water he looked at his brother for some time and asked about how he got here...
Ashar replied, "Bhai you had an accident with a car, the girl is injured too, she is still unconscious, and mom and dad went to check on her while I waited here since her family has been out of reach, the media knows about the accident but I have covered it up for you already" He looked down after explaining everything...
Ahad asked about his bike to which Ashar with a lot of hesitation said, "Bhai- hmm- both your bike and car are shifted to the garage of my house."
Ahad knew something was fishy, but he was in too much pain to think about it now, that he thought to let it side for now...
On the other hand, Hayat was awakened by now, too. She looked for someone for her to be there but found no one when suddenly the door opened and saw her chachi standing there with teary eyes, seeing her Chanda (literal means: moon 'but here used as baby') awoke she ran to her and hugged her, asking if she's alright...
Hayat hugged her back and asked about how she came here and how they found out about her, "you ran away without thinking about us, your uncle fought with his brother and the end wasn't what we expected... no one was there when the accident happened but somehow some bikers found you and the bike guy there, they took you both to the hospital, while the hospital was not able to call us, Eira's mother did call me, and told me about you being here..." her auntie whispered the last part, knowing how sensitive Eira's name held in her life...
Eira...
The name itself holds so much intense emotions for Hayat, that she can never forget it. Hearing her name after years from someone else made her feel inferior in her skin, it felt as if her heart was pierced with thousands of needles yet it was affecting her whole soul...
Hayat opened her mobile gallery...
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"Hayat, you have to lean your head on my shoulder, alright, now I'll put the timer," said Eira as she ran towards the open window area where Hayat sat on one side gazing up at the sky...
Sitting beside Hayat, she first covered Hayat properly in the blanket which she grabbed on her way to the window, Hayat smiled and put her head on Eira's shoulder as she also crossed her hands with her.
The picture was long forgotten as both friends sat at the window, looking up at the sky, silently enjoying the moment.
"What's going on in my little Hazel's head?" asked Eira, as she caressed Hayat's hair with her other hand...
"Why do you love me so much, lilac?" asked Hayat, the sky, moment, past, present everything was making her emotional...
"If I have to define why I love you, do you think that would still be love? Love can never be expressed through words but through actions, and I'm not liable to tell you why I love you, understood?" said Eira playfully, yet her words had deeper meaning hidden behind them.
All the insecurities she felt vanished...
"I love you," said Hayat, snuggling Eira more.
"Thank you," said Eira, playfully, as she pinched Hayat's cheeks making her whinny...
They sat there, being playful. Long forget the picture which was a video, recording one of the beautiful moments between them...
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Some tears made their way out of Hayat's eyes as she watched the video, sometimes you never know the value of moments, until they become memories for you...
Both were discharged after a month, and both car and bike were at the same place. They drove to the place. Ahad drove to the place with Ashar, who was scared to death, imagining the reaction he would get from his bhai.
On the other hand, Hayat drove to the place with her uncle... she knew her dear possessions would be ruined forever...
AHAD POV:
I have always loved my bike, it was a twin to her, I can't let go of my bike, I'm praying to Allah, hoping for my bike to be alright, I don't want to lose it too now, I'm not materialize but that bike holds a lot of my memories to let it go....
Reaching the place, I found my bike at the corner, and my eyes were already teared up, lights, indicators, fairing, side wings, back tail, handle, rim band, front visor everything was crushed, damaged....
I sat on my knees and looked at it, I won't leave my bike here, I'll take it to my home, I miss her, I miss my baby, my little sister.
Eira...
"Eira, I lost you that day, but I lost your last memory today, I'm sorry, Eira." I broke down in front of the bike, sitting on my knees, not caring about my surroundings when I felt someone behind me, not having the courage to look up.
I kept my hand down on my bike, caressing it when I heard someone saying, "I'm sorry for the mistake I made, I should have waited at the signal before the light turned green, please forgive me 'after a long pause he heard' somethings are meant to go, and we should let it go, cherish the memories but try to move on to make new memories and don't let your past make you feel suffocated..."
The voice was soothing yet filled with nervousness, I couldn't focus on it but her words were what I wanted to hear right now.... words that change a lot of things.... just like now.... it was a little push I needed to move forward... the comfort I wanted was not counseling, but words, words that are said when you are happy, angry, irritated, sad... suddenly the feeling of someone at my back disappeared, I turned around to see a girl walking away...
I caressed my bike for the last time and stood up, turning around I looked at my brother who was looking at the retreating figure of the girl.
"Come let's go home, I need Mother and her homemade food, please take the bike to my penthouse garage Ashar." Giving a second look at my bike I walked away, halting my steps I saw the car, which was too damaged, I recognized the car, I had seen this car at Do Darya the night before too, I got into an accident with this car girl? I looked for the owner, not finding her around, I walked away with Ashar trailing behind me...
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