AHAD POV:
Sunday has always been my favourite day. She was born on this day, and every Sunday feels like the luckiest even now, too. I always make sure to be productive on my weekends, not wanting to just sleep but working on my habits and personality, I woke up early today, after offering namaz I did not sleep but made a list of things I wanted to do, I went shopping groceries for my penthouse and some bike kits for me, on my way back to home I got some freshly baked cookies, ammi love cookies of Kababjees and I surely do not forget to get her these...
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, yarr, " 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 fast, I thought to myself and started walking towards him, wanting to go with him to 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 company, my parents raised us with love and taught us about the bond we should share with each other, while I was a little cold yet people pleaser, my two siblings were opposite of me, they had a sunshine personality with straight forward mouth, I was talking with Ahmed while I sat on my bike leaning forward a little to hear what he was wispering to me about Ashar wrongdoings, suddenly I felt someone continues gaze on me, I felt stiffness at the back of my neck from the continuous gaze, the tingling feeling I felt was unusual, wanting to see who is it, I looked towards the direction but found no one looking but a car, to be specific mercedes amg gt, black in color the model should be 2019, the car is super expensive and good but I never saw this car here before, might be a new comer, 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 Phupho would come and that she would talk to my mother...
Sitting on the lawn, taking steps towards them, thinking to greet my phupho 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, Astagfirullah, that's so embarrassing Sofia, listen to me, and marry him to my Seema he will be a man again." Listening to what my phupho has said to me, 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 can 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 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 laying on the road, broken like his own soul, the car damaged, 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 breath and tried
Tried to stand up, failed.... tried again....and failed, 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.....