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 chacha chachi might have come back home and wanted to meet me, I smiled, looking up, saying, "Come in," excitingly when my eyes meet with the person who's eyes I have inherited and always regret looking at them, "abbu jee, you he- here" shuttering I said, knowing no one can 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 younger daughter? When he can buy her a more expensive car "I won't give you my car keys abbu jee, this car is mine, I got it as my gift and I won't give the keys to you, never!" I started looking right into his eyes, and 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, no importance in front of my father....tears welled up in my eyes, chachi chacha came hurriedly into my room, and seeing my eyes welled up, chachu came forward and stood in front of me, hiding me behind his back, knowing he might have listened to each and everything 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...abandoning the place, the people, and everything like always....
I'm good at running away, and I'll always do it. Not caring about the car's speed, I drove faster than ever, 318 kmph, tears were running down my cheeks, and my head was hurting so bad, he never wanted me then why didn't he give me away to Chachu, chachu love me so much, he should have been my father instead of him, how can a father be this cruel? I thought to myself when I didn't see the signal light and drove faster, faster as I could, ignoring the signals that turned red, ignoring the speed which could lead to an accident....and suddenly my car collided with a bike, the airbags instantly opened up but my head was hit with 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 pain when my father choose his illegitimate child instead of me, the pain I felt when my father never asked but command and snatch everything from me, the pain when a father didn't feel the need to be my protector.....the back of my neck hurt, my eyes were closing, I was losing my conscious, I tried to search for my phone, but who would I call? The pain was unbearable...
I tried my best to look around myself and found myself staring at the boy just some feat away, laying in the road, his arms and legs were bleeding, praying for him to be okay I got unconscious....
AUTHOR POV:
Two patients were admitted to the hospital, and instantly, the media was known about it. How could it not be, when the multimillionaire was injured, Ahad has always been out of the camera reach, but he was recognised by many, for his boldness, his personality, his skills, his company his family, his hard work and the accident...
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 ammi abbu went to check her while I waited here since her family has been out of the 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 hesitation and said, "bhai- ahm- both your bike and car is shifted to the garage of my house."
Ahad knew something was fishy, but he was in too much pain to think about it. 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 he saw her chachi standing there with teary eyes, seeing her Chanda awoke she ran to her and hugged her, asking if she was 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 chacha had a fight with bary bhai (elder 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 and they took you both to the hospital, while the hospital was not able to call us, Eira mother did call me and told me about you being here..." her chachi said whisperingly, knowing how sensitive Eira name held in her life...
Both were discharged after 2 days, and both cars and bikes 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 chachu.....
AHAD POV:
I have always loved my bike, it was a twin to her's, 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 do not materialise 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, destroyed...
I tried and 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 jaan, my baby sister...
"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 say, "Somethings are meant to go, and we should let it go, too. Move on is important, hmm, don't forget the things you once loved a lot, cherish the memories but try to move on to make new memories, and don't let your past make you feel suffocated, I'm sorry for the mistake I made, I should have waited at the signal before the light turns green, please forgive me" the voice was soothing yet he couldn't focus on it but her words were what he wanted to hear right now....words that change a lot of things, words that can make a lot of difference... just like now.... the comfort I wanted was not counselling, 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 the bike and stood up and I looked at my brother who was looking at the retreating figure of the girl "Come let's go home, I need Ammi 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, that was too damaged, I recognised the car, I saw this car at Do Darya the night before yesterday, 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.....