Farmeed / One-shot Series

~ you're my medicine ~

Umeed was pacing around in the empty room, she felt like the walls would eat her up. It had only been two days since Farjaad had left, but it felt like she hadn't seen him in centuries. The room still smelt like him, his black blazer was still on the sofa, the pyjamas he wore underneath them were still where he had left them. Umeed hadn't bothered picking anything up. Partially because he wasn't there to constantly scold her over the mess, and partially because it made her feel like he was still around. 

Sighing, she dropped herself on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow tight. When he picked up his suitcase and announced that he's leaving for Pasha house, she initially thought he was just joking. When he actually left, she was convinced he'd come back early morning, if not by the night itself. It had been two whole nights and half a day since he was gone. How was he even surviving in her crazy house for that long?

Apart from a couple of messages, he hadn't even contacted her after the phone call. Was he mad? Was he teasing her? She didn't know. All she knew was that she missed him like crazy. She missed his deep voice that would suddenly become high-pitched when he was annoyed at her. She missed the dimples that would come on display after he tried to fake anger for too long. She missed the warmth of his arms around her. 

Suddenly, October felt too cold. 

"Mujhe nahi pata, mein call kar rahi hoon!"

She got off the bed, reaching for her phone on the dressing table. As her finger hovered over his name, she stopped. 

"Aik second, mein kyun call karoon? Us din wo naraaz ho kar gaye thay, mene call ki thi. Ab wo call karein gay."

Nodding in determination, she kept it back and took two steps towards the bed, when she stopped again. 

"Par mujhe fikar bhi to ho rahi hai. Kyun nahi baat kar rahay? Aisi bhi kya masroofiyat hai?"

She fumbled with her fingers.

"Hadd hai wese Umeed! Itni aadat bhi nahi daaltay aik insaan ki ke do din us ke bghair guzara na ho paaye."

She sighed before picking her phone again. This time, she searched for Haya's number. She wouldn't be directly calling him, so that won't count, right?

On the third bell, Haya finally picked up.

"Haan Umeed, kesi ho?"

"Tum logon ke paas mehmaan kya aaya, mujhe bhool hi gaye, huh?"

"Jealous ho rahi ho?"

"Jee nahi, mein yahan buhat maza kar rahi hoon. Par tum se mujhe is bewafayi ki tawaqo nahi thi, Haya!"

"Ab mein kya karoon, Farjaad bhai hein hi itnay fun"

Haya lied straight through her teeth as she turned around to see Farjaad locked in the bathroom yet again. 

"Farjaad? Fun? Tumhein pata bhi hai wo yahan se gaye kyun thay? Hum bas aik ludo ki game khel -"

"Farjaad beta tum theek ho? Idhar aao betho yahan."

Umeed stopped mid-sentance as she heard Pasha sahab's concerned voice in the background. 

"Farjaad ko kya hua hai, Haya?"

"Uhh k-kuch nahi, wo bas -"

"Zeenat, jaldi se leemun paani bana kar lao, kamzori se behosh honay wala hai Farjaad"

It was Hilal Pasha this time. Umeed could feel her heart thumping. 

"Haya! Farjaad ko kya hua hai? Wo theek to hein?"