High On Life

53: Qubool Hai

Today....

The day I get to be his and only his for a lifetime. I hadn't slept properly in the past two weeks after the Masquerade Ball. I tried calming my racing heart so many times but it just didn't seem to keep its cool.

Shehry and I didn't meet these two whole weeks and this made me feel quite lonely and nervous as heck. We just talked on the phone twice and even then something or someone would cause disruption, forcing us to hang up.

It was 4 am as I just finished praying Fajr and made lots of dua for the both of us, and for both mom and dad. I cried all night thinking about mom and my head was exploding at the moment as I just sat in bed with the same thoughts that had engulfed my mind since forever regarding Shehry.

A door knock snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Mom, why do you always knock yaar? I swear that's so mean and embarassing !" I frowned at her action and she sighs, coming in.

I move aside a little and she sits next to me on the bed.

"Ab tum koi choti bachi thori ho, jo mein knock nahi karoongi. You're going to be a married woman now." She said smiling and I returned her smile weakly, feeling chills run down my spine at her words.

Woman.....But I'm just 18.

"To kia hua if I'm married? Mera shohar thori hai iss kamray mein?" I smirked and she laughed, hitting my head lightly.

"Pagal bachi meri." She pulled me into her arms and hugged me. Her long hair that I used to play with whenever I laid in her lap, were now....gone and she had a scarf wrapped around her head.

She noticed my expression and lifted her index finger to my face, warning me. "If you cry, I will NOT attend your Nikaah today. And I'm damn serious Nida."

Her threat just left my heart crying as I gulped in those emotions from my eyes, only for her. Although it was stabbing me more and more with each passing second.

"Mama."

"Yes princess?" She responded and I smiled.

"Pata nahi kiyun aaj...papa ki bohat yaad aa rahi hai. Can we go see him? Right now? Please?"

She seemed slightly surprised. "At this time? It's 4 am honey. You should sleep. We can go visit him in the morning."

"Nahi mama. Please? Just for a little while. I want him to touch my head and grant me well wishes on a new life even in his unconscious state. He can hear us mama. And he's missing us." I looked down and she leaned closer and kissed my forehead.

"Okay." She smiled, her eyes glassy and we both got off the bed.

I sat in the car along with her and drove off.

"Kitna khoobsurat lamha ho na agar....agar aaj ghar ka darwaaza khule aur...aur papa ki khilkhilaati hui hansi se poora ghar goonj uthay. Aur meray kehne se pehlay woh....woh hi chillayein ke...ke 'Qubool hai. Qubool hai meri Nidi ko !' " A few tears rolled down my waterline as I just quietly drove to the hospital.

She just looked out the window, weeping silently.

"Bohat hi khoobsurat lamha hoga woh. Kaash ke woh sach ho jaaye. Kaash ke woh...woh waapis aa jaayein humaare paas aaj ke din. Kaash mein....mein phir se chen ka aik saans le sakoon, apni saans humesha ke liye ukhar jaane se pehlay." She cried and I did too, as I constantly rubbed my eyes to wipe away my tears since they'd make my vision blurry every now and then.

We arrived at the hospital and strolled towards his room.

Shehry's POV:

I had just said my salam and ended my Fajr prayer when my phone rang.