Torment Of Love

Chapter #6

5 years later...

In these five years many things changed. Wajeeh was married to a doctor, Haya and both were blessed with three year old son named, Faris. Salaar got married to his partner's daughter, Rabiya, both had a two year old son, Tairmoor. Wajdaan got engaged with his friends sister and soon he will get married to her as soon as she return to Pakistan. Wajdaan was working with Shahyan, while Adam and Shehroz joined their family sompany. Shahyan on the other hand was focusing on finding his love. Its been five years and no knows where she is. He tried a thousands of different methods but nothing is working his way. The only changed which pleased others was that he became close to religion. He would pray five time a day and would crying while asking His Allah to reunite him with his love. The Rajput family mysteriously disappeared. After their last in counter in which Shahyan challenged Umar Rajpoot, they left. Leaving a note behind that they will never meet but Shahyan trusted his Allah who will reunite him with his lost love. In these years, Shahyan became more silent, observant, cold and distant. He was a body without a soul.

Just like any other day, Shahyan woke up by hearing Azaan. He took a shower and left for mosque. After completing his Salah, he raised his hands for Du'aa.

"Aye Allah! Tu reham kar nay waala hai, tu apnay iss banday pay bhi reham kha. Mujhay meri mohabbat say milay de. Mujhay mera Ishq day de! Meray iss adhoray wajood ko mukamal kar de. Mujhay meray jeenay ki wajah ki wajah wapis de day. Agar unn say milwa nahi sakta toh mujhay apnay paas bula lay. Mein thak gaya hon Allah! Mein thak gaya hon. Meray inn zakhmon ka marham de day, Allah. Iss dard ki dawa de day. Meray zakham bhar day Allah! Meray zakham bhar day!" he cried while making his Du'aa
(Oh Allah! You are merciful, please have some mercy on this being of yours. Please me back my love! Please return me my love. Please complete my existence. Please return me my reason to live. If you can't reunite us then end my time here. I am tired Allah! I am tired. Allah, please give me ointment! Please give me the medicine for pain. Please heal my wound, Allah! Please heal my wounds)

Finishing his Salah, Shahyan went for his morning walk but today something was different. He felt light. He felt that he was complete. He felt that his suffering came to an end. His tears flowed like water fall. He wiped them and went home. Today he went to their family room. This room contained pictures of the family members in their family even those who passed away. His eyes roamed on every single picture but one of them caught his attention. It was picture of a female. She was beautiful and had resembled into someone close to his heart but he was not able to identify it.

Shahyan's POV:

You are so beautiful but who are you? I don't even know who you are but you feel like someone so dear to me. You are close to my heart. You remind me someone so close to me, so important to me.

Soon I felt a presence beside me. I turned to find dadu. He was looking at the same picture with a pool of emotions. We both stayed quiet. No one exchanged a word. The air more tense by each passing moment. Sighing, I turned to him. He moved and sat on the rocking chair while signaling me to sit next to him on the huge cushion present.

"Tunay Ishq ka azaab mol liya hai, tujhay pata hai iss Ishq mein kitna barbaad hona parta hai? Mein ziyada kuch nahi bolonga lekin uss larkay ki tasveer dekh raha hai, woh bhi teri tarha mujhay bhut azeez hai. Woh aur yeh larki, yeh dono meray dil k tukray hain. Waqt aanay par kahani bhi bata donga lekin aik baat yaad rakhna, agar iss baar bhi nafrat jeet gaye aur ishq haar gaya toh mein sab ko jaan say maar donga. Rumaisa aur teray roop mein mujhay meray dil k tukray wapis milay hain. Tum dono ko mein barbaad nahi honay donga" dadu spoke
(You accepted the doom of Love, and do you know that in this Love one must destroy? I won't say much but do you see the picture of that boy, he was so dear to me. He and this girl are a part of my heart. When the time comes, I will tell you their story but you must remember one thing, if this time hatred wins once again and love loses then I will kill everyone. In the form of you and Rumaisa, these pieces of my heart are returned to me. I won't let anyone destroy you both)

I heard pain in his voices. His eyes showed fire. His expressions hard. His posture straight. His voice held dominance which sent shiver down my spine. I turned towards those picture. They were beautiful but the lady was familiar. She is someone close but unknown.
End of POV

Dawood Ali Khan sighed and left a confused Shahyan behind. He wanted to know the truth. Shahyan heaved a sigh and continued his day. After a long tring day, all of the males returned back. They saw ladies having smiles on their faces as they discussed the matter.

"The date has been decided for the marriage which 30th of next month and we will leave for Islamabad on 25th" Sumaira Khan announced
"We don't have much time and we have to do shopping!" Afsheen Khan panicked
"We have to prepare gifts" Ayesha Khan added
"We have to prepare these men" Aliya Khan added with a sigh directing towards Shahyan
"On 25th, I want every man ready including you Shahyan" Dawood Ali Khan ordered

Nodding everyone left to get freshen up. After dinner everyone left to rest as up coming days will be hectic. Shahyan was welcomed by a huge portrait of his grey eyed lover. He had many pictures and painting of her which somehow provided him with peace. At least he was able to sleep for two to three hours. Shahyan laid down on the be while he lonely. Tears trickled down his face as he cried. Soon his cries converted into heart wrenching sobs. Shahyan was lostin his agony that he didn't realise that someone entered his room. Soon was in the embrace of his mother while his father was looking at him with pain.

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