𝖩𝗎𝖽𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍

• her earrings •

He had not accepted this reality yet. He had been holding onto those gut-wrenching past incidents, looking for revenge. Searching for peace in the world after exposing the truth. But what about after that? The idea of revenge was distracting him currently, but will that bring his mother back to him, or change the outcome of the way his life had become? No, it wouldn't.

Her words were waking these feelings of guilt and slapping his gut with a reality check. He didn't like it.

Bidding a soft goodbye to him after he parked the car and handed the car keys to her, they both separated their ways with aching hearts.

Gule was done changing into her comfortable pyjamas and loose shirt, as she grabbed the purse to empty it out and place it back.

Her face turned into a frown. She took out her phone, and shook the purse in the air. She clearly remembered putting the earrings right above her phone on top, where had they disappeared to?

She tip-toed her way downstairs in the dark, grabbed the keys and rummaged through the car's seat and center control area. No sign of her earrings.

She got flashbacks of dropping her purse twice. Once when getting into the car from the party, and second time when getting into the car from the lake view. Oh god, when did she lose them?

After ten minutes of panicking, she decided to act upon her impulse and call the first number in her recent call log. After five bells, the phone was answered.

"Hello? I know you are off-duty and this may be kind of silly, but it's important." She sped through her words without wasting a second.

"Hey, pause. What's going on?" He asked and she could hear some noise from the background. He was outside somewhere.

"I lost my jhumkas." She told in a whiny voice.

Shaheer was on his way back home with Hunain on his motorbike, since the latter's old ride had stopped working midway. The mechanic said it was going to take a day to fix it, thus Hunain had begged Shaheer to come pick him up.

Currently, he had stopped the bike on the side of the road to answer her call thinking it might be something important and she was telling him about her earrings?

He shook his head. "What's so special about them?" Hunain had gotten off the bike and tried to eavesdrop curiously as Shaheer pushed him away.

"My father gifted them to me on my 19th birthday." She responded. They had a special place in her heart.

"Where do you think you lost them?" That's all it took for Gule to start ranting to him, telling him the details of how her purse had fallen twice, so they're probably somewhere there. He sighed, scratching his forehead.

"Dude, the chances of finding those earrings are 0.00001%. I suggest we return back to our rihaish, sakoon sy." Hunain yawned, leaning on the bike, bored.

They had searched for those little objects outside the party venue for an hour first. Now, they were at the lake view and Shaheer was the only one scanning the areas of the ground they had passed by in the afternoon with focused expressions, his phone's flashlight on.

Shaheer glared at him and that's all it took for Hunain to straighten up, pass him a salute with two fingers, as he started pretending to hunt the earrings. He didn't even know what those things looked like!

Another hour passed by to no avail and Shaheer made his way back to the bike. He was sure he had parked it around the same area he had parked the car in the day. Somebody had probably stolen them by now.

"To hell with her stupid earrings and her stupid smile." He muttered under his breath, frustrated by the fact that he couldn't find them.

He inserted his bike key in the ignition, the thought of her saddened face made him pause. There was a small rock near his foot, as he kicked it, watching it bounce off to the front.