All Of My Heart❤️💔

Prologue!

Present Day
London, Uk

  (Guy P.O.V)
The roads of the city were wet as it had been drizzling all evening. I had been driving continuously for the past two hours and now the exhaustion was beginning to catch up. Not that i wasn't accustomed to driving for long hours. I had been driving a taxi for Uber during weekends for the last one year. I thought back to the day i moved here from India. That was three years ago. How time flies, i reflected. When i wasn't driving, i wast out on trips for my shoots. I was a photographer by profession. After graduating from one of the top business schools in London, i had bagged a job in Standard Chartered Bank, earned decent money and started my own photography studio. Though i should note that i didn't need the Uber money, I just did it for my own leisure. Driving helped me relax. Plus, it also paid me well. At Twenty-five, i had everthing i had ever hoped for. However, i did not let that go to my head. I stayed grounded and humble.
In the last two hours, I'd successfully managed to complete three trips. The longer you drove, the more you earned. Aa I slowed down the car at a traffic signal, i recieved a call from India. It was my Mother. I rubbed my eyes as i answered the call.
   'Hey, Maa. How are you?' I said, my eyes fixed on the road.
    'Rey, where are you, beta? Still out?' she asked, her voice filled with love and concern. (Yes! The Guys was none other than our own Rey😎)
    'Yes, Maa,'  I replied, my voice heavy with sleep.
  'I'm driving.'
       'Arrey, I don't understand why you drive. You earn well with the studio. Go home and rest.'
   'Maa, I didn't come here to rest. I'm here to make money, to better our future.'
   'I know, meri jaan, but health comes first. You need to look after yourself, only then you will able to work.'
   'Maa, don't worry. I'm totally fine,' I told her, slowly pushing the accelerator as the signal turned green.
   I'm always telling everyone here how hard working you are. Running your own studio and then also working part-time. You're doing a lot.'
   'A part-time job? Maa, why can't you just tell them that i drive a taxi in the evening?' I asked.
   'How can i tell them my son drives a taxi in London just because he loves to drive? It wouldn't give a good impression here, na. You know how our society thinks.'
   I almost shook my head in disappointment.
'Plus, I have to find a good girl for you; someone from a reputable family. People might think that's the only earning source you've got.'
   'Maa, what's the harm in that? It's a common thing here. There is no need to be ashamed of it. C'mon.'
  'Arrey, you don't know anything. I'm handling it, na. You just keep quiet.'
   'Fine, Maa. Acha Listen, I have to go now. I might miss a ride.'
    'No more rides. Go and sleep now,' Maa said in a stern voice.
   'Haan, haan, I'm going.'
   'And one more thing, will you transfer money this week? I have to pay the bills.'
   'I know, Maa. I will do it by the end of this week.'
   ' Take care of yourself, beta. I miss you.'
   ' I miss you too. Love you. Bye.'
   'Bye.'

I squinted my sleepy eyes against the light as I ended the call. Maa was right. It was late and I was exhausted. I decided to turn off the app and drive straight to East London where my apartment was. As my finger was about to hit the offline button, a request for a trip popped up on the mobile phone screen. I almost felt like cancelling it. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. Taani Shikawat, the name on the screen, wouldn't let me. For a few seconds, I forgot everything else and just stared at it. I forgot how tired I was or how heavy-eyed I looked. Her name was enough to take away my sleep and tiredness. It was enough to send a chill down my spine. I brought the car to a screeching halt and then hurriedly accepted her ride. I prayed it was the same Taani I was thinking about. I was desperate to feel her presence. I couldn't wait to see her, to talk to her. It had been so long —three years to be precise. Worried that i would be late or she would cancel the ride and find another driver, I quickly started the engine and drove towards her location. She had requested the ride from north west London —Belsize Park.
     The thought of meeting her after all these years brought a nervous smile to my face. My heart thudded loudly in my chest. Nervousness, excitement and anxiety engulfed me all at once.
     I killed the engine and parked the car in front of the park; my eyes peeled for her. But she was nowhere to be seen. My heartbeat quickened as I waited for her in silence. What did she look like Now? Was she aa beautiful as she was three years ago? Did she still apply kohl in her eyes? Did se wear the same sparkling nose ring on her pert nose? Did she talk in one breath even now? Alot of thoughts ran through my mind. Then I thought about other things. The more serious things. What was she doing in this area around midnight? Why had she called for a taxi? Where was her own car? Was she alright? The click of the car broke down my reverie. A whiff of her perfume hit my nostrils as she sat in the backseat, reminding me of our time together. How much I had missed her.      
'Harrow Support Group, please. It's in the north-west London,' she said in a low but businesslike tone.
   I didn't know what to focus on —her strained voice or the location she had requested for. I slightly shifted the rear-view mirror so i could catch a glimpse of her face. It was futile attempt as it was eerily dark in the car.
    'Sure,' I replied hurriedly, worried that she would recognize my voice.
    However, nothing of the sort happened. She neither recognized my voice nor did she bother to look in the rear-view mirror. That did not stop me from stealing glaces at her. The light from her mobile phone cast a glow on her face. Curly locks fell in her face, making it difficult for me to see her expression.
   'Hello,' her voice broke the silence as she answered her phone. 'Yes . . . I'm fine. I just need some time alone . . .' She said in a muffled voice. She sniffed before she spoke again, I'll be back home soon. Bye.'
   And in the next instant, she burst into tears. My heart exploded when I heard her crying. I didn't know how to react; I didn't know what to say. The dynamics of our relationship had changed in the past few years. There was a time when I made her feel better. She found solace in my company and often said that. However, things were different between us now. And I hated myself for that. I cursed myself. I blamed myself for putting her in this situation.
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(Huff! I'm tired😂 This is the first time I'm writing a ff on someone... And that someone are very dear to me✨ My TaaRey🥰.... Well this is totally different concept, and totally out of D3😁)
(As this is my first time, so i'm writing this ff on my fav novel)
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