CHAPTER 8
HAYAT POV:
I had a great day today. I was in my room reading my book when, halfway through, I heard a knock. Thinking my Chacha and Chachi might have returned home, I sat up. I smiled, looked up, and said, "Come in," excitedly, when my eyes met those of the person whose eyes I had inherited and always regretted looking at.
"Father, you- here," I asked, knowing no one could save me from his anger and that I would start crying soon. I tried to stay calm when he came forward, took a seat on the sofa at the side of the door, and said, "Yes, I'm here. I want your car keys. I'm taking your car now. Sana likes your car a lot, and I want to give it to her. Pass me the keys."
He didn't hesitate to say such disgusting things. How can he take his daughter's belongings to give to his other daughter? When he could just buy her an even more expensive car. His eyes stayed on my right table, where I had dropped my keys, glasses, and hand-frees.
"I won't give you my car keys, Father. This car is mine. I received it as a gift, and I will never, ever give you the keys," I stated firmly, looking him right in the eyes.
I could see him getting furious when he opened his mouth to speak again, but he yelled, "I will take this car right now! You've done nothing but trouble me! You're just a burden. I should have abandoned you the moment you were born, you brat! Always a burden! You're such a failure!"
He didn't even think before speaking today... Tears welled up in my eyes, meaningless tears. Why am I trying? I knew from the start how hurtful his words were, so why was I expecting a little affection?
Uncle and Auntie hurried into my room and, seeing my eyes filled with tears, Uncle stepped forward, stood in front of me, and hid me behind his back.
I knew he probably heard everything and that a fight between the brothers was likely about to happen because of me. I grabbed my car keys from the nightstand and ran away...
I'm always good at running away, and I'll always do it... I'll always choose to run away rather than solve a problem.
Not caring about the car's speed, I drove faster than ever, 318 kmph, and tears were running down my cheeks, my head was hurting so bad, he never wanted me then why didn't he give me away to my Chachu? He loves me so much that he should have been my father instead of him. How can a father be this cruel?
How?
Am I not his daughter?
Am I not good enough?
Am I not lovable?
Am I not his own blood and flesh?
All the negative thoughts started to invade my mind, ignoring the red light, I drove faster... I screamed and cried, cried as much as I could... breaking the signals, I crossed a lot of roads and abruptly my car collided with a bike, the airbags were instantly opened up, but my head had already hit the steering wheel, I couldn't feel anything but pain…
The pain did no justice to me… this pain didn't hurt more than the pain in my heart, the pain I felt when my father didn't love me, the back of my neck ache, my eyes were closing, I tried my best to look around myself and found myself staring at the body just some feet away, laying in the road, his arms and legs were bleeding, praying for him to be okay I lost unconscious.
AUTHOR POV:
Two patients were admitted to the hospital, and the media instantly knew about it. How could it not be, when the billionaire was injured? Ahad was always out of the camera's reach, but he was recognized by many for his boldness, his personality, his family, his past, and his hard work.
At the age of 20, he chose to build his own company rather than join his father's business. He worked hard and built his empire with respect for others. He made himself known to many, but always hidden from the media; his power to succeed or ruin anyone could not be unseen.
After gaining consciousness back, Ahad wanted to drink some water when he felt someone's head on his arm, "You're finally awake, bhai."
He found Ashar sitting beside him. He looked at his brother for some time and asked about how he got here...
"Bhai, you had an accident with a car, the girl is injured too, she is still unconscious, and ammi and baba went to check on her since her family has been out of reach. The media knows about the accident, but I have covered it up for you already." He looked down after explaining everything...
Ahad asked about his bike… again, to which Ashar, with a lot of hesitation, said, "Bhai- hmm- both your bike and car are shifted to the garage of my house."
Ahad knew something was fishy, but he was in too much pain to think about it now, so he let it slide for now.
On the other hand, Hayat was awakened, too. She looked for someone for her to be with, but found no one. Suddenly, the door opened, and she saw her Chachi standing there with teary eyes. Seeing her Chanda (literal means: moon, but here used as "baby") awoke, she ran to her and hugged her, asking if she's alright.
Hayat hugged her back and asked about how she came here and how they found out about her, as her mind was not processing anything properly.
"You ran away without thinking about us, your Chachu fought with his brother, and the end wasn't what we expected... but that doesn't mean we don't love you or it's happening because of you… And no one was there when the accident happened, but somehow some bikers found you and the bike guy there; they took you both to the hospital, while the hospital was not able to reach us." There was a sudden pause, hesitation in her voice.
"Lilac's mother did call me, and told me about you being here," her auntie whispered the last part, knowing how sensitive her name was in Hayat's life...
EIRA…
The name itself holds so many intense emotions for Hayat that she can never forget it. Hearing her name after years from someone else made her feel inferior in her skin; it felt as if her heart was pierced with thousands of needles, yet it was affecting her whole soul… her mind was blank, as if everything around her was suffocating her.
She picked up her phone from the side, going through her gallery, which still has a lot of memories…
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"Hayat, you have to lean your head on my shoulder, alright, now I'll put the timer," said Eira as she ran towards the open window area where Hayat sat on one side, gazing up at the sky…
Sitting beside her, she first covered Hayat properly in the blanket, which she grabbed on her way to the window. Hayat smiled and put her head on Eira's shoulder as she also interweaved them.
The picture was long forgotten as both friends sat at the window, looking up at the sky, silently enjoying the moment.
"What's going on in my little Hazel's head?" asked Eira, as she caressed Hayat's hair with her other hand.
"Why do you love me so much, lilac?" questioned Hayat. The sky, moment, past, present, everything was making her emotionally exhausted.
"If I have to define why I love you, do you think that would still be love? Love can never be expressed through words but through actions, and I'm not liable to tell you why I love you, understood?" replied Eira playfully, yet her words had a deeper meaning hidden behind them.
All the insecurities she felt vanished at that moment...
"I love you," said Hayat, snuggling Eira more.
"Thank you," Eira playfully said as she pinched Hayat's cheeks, making her whinny.
They sat there, being playful. Long forgot the picture, which was a video recording of one of the beautiful moments between them…
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Tears made their way out of Hayat's eyes as she watched the video. Sometimes, you never know the value of moments until they become memories for you…
Both were discharged after a month, and both the car and the bike were in the same place. They drove to the place. Ahad drove to the place with Ashar, who was scared to death, imagining the reaction he would get from his bhai.
On the other hand, Hayat drove to the place with her uncle... she knew her dear possessions would be ruined forever.
AHAD POV:
I have always loved my bike; it was a twin with hers. I can't let go of my bike. I'm praying to Allah, hoping for my bike to be alright, I don't want to lose it too now, I'm not materialistic, but that bike holds a lot of my memories to let it go....
Reaching the place, I found my bike at the corner, and my eyes were already teared up, lights, indicators, fairing, side wings, back tail, handle, rim band, front visor, everything was crushed, damaged...
I sat on my knees and looked at it. I won't leave my bike here; I'll take it home. I miss her, I miss my baby… my little sister.
EIRA…
"Eira, my baby, I lost you that day, but I lost your last memory today. I'm sorry, my baby Eira."
I broke down in front of the bike, sitting on my knees, the front visor in my hand, and in a moment, I felt someone behind me; the surroundings didn't matter to me, the person behind me didn't matter to me, I couldn't look up, I couldn't meet the eyes of anyone.
I kept my hand down on my bike, caressing it again when I heard someone behind me, "I'm sorry for the mistake I made, I should have waited at the signal before the light turned green, please forgive me," it's the girl whom I crashed into that night.
After a call pause, I heard her again, "Some things are meant to go, and we should let it go, cherish the memories, but try to move on to make new memories, and don't let your past make you feel suffocated..."
The voice was soothing yet filled with nervousness, I couldn't focus on it but her words were what I wanted to hear right now... words that change a lot of things... just like now... it was a little push I needed to move forward... the comfort I wanted was not counseling, but words, words that are said when you are happy, angry, irritated, sad... suddenly the feeling of someone at my back disappeared, I turned around to see a girl walking away.
I caressed my bike for the last time and stood up, turning around, I looked at my brother, who was looking at the retreating figure of the girl.
"Come, let's go home. I need ammi and her homemade food, please take the bike to my penthouse garage, Ashar." Giving a second last look at my bike, I walked away, halting my steps. I saw the car, which was too damaged. I recognized the car. I had seen this car at Do Darya before, too. I got into an accident with this girl? I looked for the owner, not finding her around, I walked away with Ashar trailing behind me.