Chapter 1
Tera Dedaar..
He kept on staring at infinity...was this true or was this a
dream just like the other ones. But then he saw her again and he was sure it was his Aaliya ...He finally found her. One year and several cities , and finally his search ended today. He closed his eyes and remembered the last day he had met her a year back...it was a dark day in his life ...in her life.
A year back...
They had reached the hotel and his mom and entire family
were waiting for him to tell his final TALAQ ...he vividly remembered moving towards her and just taking her to a secluded room. Their last lonely night in the jungle and her words from his love notes had compelled him to make this as private as possible. He still hated her, but it hurt him too...to see her pain. Behind this stone faced Zain...still buried was a lovable hubby who had adored his wife. Inside the room, he closed the door and ...
Aaliya had fainted ...and all he had remembered was waiting
in his room when Rehan had walked in with the tape. By the time he had heard the truth, it was too late. He had called her ...begged her...but she had just walked away...sealing his fate forever. It was an end of the road for her with him , he still felt the pain of not able to find her next to him every morning.
His heart still murmured her name...why did she leave him...why she had not heard his pleas...A why which had no answers ...
Zain Abdullah was a changed man, and just about no one knew
the fears and shadows of grief that had been following him for the past year. A soulless person ...who lived only to search for his love ...to seek his answers ...to ask for one smile form his Mamu ki Bhanji...that
could get him back to life.
But today...he felt Allah was finally having some mercy on him...He saw her ...near the window ...but this was Rajasthan ...and a SCHOOL.
What was Aaliya doing here... Will she forgive me ...leave apart Forgiving will she even look at me?
His heart was fluttering, his face was sweating and his eyes were crying...He will find out...This time he won't leave her ...This time he will make things go correct... He will just listen to his heart...and only his heart ...he assured himself ..
.
He remembered Osmans words
Agar khud pe yakken hai toh
...takdeer usko tumhare paas zaroor le aayegi...
Zindagi ek din bahe failaake tumhe
...apne sarghoshi mai zaroor chupayegi...
He took a deep breath and walked towards the school entrance...
Writer: Zainedil
Chapter 2
"Ek Adhoori Mulakat"
He took a deep breath and stepped inside...Sheth GM School, a private school in a beautiful locale. It was a beautiful and modern building with a great view. A little outside the city and reaching here from the main city of Jaipur was a task. Zain had actually come to meet one of his clients and it was just a chance coincidence that his car had broken down in front of the school. Desert sun is always scrooching even in the month of August, he was just tired of waiting in the car and had decided to step out for a minute. Seeing the School board got memories in his eyes, those fun days with Fahad bhai, those innumerable complains from his teachers to his dad and his mom. A moment of memory flashed through his eyes, He still missed his father...he was his guiding figure a hand who had held him tight and Alliya was his feet ...He had felt helpless without both of them , a crippled soul...Just when all his memories were grazing his mind, he looked up. On the Second floor window, he saw her and the silence of his heart was broken forever...
Her hair looked a lot shorter and straighter than the last time he had seen. She was wearing a blue top with a stole around her neck ...n she was talking to someone ...smiling and chatting ...A moment where Zain lost himself to eternity. It was his Aaliya ...all with her innocence her smile and her enchanting eyes still intact. She looked like a princess...just the way he used to call her...his Malika.
His eyes never left the window, She stood there only for few seconds, but for Zains trembling eyes it felt forever. He had to see if he was hallucinating or just seeing the truth.
Keedhar jaa rahe hai aap, a screeching voice broke his illusional mind frame. He looked around to see the watchman staring at him.
Dekhaiye Bhaisaab maine abhi yaha par..woh second floor par ek ladki koh dekha hai...mujhe unse milna hai...mai jaanta hoon unhe...he spoke fast almost stuttering and pointed on the second floor
Oh ...toh Aap Rhea Madam ki baat kar rahi hai...the watchman asked unable to see why Zain was so excited to see a teacher...
Nahi Nahi...unka naam Aaliya hai, Rhea nahi...aap kisi aur ki baat kar rahe hai...
Woh second floor ...wahi na ...the watchman pointed out ...aree wahi toh Rhea madam ka class hai ...
RHEA...Zain was puzzled...was his mind playing games with him...was he actually losing it ...No No No ...he had to prove he had not gone mad , not till he finds her.
Kya mai Andar jaakar unse ek baar mil sakta hoo... he smiled innocently towards the watchman ...
Bilkul Nahi ...Yeh School hai sir, bina permission hum aapko andar nahi jaane de sakte. Pehle appointment ya principal sir ka permission laaye phir andar entry. Zain couldn't believe a mere watchman was being this ultimate villain in his love story.
One thing the past one year had taught Zain was to be calm...and be patient ...
Thhek hai ...mai kal aaunga permission ke saath ...he started walking towards his car. Sat inside and told his driver to start the car and exactly 5 mins later yelled him to stop it and got off... He started hiding and waiting behind a tree. 2 hrs later all the kids started walking out , it was a crazy crowd. Zains eyes were searching for each and every passing face. Every parent, every teacher ...and then he saw her again...
She looked mesmerizing ...beautiful is a small word ...she had an air around her which gave her such an appealing aura... one small 6 year old was holding her hand and talking with her...she took him to his father, spoke for few seconds and then sat in her car...and drove out of the gates...
Zain immediately followed her car...his driver was all confused ...looking at Zain he felt he should call Suraiya Madam and tell her son really is acting weird and might need help. Drive fast...Zain said ...Aaliyas car took about half an hour to reach a posh locality in the main city of Jaipur ...Zains excitement and panic levels were rising every minute. Finally her car halted inside a big bunglow ...a white 2- storied structure ... Aaliya got down and walked in and the gates were closed. Zain walked out of his car towards the gate ...he saw the name plaque ...DR.REHMAN QUERESHI...
Jaane kis mod se Guzaraye humare rasteh ...
Kuch bikhari tanhaiyo se ghire...
Kuch beabru pal me simte...
...kya badal gaye ho tum ...kuch ajanbee rishton ke wasteh..
