Tamanna E Khaam ✨

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Khadeeja's P.O.V

Aadil hung up on me. He gave up on us. It hurt, but what was I expecting. I've always asked him to call me 'tum' instead of 'ap' but he insisted on calling me 'ap'. The fact he called me 'tum' during an argument hurt really bad. But we were both angry and said things we didn't mean.

I kept calling him and he kept declining my calls. I texted him. I know he is reading them but is opting to ignore me. So with a heavy heart I texted him, which was, our goodbye.

I plugged in my earphones and played his song, Bheegi Yaadein. Ironic how I'm seeking comfort in his song, the person who hurt me, I still want him.

Na main jaanun
Naa tu jaane
Kaisa hai ye aalam
Koi na jaane
Phir kyu ye tanhai
Kaisi hai ye ruswai
gum ho gye tum
Kho gaye hum

Lamhe

Andhi ho ya toofan ho
Mere mann me rahe tu sada
Koi apna ho ya paraya ho
Use dhundhu main kahan

To kyu hai ye tanhai
Kaisi hai ye ruswai
Gum ho gye tum
Kho gaye hum

Lamhe
Raatein
Koi na jaane
Thi kaisi baatein
Wo barsaatein
Wo bheegi bheegi yaadein

Sagar ki in lehron se
Gehra hai mera pyaar
Sehraon ki hawaon mein
Kaise ayegi bahar

To kyu ye tanhai
Kaisi hai ye ruswai
Gum ho gye tum
Kho gaye hum

Woh lamhe
Wo raatein
Koi na jaane
Bheegi Yaadein

I played it loop until sleep consumed me. I hope he contacts me when he's back to his normal self.

I woke up in the middle of the night crying, I felt as if I had the biggest nightmare of my life and grabbed my phone to text Aadil, the last texts made me realise it was not a dream. It all came rushing back and it got worse when I realised that he hasn't texted me back.

I guess it's over, for real.

1 month later.

It's been a month, no calls, no texts, no sorry, no I love you.

I haven't been myself in the past month. My family noticed it and didn't bother me, they respected me enough to know I need time. They only know it ended. They don't know how it ended.

My brother doesn't talk about him to me anymore and I'm glad he doesn't. I dont want to know how fast he moved on, how he has someone to love already.

I sighed staring at the ceiling, fighting back my tears. The door to my room burst open and I sat up. There stood my brother.

"Tumne packing karli?" He asked.

"Kaisi packing?" I asked confused.

"Tum bhul gayi? Hum Delhi ja rahe hai" His words hit me like a truck.

"Mai nahi ja rahi."

"Arey yaar, look I'm sorry for what happened, I really am." He started as sat on my bed. "But jo tum kar rahi ho, wo galat hai."

"Kya kar rahi hun?"

"Aise bistar py padhe padhe zindagi nahi guzarti. And avoiding him won't solve anything."

"I'm not avoiding him. He's avoiding me." I said.

"Fine if you're not avoiding him, come with me to his concert. Show him it doesn't matter to you. Besides I'm not letting you waste those tickets. Those were expensive." He laughed trying to make me laugh.