SWEET TRUTH

"Part 8"

Author's POV

-Are you okey Ahan?

Mehreema could visualize the extreme angriness on Ahan's face. He is not talking neither looking at her when she knows very well that when she is around him, he will obviously admire her shamelessly. Mehreema again asked him worriedly

-Ahan, are you okey? Is everything fine? Did you find that culprit?

Ahan looked at her in pained look but didn’t said anything. Mehreema hold the edge of Ahan's t-shirt sleeve and made him sit on couch, while passing a glass of water she said

-Calm your nerves. What happened? You can share with me. I will not tell anyone, promise!

Ahan was looking down. He said without making up his head

-Day by day, i am just being a useless. If i was in Vaiya's situation he must have destroy  every possible reason and person's life  behind  the incident and here i couldn’t do anything yet. I didn’t even found the main culprit. I don’t know where is he now. If he had escaped then see how vulnerable i am that i couldn’t show him his place, i couldn't make him regret for attacking on my brother. Abbu is always right. I only can win over lame people but can't do anything when it’s needed.

Mehreema again hold Ahan's t-shirt sleeve and said

-Why are thinking like this? You tried your best. Maybe that Rahat has already run away from this city or maybe he has gone out of country  in fear of you. Everybody knows how strong both of yours bond. Don’t think less of you please.

Ahan sighed in frustration and said

-Now, you go from here. Granny is already doubting me. Though her doubt is not wrong from my side but i don’t want any of them talk impertinently about you.
-Why do you always care for me like a husband, huh?
-You know the reason. Now just leave. I am already mad so anytime i will start behaving like a beast.

Mehreema didn’t said anything but left from there. She was also aware about the tention of her granny about them.

After having dinner everybody was gossiping on drawing. Unseasonably it was raining outside. Fatima was at her room doing study as her board exams are near. Mehreema was enjoying rainfall standing in her balcony. After a while Ahan came out of his room holding a ironic heavy stick and his car's key. He was looking so exhausted. Arisha  went near him and asked

-Ahan! Where are you going in this weather? Are you okey? Tell me my piece of heart.

Ahan told her in cold voice

-Ammu, i am hungry. Please prepare my dinner, i am coming.

He left without listening his mother. Then got his favourite car out the garage and parked in the yard. Mehreema saw him from her balcony. Suddenly he started hitting his shinny black Ferrari 812 GTS Tom Hartley with that stick. There was no emotion on his face neither any compunction on his movement that he is breaking a car which almost cost more than 40 million currency of BD. Mehreema became panicked in fear seeing him that extreme. She ran from there and came at drawing and said

-Mamoni, what has gotten into vaiya! Why he is breaking his favourite car?

Ayaan stood straight from sitting and asked her worriedly

-Where is he? Where have you seen him?
-He is in the yard.

Ayaan ran with his injured leg and directly went near Ahan without caring about the raindrops  and winds.

-Ahan, stop right there!

Ahan didn’t moved a little still doing what he was doing.

-Ahan, stop breaking the car. Stop before i end up breaking your hand.