Bitter Sweet | ✓ (rewriting)

08 • baarish | بارش

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unko jab humne baarish mein pehli baar dekha
hum to tabhi apna dil gawah behte the
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Fidah and Zarrar stood in front of a penthouse that belonged to the latter. He swiftly punched in the password on the smart lock, before opening the sleek mahogany door. Giving way for Fidah to enter the apartment as he followed, closing the door behind him.

"Come, I will show you your room." Zarrar said gently for the first time in hours, causing Fidah to nod as she followed him through the lavishly big but minimally decorated penthouse, leading to a corridor that was lined with three rooms.

"You can stay here. If you need anything I will be in the room beside this." He said, switching on the lights and air conditioner to the room that contained a queen size bed, a side table, a inbuilt wardrobe with a huge mirror and another door which she presumed to be the bathroom.
"You will be fine right?"

Nodding meekly she refused to meet his gaze, he stood rooted for a second too long, scrutinising her, but finally nodded back leaving the room. Leaving her standing all alone.

Closing the door behind her, Fidah walked to the bed, slumping on it face down. After crying in his arms not even a few hours ago, it felt like her tears had dried up. She didn't have anything left in herself to give. A void in her heart, her body and her mind that made her feel worthless.

What was she doing in this stranger's house who was also her husband now? What was her life going to be from here on? Everything just seemed a void. Before she knew she was slipping into a rabbit hole filled with sleep.

She was woken up after god knows how long, when there was a loud knock on her door. In her drowsy state, she heard a masculine voice, before she drowned back into slumber.
"Baji, Zarrar Sahab is asking you to join him for Lunch."

What seemed like hours later, Fidah was woken up again by the same knocking this time the voice said,
"The dinner is laid out, Zarrar Sahab is asking for you, Baji."

But the Baji refused to come out again, although she had woken up and sat on the bed zoned out staring at the door. Her limbs aching with laziness or exhaustion she didn't know. Finally she got up, walking towards the bathroom to freshen up.

Coming out she laid down the bedspread and started praying, her body laid in prostration, she mumbled all the duas she knew, hoping to find solace and once again just like that she slipped into the never ending cycle of sleep that her tormented mind demanded.

This time she was woken up, with an uncharacteristically loud knock on the door, followed by a familiar male voice.
"Fidah, come out."

Jolting up from her makeshift prayer mat, she lethargically walked towards the door rubbing her eyes.
"I am not hungry."

"I didn't ask you if you were hungry. Come out. You have been in the room, since the whole of yesterday." His voice from the other side of the door was rough, causing Fidah's eyes to widen in shock. She had slept a whole day?!

"I..I will come out, give me a minute, please." Muttering loudly, she hurriedly splashed water onto her face, that had started to resemble a drug addicts, sunken dead eyes, chapped lips, pale skin. Wrapping the shawl that she had with herself loosely, she pulled at her clothes trying to straighten out the wrinkles but the cotton that the nurse had lended her refused to straighten. Sighing loudly, she finally walked out.