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Abbiya POV.

We both were waiting in CIP lounge at airport. Actually I didn't sleep well last night. I felt sleepy on the couches. I looked at Aqib he was busy in his phone giving some instructions to someone in English and Portuguese might be related to his business.

"I am sorry Abbiya. Mein yaha tha isliye bohat ziyada meetings pilled up hogyi hn bs unhi ko reschedule krwana ha isliye Phone pe Apne secretary ko sari instructions deraha hn takey mere wapis Janey k badd ziyada burden na ho" He explained with a smile.

"Koi baat nahi ye dealing bhi zaroori hain. I don't mind." I said and passed him a assuring smile. Meanwhile his phone rang again and he got busy in his phone again.

I closed my eyes and placed my head on the back of couch.

"Its time to leave plane me so jaye ga" Aqib shook my shoulder gently finally we got on the plane and I was sitting beside window seat.

No sign of sleep in my eyes till the plane took off. I could see my city from the sky and a tear left the corner of my eye. I am going to miss everything, my homeland, my city and my people. This is the biggest change in my life.

"Ab aap rest kr sakti hn kafi lambi flight ha" Aqib said and I wiped out my tear before he could notice. I placed my head on the seat and dipped into sleep.

Asad POV.

I Parked my car in the parking area of a park and started walking slowly. I wanted to distract my mind so I went to Park to take some fresh air. I sat on the bench. My heart was still burning and may be it will be burning forever. It was my last attempt to find any emotion on her face about me so I asked her about her wedding invitation. But my guess was absolutely right. She don't feel anything for me.

Ye zaroori nahi hota k jis cheez ki  khuwahish karli jaye wo Aap ki jholi  mein daal di jaye....

I was trying to digest the reality. Aqib was right. Things are not that simple as I was telling Aqib. But I was right too I don't want to put me or Kiran in any awkward situation.

Well I hope everything will be fine when I move back to Brazil....or maybe not. Well I have to managed now! I stood up put my headphones on and started running on the track.

"So Faizan wants to dedicate this song to someone who broke his heart" The RJ was saying on the radio.

Roz hazaro'n dil toot'tey honge...kuch 
logo k dil torey jatey honge or kuch to mere jaisey honge jo khud hi apni  muhabbat ka gala ghont detey hn......shayad

"So guys Here is the song!" The VJ said.

I too want to listen that song. Soon the Song Started and I quickly guessed Which song it was. It was "Someone You Loved" by "Lewis Capaldi" and a painful smile crept on my face. Back in my Internship days in a Hospital in Brazil, one of my friend broke up with his girlfriend and the whole staff used to tease him with this song.

What goes came around. I wasn't familiar with any such kind of pain back then my friend was suffering from so I couldn't know his pain.... but now?

People are right. The one who passes by knows.

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me
This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy
I need somebody to heal
Somebody to know
Somebody to have
Somebody to hold
It's easy to say
But it's never the same
I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

I was running on the track without knowing what was going in my surroundings. I was Dipped in the lyrics of the song.

Now the day bleeds
Into nightfall
And you're not here
To get me through it all
I let my guard down
And then you pulled the rug
I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

I was still running on the track.
I was feeling how my friend must be feeling that day. Painful? No Its a tiny word to describe...

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to
This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you
Now, I need somebody to know
Somebody to heal
Somebody to have
Just to know how it feels
It's easy to say but it's never the same
I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape

Now the day bleeds
Into nightfall
And you're not here
To get me through it all
I let my guard down
And then you pulled the rug
I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

I was out of my breath. I leaned against a tree and began to breathe faster. I realized that what is inside me can never come out. I have to adjust with this reality.

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes
I fall into your arms
I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around

For now the day bleeds
Into nightfall
And you're not here
To get me through it all
I let my guard down
And then you pulled the rug
I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

But now the day bleeds
Into nightfall
And you're not here
T-

I switched off the radio and smiled despite of having a lot of burden in my heart and storm in my mind.

This was I all I had to do now. I was going back towards my car in the parking area. Meanwhile I heard a ringtone in my phone. It was Noori. Ahh! Finally someone Who can distract my mind with her stupid stuff. She is dear to me like my younger sister.

"Hello stupid" I said after picking her phone up.

"Aik to Asad bhai kabhi Adab se bula liya karein mujhe, apki choti beheno ki tarha hn" she said and I laughed. I am going to miss her so much. We did alot of stupid stuff together.

" Apki khidmat mein Adaab arz ha Noor Sahiba" I joked.

"Astagfirullah! Sar ghoom gaya ha Mera mazrat k sath aap pe Adab or tameez suit nahi karti" she said

"Tumhara shagird hn isliye aisa hi hoga" I said and we both laughed now.

"Wo Phupho puch raein thin Aapka.. unho ne kafi calls ki thin aapko. Apko kafi late hogya tha isliye." Noori told me. I checked my phone and I could see alot of missed calls from Mama. I wasn't in this planet few minutes ago so that I didn't hear any ringtone.

"Oho Tum rakho me karta hn mama ko call" I said.

"Relax rahein mene bata diya unko k Aap late kiu hn" she said.

" Kiya kaha ha?" I said while raising my left eye brow. She was Noori and I can expect anything from her.

" Yehi k Aqib bhai ko drop krne k badd Asad Bhai Apni hone wali shareek-e-Hayaat ko pick krne gaye hn or unhi k sath arae honge aap sab ko milwane k liye" she Said calmly meanwhile I was opening the door of my car and my hands halted in the midway.

"NOORI KI BACHI!!!!!" I almost screamed and The phone was hung up. The car was almost flying that's how fast I drove.

I entered my house and everyone was sitting in the lounge.

Noori ka qatal hoga ajj mere hatho'n se!!!!

" Asalam o Alaikum" I greeted everyone.

"Wa'alaikum Asalam" Everyone replied in unison.

"Beta kam az kam bta hi dete k Aqib ko drop krne k badd tum bookshop jarae ho. Kafi pareshan hogyi thi mein k itni dair se kaha reh gaye ho tum. Tumhe Calls bhi ki thi mene...Wo to badd me Noor ne tumhe try kiya to pata chala k tum kaha ho." Mama said.

Hain? Bookshop?.......

Meanwhile Noori was coming from the kitchen with a smirk and raising her both eyebrows. I threw glares at her and she stuck her tongue out.

Matlb tang kar rahi thi mujhe.....koi nahi beta badd mein daikh ln ga tumhe

"Sorry Mama mujhe laga tha jaldi free hojau ga magar Ziyada time lag gaya." I lied.

" Asad bhai books nahi milin Apko?" Noori said with a smirk.

"Nahi Kal doosri bookshop se le au ga" I replied and she was laughing. Mental case. I too laughed.

Kiran POV.

I went towards my room after coming from airport. An uneasiness was settled in my heart which was tingling me from last few hours. I have a lot of work to do.

I moved towards my study table and took out all the assignments from the side drawer and started checking them.

" A type of fibrous connective tissue that attaches muscle to bone is called tendon"  I was stuck at this multiple choice question of my student. My mind was blanked. I checked other options.

"Nahi ligament tha shayad ya nahi...  umm." my pen nib was stuck on that MCQ but something seems to be wrong. I opened book and then check and matched.

" A type of fibrous connective tissue that attaches muscle to bone is called tendon" I read the statement from book. My student was right.

"What the hell is wrong with me. Whats going on. Itna asan sawal zehan se nikal gaya" I was getting irritable now. I arranged those assignments in the file and put them back in the drawer.

"Aik to ye Asad ka bacha sakoon se ni rehne deta. Kiya zaroorat thi Sorry keh k mujhe sharminda karne ki? Samjhta kiya ha ye khudko" I talked to myself. My blood was boiling.

Asad's apology made me uncomfortable.

"Ye sahi ha pehle tang karo or phir badd mein mafiyan mango" I laid on my bed. Heat was emitting from my face due to intense anger.

"Aik to Arzu b chali gayi ha or Abbiya bhi" My voice craked. I am alone here without my best friends to whom I discussed a lot of my personal things, we shared a lot of memories from our childhood.

No college friends, No colleagues , No University friend can take place of your Childhood friends. I don't know about what other people think of but this is my opinion.

The promises made in childhood are never broken because those promises are carved in our souls. We are innocent at that time and then the only thing we know is love. I know when we grow up our thinking changed, sometimes environment and circumstances changed, likes and dislikes changed, and many other things but The Promises and the friendship should remain constant. This what I think may be other people don't agree my Point of veiw but I have told what I have experienced in my life with this beautiful relation called friendship.

A tear left my eye. I silently prayed for Abbiya and Arzu to stay happy wherever they lived. I don't know how long I kept staring at the ceiling silently. The uneasiness was not going to leave my soul today.

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Author's POV.

Brazil,

Rio de Janeiro,

Asifa Yasmeen went to Brazil in a scholarship program for Postgraduate. She belongs to respectable family. Her family supported her a lot in her Studies and even sent their daughter to a foreign country for Higher studies. After completing her Studies She had to go back to Pakistan and get married as it was decided before and she had no issues with that.

She used to walk in the evening around the streets of Rio de Janeiro  and taking pictures. One day she accidentally meet a Handsome Man while roaming in the streets. On that day there was something wrong with her camera and she was busy with that. He was constantly looking at her.
She was checking her camera with the serious expressions. Her beauty and simplicity attracted him the most. There were a lot of people so she didn't noticed his gazed on her.

"May I help?" He asked in English.

"Umm Its ok" She replied and again started checking his camera.

" I am a photographer. I can help you" he replied with a lethal smile. She quietly handled him the camera.

"Asian?" He asked.

"Yes" she replied.

"You belong to America?" She asked.

"Yes how you know?" He was looking surprised.

"Because mostly people speak Portuguese here and a little bit of English speaking here has different accent but your one is American accent so thats why." She told him the reasons.

"Muslim?" He asked while checking her camera.

"Yes" she replied.

"You too?" She encountered a question.

"No Christian" He replied and he was walking with Asifa. He managed to fix that camera and handled her. She thanked her.

At first there was a formal greeting between them. The Man started coming there in the evening and they both used to meet each other daily.

He fell in love with her and somehow He convinced Asifa to marry him and stay with him in Brazil.

When love takes the form of rebellion, it proves to be very deadly! Sometimes it rebels against society, sometimes it rebels against God, sometimes it rebels against Yourself, even against this world! And you know what? rebellion against anyone is not good.  Generations after generations are doomed and destroyed.

Love is blind too. Asifa broke her all connections and relations from her family, her relatives and her Homeland Pakistan. She didn't think at that time that she is making her life as bad as hell. She had already closed all her ways. She couldn't see back.

Her studies were almost finished. She herself find a Good job and married that Man. In the beginning, their life was very beautiful But slowly everything began to dissolved. Asifa and her husband were two opposite poles of the two opposite societies and religion. The things her husband does wasn't bearable and acceptable. He drank, spend nights in clubs or hotels or sometimes took his girlfriends home which was unbearable for Asifa. He was a fraud and told her pack of lies just to Marry Asifa. 

Asifa was two months pregnant and all everything was beyond her limits. Her husband beat her, abused her and Demanded all her salary and spend on his girlfriends and drugs. This was the biggest mistake of her life. She wanted to go back to her country but every door was closed. She destroyed her family's dignity and respect in the society How could they forgive her so quickly? No way.

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* Note:  To clarify,
The last scene is not copied from any novel or movie at all. Scenarios like this are really common in novels so it can be similar. The idea is totally mine.  ☺️

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