Stubbornness is an art and when it comes to women, they are the ones to invent it. I was going too easy on these two idiots. Well technically Samar was no idiot, she was playing the game of destiny really well, her moves and tricks were all preplanned and thus it was easy for her to win but Ahaan! He was not even a part of the game, just a mere crown we both were fighting for, her intentions were to snatch it and use it for her sake, my intentions were to take what is mine and keep it safe till my last breath. Earlier it was duty but now it was about my pride and some stupid thing called love. Now, I hardly cared about Ahaan but I knew saving him is the only way to give my heart some peace.
"Well what kind of a weird bride are you? Always roaming in your in-laws house, wounded and abandoned." Humair joked and rushed towards me to help me walk.
"Abandoned but brave, wounded but strong." I corrected him.
"Did something happen?" He asked after making me sit on the bed. He brought a first aid kit and helped me clean my wound.
"Yeah, reality happened." I frowned.
"Ahaan has always been this way. Always over protective of you." Humair smiled. He used a bandaid to tie the cut and stop the bleeding. Even this one didn't hurt. I was somehow, a walking robot. No pain was enough to actually make me realise I was hurt physically, I have been wounded worse during my training days but even then nobody told me that once I get my heart wounded, all the other cuts and burns will feel nothing.
"Why is love so stupid? Why does it always keep pulling you down?" I asked out of frustration. My head was filled with Ahaan's words. I hated the way he spoke to me, I hated how he looked at me and now I even hated how he hated me. Things were all messed up and the reason was just one thing. This stupid thing called love. Ever since I was young all I wanted was this idiot to someday realise how much I had loved him, how much I had cared for him and yet today here I stand, holding a sign board and yelling out my feelings for him and right in front of me he stands with a hammer breaking every word of confession. Ahaan was the reason I gave up on my life. It might be a promise my dad made but the question here was his safety and I even gave up my name for the sake of one stupid love that I had fallen myself into. The trap it had created was drowning me inside and if only something was keeping me alive was the fact that somewhere he cares for Ahana yet he is not able to realise which one is the real one.
I stretched my legs on the bed and took support of a pillow while trying to relax my bones a little. I closed my eyes and tears began to say hello to my cheeks. I was feeling weak and wrecked. I wasn't sure what to do, but someone was. Humair was. I sensed him sit on the bed beside me in the same position. He gently held my hand and said, "Love is not stupid. Love is innocent. It's beautiful and harmonious like the first laugh of a new born baby. It does not know any rules, it does not know any faces, it just knows the hearts. Love just slowly holds you and drags you up, it doesn't know if its holding you from arms or feet, it just wants you and that's why when you are being held by your feet you feel betrayed but in reality that innocent thing has just committed a terrible mistake. And if it's real any mistake can be altered."
I opened my eyes and glared at his face. His jawline being so sharp it could cut through my stone heart but at the same time his words had made the stone heart move a little. His words had made me feel the need to reconsider my decision on giving up on Ahaan, his words had made me think, what if this was all just a mistake that I'm supposed to alter in some other way?
"She must be really lucky, the one who gets your love." I told him before I jumped to hug him. His tender hold on my back told me that girl would be an idiot to break his heart but his smile made sure that at least that girl herself gets her love back.
"I have a plan." I whispered in his ears.
"Let's elope?" Humair asked.
His eyes were pleading me to say yes and trust me I wanted to in some part of my heart, somewhere where I had buried him years ago but my voice betrayed me and made sure I say a no, because innocent things needs to be made mature enough to understand the rights and wrongs.
"That's the last back up plan. The plan that I have will help us make sure Samar reveals her true identity herself. I still have one trump card left." I said smirking.
"That smirk is a warning for Samar to pack her bags and leave your Ahaan alone, is it?" Humair asked raising his brows.
"Well, perhaps I won't even give her time to pack her bags this time. She dosen't know what she has messed with, and she has no clue I'm coming for her again and this time I'll make sure she leaves us, once and for all." I declared.
I got up from my seat and dialed a phone number on my mobile phone.
"Hello." Someone answered the phone call.
"I want you to catch him and bring him to the Mirajgarh palace tomorrow." I commanded. The person on the other side hung up the call after giving me confirmation.
I looked at Humair who was still shocked on seeing me behave this impulsive.
"I hope you know what you're doing." He said caressing my face.
"I don't have any options, nor do I have any time left. This is my last chance." I said squeezing his hand and left him in the room. I wore my Abaya and went downstairs to search for Ahaan. I wanted to see the video tape he was speaking about the other day. My feet was still hurting and I was wounded badly this time but I had only 1 day left till the wedding.
I went to the room where the Mehendi ritual was going on and saw Samar getting her Mehendi done again because she got it ruined when she crossed paths with Humair. She was sitting staring at her palms, lost in some other world. I wasn't really sure of why was she reacting so weird. Earlier I saw her breaking Humair's favorite watch and crushing it under her feet, and now there she was day dreaming while the artist kept on asking her what name should she write. She was so lost in her dreamland that she didn't even realise I was sitting right beside her.
"Ma'am, please tell me what name should I write?" The artist enquired for the 3rd time. I gently pushed her through my elbow and she glared at my face.
"Ma'am, name?" The artist asked again.
She looked down at the Hena and said, "Hu..."