"Ainu, if you don't want the roti you can give me. You have been dancing your fingers with it almost for ten minutes." Kevi suggested without leaving his suspicious eyes on his sister who had gone totally abnormal after returning from college.

"Did I say so?" asked Amaaya. "I love aloo puri."

"Okay. But last time I checked, this was a roti." Emy said before having a large piece of the so called roti.

"Uh, I, I don't want." Amaaya stood up, leaving the dining table to her siblings. Three pairs of eyes held a shocked look watching her washing hands still lost in someone's world.

"Where is the other one?" Mom enquired coming to the dining area, searching for the one who was absent there, out of four.

"In her wonderland." Emy exasperately freed her hands in air.

Amaaya looked up to the ceiling, twisting in her bed, only to see the stars hanging over there.

"I will be here within a week and we will be seeing I think."

His velvet laced voice took a deep portion of her head that she could not even think of anything else. She turned again to the next side and locked the vision, shuting her eyes.

His eyes... His smile.. His beard.. His voice..

Nothing else is for thinking? She thought to herself. She pulled up her blanket still lost in her thoughts.

Ishaan..

Her inner mind had been calling out the same name for the umptieth time. Amaaya smiled, flashing a red tint on her cheeks.

"Are you for real? You were already having a disease and now it has gone out of control I think." Emy rubbed her chin mimicing a doctory look.

"Shut up and sleep."

"Well, where is your phone?"

"Don't tell me you are going to play pubG."

"Heee.." Emy grinned out a sheepish one. "There is nothing else I can do with a mental patient."

Amaaya glared. "Please Ainu. Pretty please. Pretty please with a cherry on top and..."

"Okay. Okay. Fine." She sat up and took out the phone from her overly stitched bag. It was then her mouth formed a complete circle.

54 missed calls? From Faru?

Amaaya placed a hand over her head wondering what on earth made him to call like a maniac. She could already imagine her monkey-faced bestie turning red hot like nothing.

She shoved the phone in her bag as soon as she reached the college at evening. Farhan had informed the previous day that he would not be coming there as he had some other works.

And then what happened?

Leaving no second, Amaaya swiped to call him back. But it was switched off then. She itched her head wearing a gown of nervousness.

"Will you give it today? Emy interrupted her train of thoughts.

"Here.." She handed her before putting herself in a tray of confusion, granting a rest for the wonderland she had been in.

Couple of hours before,

"So, you never gonna participate in our programes?" Lily asked in between chewing a piece of chicken lollypop.

Farhan shook his head indicating a negative reply. He then drove his fingers to the strings of guitar tuning a new song.

"Well, don't forget us." Aman said with a well designed frown.

"Okay but who are you?"

Then the whole crew wore a balloon ran out of air-look. Farhan let out a small laugh shaking his head in disbelief.

Out of a sudden, he heard his phone ringing. His smile faded away, coming across the caller id.

Mrs. Rayna..

And for some odd reasons, it was none other than his mother.

"Hello? Hello, Farhan?"

"What do you want?" He stepped away from everyone as he was well aware about his choice of words with her.

"How many times I have called you? Didn't your Ainu tell you?"

Farhan heavied an irritated sigh. "I know why you keep calling me. To state that you are the one who always try to keep in touch with your son and it is all my fault."

"Well, now I called you for something else." She paused. "I'm going U.S.A next week. And I... I will be getting married to..."

"I know." He cut off at the midway, letting out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Why do I care whom it is? I was sure you would say this one day. Actually I have been waiting for this call." He could not control his nerves, clouding with rage.

"And if you want, you can come and take your belongings here. We didn't even open your room after that day."

"Ohh! Thank you so much for your great deed." Farhan hung out the call and exhaled a restless breath.

Even if he did not want to, he have many special things there. Things which he had kept with much love and affection.

And it finally ended up with him being there!

Farhan took a full size view of his house. As much as he was considered, it was nothing but just a hell in the living world.

He entered in the hall without even considering the stares of many, suspending his bag.

"So you do remember the way to your home?" One of his cousins mocked him.

"See who is here to grab his cheap little things" his uncle smirked.

Ignoring everyone, Farhan straightly climbed the steps to upstares. He let out a loud breath opening the door to his room. He could still sense the smell of his favourite perfume there.

Then his eyes shifted to the photoframes on the wall. He ran his hand over a picture of him with his papa. He looked at the young version of him, rewinding what all things had happened in his life after his papa had left him. His vision began to blur as his eyes filled with tears.

Farhan blinked manytimes before dragging out the big suitcase under the bed. The suitcase was spaceless with his little things. His toys, his small mic, his tee shirts, his watches, his books. Everything which his dear papa had gifted him each time. A strife tear escaped his chocolate brown eyes.

Why god is always been this much cruel to me? Can't he leave a single thing as my own? He thought to himself.

Farhan mastered up the courage to calm himself before shuting the suitcase.

Rayna faked a cough, entering his room. He rolled his eyes at her presence.

"So you have came? To take these dirty things, right? You cannot come here to meet your mother. Why you are like this Farhan?"

"Mother? Do you even know the meaning of it? Don't call me that way, okay? I'm ashamed to be your son." He paused for a while. "You know how much I wished to be an orphan like Ishaan than to be born as your son."

Rayna let out a loud laugh making him confused a bit. "Ishaan and you? Oh my god!" She covered her mouth in astonishment. He narrowed her eyes as she continued her drama.

"How can you even imagine you as him? Look at you. You are a zero. A complete zero in life. You started to live without our support because you knew that Ishaan would be there with you. He would provide you with all that you need."

Farhan clenched his fist, controlling his nerves which were strong enough to finish her.

"I will agree that you are great. But only if you have lived your life all independently. Anyone can bully their families if they own a friend like Ishaan. But you.. You are a perfect loser my dear son." Then his reddish eyes shadowed something more than rage. Pain. Pain that any son would feel when he heard his own mother calling him a loser.

"If you are the darkness, he is the light. If you are the wind, he is the storm. You better understand your position." She smirked letting out all of her anger towards him.

"I wish. I wish I had a son like Ishaan than to be a mother of such a useless.."

"ENOUGHHH!!!" Farhan raised his hand in air indicating her to stop and warning that he would be the death of her if she had uttered another word against him.

"Get out! Get out! Get out from here!" Rayna felt a bit scared at his sudden change of behaviour. She knew how worst can he be at times. His hands began to shiver making her more uncomfortable.

"I said get out you damn!!!" He spat out the words at the high frequency that she found no more reasons to be there. He turned around, could not control his going to explode head. His boiling stream of blood woke up the sleeping nerves of jealousy.

"I wish I had a son like Ishaan than to be a mother of such a useless.."

Farhan lost his control which was at the edge, throwing away the things in air. He unzipped his bag with trembling hands. His eyes searched for something.

Something that would help him to forget about everything. Forget his sucked up life. Forget about the world.

There he found an old stock of syringe. He looked at it with a pair of dangerously greedy eyes. But when he was about to use it,

"Promise that you won't ever think of using it?"

Farhan closed his eyes as he heard her voice echoing in his head.

"Erghhhh!" He threw away the syringe letting out a frustrated roar. He then grabbed his phone abruptly, resembling a pathetic plight of a psycho. He swiped to call the one he needed the most in that precise moment.

His Ainu..

But there was no reply. He called her again and again. But she was not there to attend it. His uncontrollable hands hurted the screen, trying as much as he could.

"Where are you Ainu??? I want you right now!!!" He cried out, letting his phone to fly and land on the floor.

"You better stop trying for her. Because you are not going to get her back." The feminine voice made him to spun around. And there she was. Zoya. He knew the reason for her to be there. She was unfortunately the close friend of his cousin. He always used to hate her for her nosy and annoying nature, even before the college.

But now the important thing was what she had said.

"What did you say?" He asked with a hint of fear glimmering through his brown pair of eyes.

"She is with Ishaan now. I saw them at the college. They were just... I don't know. Heard that he was supposed to go London. But don't know what on earth made him to be there with her." Zoya plastered a sympathetic face.

"Say it again." Said Farhan, falling his look down, clenching his jaw.

"SHE IS WITH ISHAAN. ISHAAN. ISHAAN."

That was the only thing she remembered. The next moment, she saw him changing to a mentally abnormal one, hurting himself, breaking the mirror aside into tiny pieces of glass.

Like the shattered pieces of mirror, he felt himself shattering into zillion parts..

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