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His Aching Heartbeats
Afreen had gone to the kitchen to bring tea and snacks, as her mother had gently asked her to. But when she returned to the drawing room, balancing the tray in her hands, she noticed the solemn atmosphere - one that did not quite match the sound of casual conversation. Her eyes scanned the faces around her until she caught the strained looks on everyone's face and heard everyone talking about Fahmid.
She immediately asked, her voice filled with concern, "What happened? Did Lion-ie come yet?"
"Y-yeah, he came, but he went away being sad..." Sabrina half-heartedly informed. The moment the word 'sad' reached her ears, the tray in Afreen's hands trembled. She hurriedly kept the tray on the table and rushed to Fahmid's mother's side.
"What? Why? What happened, Aunty? Did someone say something hurtful to him? Please, tell me, Aunty." The female was worried for her Lion-ie, thinking, what if someone offended the male? She could never forgive herself if such a thing happened in her absence.
"No, no, no! No one said anything to your Lion-ie. Calm down, little one. He is just upset that you are getting married and soon will leave him; that's why. He feels like he's losing you." Sabrina cupped Afreen's cheek, trying to ease her anxiety, and sweetly explained so that she would not hurt the girl with her words in any way.
Afreen froze. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "He is... upset with... me?" She whispered. "I should go to him. Wait, let me go to him." With that, the female was about to leave the house, but Hamza held her by her shoulder, preventing her from doing so, and Afreen looked at the older male confusedly.
"Afreen, it's fine, ยฒ*baccha. You stay here. Your fiancรฉ's family is still here. You can meet him later. Let him have some space, okay? You concentrate here." Hamza said kindly, then looked at Sabrina meaningfully, silently urging her to check on their son.
Sabrina got the signal and gave a small nod while quickly stepping out of the house. Afreen, meanwhile, just longingly looked at Sabrina's retracting figure, with a heavy heart. She felt like something inside her was twisting painfully.
On the other side, the heartbroken Fahmid had locked himself in his room. His heart felt like it was being crushed from within. He hurled the cushion across the room, sending it flying into a photo frame on the wall, shattering it. His breaths came out ragged, and his chest heaved with every sob.
He had never asked for much in life. He had always quietly accepted what fate had given him - or taken from him. But just once... just once, he had dared to dream. Dared to love. And then, he was watching the girl he loved - quietly, selflessly, endlessly - slip away from him... without even knowing how much she meant to him. He never felt such a loser in his life as he was feeling by losing the love of his life.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft but persistent knock at his door. Sabrina kept knocking at his door; she knew very well how terrible her son might be feeling.
"Fahmid, my sweetheart. Please, open the door. Maa is here, baby. Please, open the door. Don't hurt yourself like this, son. Let me in there, please, my love. I know how horrible you are feeling. But, please, my little one. Open the door for Maa." Sabrina's voice was laced with worry, but also a mother's calm strength. She heard many breaking noises from the room.
Fahmid was shocked to hear that his mother knew about his feelings. Somehow, she knew what was breaking him apart. He could hear her soft sobs; he was shaken by that. Thus, for the sake of his mother, with trembling hands, he unlocked the door and pulled it open.
The moment his mother stepped in, he collapsed into her embrace, holding her tightly as if that was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. He was crying his heart out. "Why me, Maa?" He cried, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Why can't I have the one thing I've truly ever wanted? Why can't I have my love?"
Sabrina felt herself breaking apart, but she stayed composed for her son. "Cry, my son. Let it all out. I'm here."
"I never expected anything from life. I never complained. Then why does it hurt so much this time? Why is Allah so unfair to me, Maa?" Fahmid let out a yell while wetting his mother's clothes. "Am I not worth loving, Maa? Do I not deserve love as well? Why can't Afreen love me as I do?" He put his questions in front of his mother. As she always had answers to his questions.
"You're not unworthy, Fahmid. Don't ever say that, my prince," she whispered, running her hand through his hair. "You are more than worthy of love. You do deserve love as well. More than you know and much more than anyone else. But, son, as much as it hurts, it's a bitter truth that we don't always get the same love we do for someone. You can't force someone to love you. You can't make someone feel what you feel. That's not how love works." The mother replied while patting the crying male's back.
Fahmid closed his eyes, letting her words settle inside him like bitter medicine. He had loved Afreen as one would love poetry - deeply, silently, beautifully. But how could he think that Afreen would definitely love him in the same way? To her, Fahmid had always been her best friend, someone dependable, someone she looked up to. Never someone to fall in love with. The female adored, respected, and admired him as a brother figure only. Nothing more, nothing less.
The raven-haired male chuckled dryly through his tears and again asked his mother, "Why does our heart always want someone who is never in our fate, Maa?"
Sabrina kissed his forehead before speaking, "That's a weird connection between heart and fate, my son. Our heart, when it loves, doesn't see whom it's loving; it doesn't think. It just feels and loves without any conditions.
"And fate... fate is already written by the One above us. Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes, all we can do is surrender to it. Let life unfold. If something is meant to be yours, it will come - effortlessly. And if not... you must still let go with grace." Sabrina explained everything so politely and beautifully that even though Fahmid felt an ache in his chest, he nodded.
"But, Maa, what do I do now?" He asked helplessly. "I am a mess. I don't know anything, Maa. I am not finding any way." The ravenette looked so clueless that his mother just chuckled softly before answering.
"Follow your heart. If you want to confess to Afreen, then do it. But remember, don't expect anything in return. If she doesn't feel the same, just let her go with love. Because you can still love a person by letting them go. Letting go, my son... is also a form of love. A powerful and true one. Got it, my prince?"
Fahmid nodded in understanding; he gave her a weak smile. "You always have the answers."
"And I always will, for you. Now, wipe your tears. And, come, let's fix this room before your father walks in and gives us both a lecture," she teased softly, lightening the mood a little. She seemed successful when the ravenette agreed. For the first time that evening, Fahmid chuckled.
Back at her house, Afreen was feeling bad for her best friend. She was feeling strangely restless. A strange sense of guilt weighed on her chest, even though she did not understand why. And just then, her phone buzzed. She reached for it with slightly trembling hands and opened the notification. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Fahmid's name. She got scared-what if the male breaks their friendship or something? Thinking all that, her eyes started to become moist. But soon her eyes turned into excited ones when she read the text:
Hey, Bunny. First of all, sorry for leaving like that. And now, congratulations! Finally, my Angel is getting married... I can't believe it. So, before you become someone else's, there's something important I need to tell you. Can we meet tomorrow evening? A small, friendly date, like usual? Just one last time?
Afreen stared at the message. A wave of relief washed over her - he was not angry, and he still wanted to see her. That made her oddly happy. She was so happy to get a positive reply that she really did not press much as to why the male was upset or what the important thing was that he was talking about. She was just happy that his Lion-ie was no longer upset with her.
Afreen quickly texted back, "Okay." She read the message again and again until she smiled and went to bed.The female did not know why she was so giddy about their meeting. But as she closed her eyes, one line lingered in her mind-"before you become someone else's."
She just did not feel the words were right. Why did that sound so wrong? But Fahmid was right. She was getting married to someone else, and that person-Ayaan-was then going to be hers and vice versa.
Then why did those words tug at her heart like they did not belong? She tried to brush the thoughts aside. 'It's been a long day,' she thought. And with that, she drifted into sleep, unaware of how the next evening and meeting with Fahmid might change everything.
Afreen had gone to the kitchen to bring tea and snacks, as her mother had gently asked her to. But when she returned to the drawing room, balancing the tray in her hands, she noticed the solemn atmosphere - one that did not quite match the sound of casual conversation. Her eyes scanned the faces around her until she caught the strained looks on everyone's face and heard everyone talking about Fahmid.
She immediately asked, her voice filled with concern, "What happened? Did Lion-ie come yet?"
"Y-yeah, he came, but he went away being sad..." Sabrina half-heartedly informed. The moment the word 'sad' reached her ears, the tray in Afreen's hands trembled. She hurriedly kept the tray on the table and rushed to Fahmid's mother's side.
"What? Why? What happened, Aunty? Did someone say something hurtful to him? Please, tell me, Aunty." The female was worried for her Lion-ie, thinking, what if someone offended the male? She could never forgive herself if such a thing happened in her absence.
"No, no, no! No one said anything to your Lion-ie. Calm down, little one. He is just upset that you are getting married and soon will leave him; that's why. He feels like he's losing you." Sabrina cupped Afreen's cheek, trying to ease her anxiety, and sweetly explained so that she would not hurt the girl with her words in any way.
Afreen froze. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "He is... upset with... me?" She whispered. "I should go to him. Wait, let me go to him." With that, the female was about to leave the house, but Hamza held her by her shoulder, preventing her from doing so, and Afreen looked at the older male confusedly.
"Afreen, it's fine, ยฒ*baccha. You stay here. Your fiancรฉ's family is still here. You can meet him later. Let him have some space, okay? You concentrate here." Hamza said kindly, then looked at Sabrina meaningfully, silently urging her to check on their son.
Sabrina got the signal and gave a small nod while quickly stepping out of the house. Afreen, meanwhile, just longingly looked at Sabrina's retracting figure, with a heavy heart. She felt like something inside her was twisting painfully.
On the other side, the heartbroken Fahmid had locked himself in his room. His heart felt like it was being crushed from within. He hurled the cushion across the room, sending it flying into a photo frame on the wall, shattering it. His breaths came out ragged, and his chest heaved with every sob.
He had never asked for much in life. He had always quietly accepted what fate had given him - or taken from him. But just once... just once, he had dared to dream. Dared to love. And then, he was watching the girl he loved - quietly, selflessly, endlessly - slip away from him... without even knowing how much she meant to him. He never felt such a loser in his life as he was feeling by losing the love of his life.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft but persistent knock at his door. Sabrina kept knocking at his door; she knew very well how terrible her son might be feeling.
"Fahmid, my sweetheart. Please, open the door. Maa is here, baby. Please, open the door. Don't hurt yourself like this, son. Let me in there, please, my love. I know how horrible you are feeling. But, please, my little one. Open the door for Maa." Sabrina's voice was laced with worry, but also a mother's calm strength. She heard many breaking noises from the room.
Fahmid was shocked to hear that his mother knew about his feelings. Somehow, she knew what was breaking him apart. He could hear her soft sobs; he was shaken by that. Thus, for the sake of his mother, with trembling hands, he unlocked the door and pulled it open.
The moment his mother stepped in, he collapsed into her embrace, holding her tightly as if that was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. He was crying his heart out. "Why me, Maa?" He cried, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Why can't I have the one thing I've truly ever wanted? Why can't I have my love?"
Sabrina felt herself breaking apart, but she stayed composed for her son. "Cry, my son. Let it all out. I'm here."
"I never expected anything from life. I never complained. Then why does it hurt so much this time? Why is Allah so unfair to me, Maa?" Fahmid let out a yell while wetting his mother's clothes. "Am I not worth loving, Maa? Do I not deserve love as well? Why can't Afreen love me as I do?" He put his questions in front of his mother. As she always had answers to his questions.
"You're not unworthy, Fahmid. Don't ever say that, my prince," she whispered, running her hand through his hair. "You are more than worthy of love. You do deserve love as well. More than you know and much more than anyone else. But, son, as much as it hurts, it's a bitter truth that we don't always get the same love we do for someone. You can't force someone to love you. You can't make someone feel what you feel. That's not how love works." The mother replied while patting the crying male's back.
Fahmid closed his eyes, letting her words settle inside him like bitter medicine. He had loved Afreen as one would love poetry - deeply, silently, beautifully. But how could he think that Afreen would definitely love him in the same way? To her, Fahmid had always been her best friend, someone dependable, someone she looked up to. Never someone to fall in love with. The female adored, respected, and admired him as a brother figure only. Nothing more, nothing less.
The raven-haired male chuckled dryly through his tears and again asked his mother, "Why does our heart always want someone who is never in our fate, Maa?"
Sabrina kissed his forehead before speaking, "That's a weird connection between heart and fate, my son. Our heart, when it loves, doesn't see whom it's loving; it doesn't think. It just feels and loves without any conditions.
"And fate... fate is already written by the One above us. Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes, all we can do is surrender to it. Let life unfold. If something is meant to be yours, it will come - effortlessly. And if not... you must still let go with grace." Sabrina explained everything so politely and beautifully that even though Fahmid felt an ache in his chest, he nodded.
"But, Maa, what do I do now?" He asked helplessly. "I am a mess. I don't know anything, Maa. I am not finding any way." The ravenette looked so clueless that his mother just chuckled softly before answering.
"Follow your heart. If you want to confess to Afreen, then do it. But remember, don't expect anything in return. If she doesn't feel the same, just let her go with love. Because you can still love a person by letting them go. Letting go, my son... is also a form of love. A powerful and true one. Got it, my prince?"
Fahmid nodded in understanding; he gave her a weak smile. "You always have the answers."
"And I always will, for you. Now, wipe your tears. And, come, let's fix this room before your father walks in and gives us both a lecture," she teased softly, lightening the mood a little. She seemed successful when the ravenette agreed. For the first time that evening, Fahmid chuckled.
Back at her house, Afreen was feeling bad for her best friend. She was feeling strangely restless. A strange sense of guilt weighed on her chest, even though she did not understand why. And just then, her phone buzzed. She reached for it with slightly trembling hands and opened the notification. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Fahmid's name. She got scared-what if the male breaks their friendship or something? Thinking all that, her eyes started to become moist. But soon her eyes turned into excited ones when she read the text:
Hey, Bunny. First of all, sorry for leaving like that. And now, congratulations! Finally, my Angel is getting married... I can't believe it. So, before you become someone else's, there's something important I need to tell you. Can we meet tomorrow evening? A small, friendly date, like usual? Just one last time?
Afreen stared at the message. A wave of relief washed over her - he was not angry, and he still wanted to see her. That made her oddly happy. She was so happy to get a positive reply that she really did not press much as to why the male was upset or what the important thing was that he was talking about. She was just happy that his Lion-ie was no longer upset with her.
Afreen quickly texted back, "Okay." She read the message again and again until she smiled and went to bed.The female did not know why she was so giddy about their meeting. But as she closed her eyes, one line lingered in her mind-"before you become someone else's."
She just did not feel the words were right. Why did that sound so wrong? But Fahmid was right. She was getting married to someone else, and that person-Ayaan-was then going to be hers and vice versa.
Then why did those words tug at her heart like they did not belong? She tried to brush the thoughts aside. 'It's been a long day,' she thought. And with that, she drifted into sleep, unaware of how the next evening and meeting with Fahmid might change everything.
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