That night, sleep eluded both of them. The whole night was
spent in turning to different sides. All the while, forbidden memories of
painful past swept through their minds like unwelcomed guests. All the ‘first
times’ flashed through their minds. The first time their eyes met, the first
time they held hands, the first time they said ‘I love you’ and yes...their
first kiss. But most of all, the morning incident. Both of them could see the emptiness
in each others eyes. Sanna was filled with rage to see them together and one
can understand what sort of thoughts would have crossed her mind at that time.
Though she was very understanding girl but sometimes even the most
understanding ones also need a good explanation to understand. Rihan too was
bewildered about what to do and what not to do. His heart said to run to Sanna
that very instant and tell her everything but his mind said...after so much has
happened there was little hope that she understand because somewhere or the
other, he was the one who lacked on the communication front. But what could
have he done when all this was happening..he couldn’t change the course of
events, he himself was victim of the situations. With puffy eyes both expected
the next morning to bring a new hope and saw the sun rise from the horizon
tearing the dark sky with streaks of golden light.
The next morning everything in Sanna’s house seemed
different. Everyone was running in different directions, chaos was the only
word that could define the whole scenario. She was unaware of the fact that her
engagement was set the very next day and even after she came to know it, it
didn’t make much difference to her, actually,
now nothing made a difference anymore. Rihan was in a perplexing mixture
of emotions. He tried to call her but couldn’t gather the courage to speak,
besides Shagufa was eyeing him with suspicion so he was trying to avoid
every single question that she was attempting to ask. The whole day passed in
thinking a way out of this misunderstanding but mind refused to work and heart
refused to relax. At night, finally he settled on the most comfortable form of
confession...a letter. That night all his problems, adverse situations, forced
decisions, and all the apologies that should have made long time ago, found
their place on a piece of paper, also her favourite perfume was sprayed on it,
just to make sure that the apologies were accepted.