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~ They start missing you when they fail to replace you.

Amyrah

Rumaan Jaward Siddique.

A name that might haunt me for a lifetime, if I let it. So I won't, which means I will NOT marry him. After we had been introduced, all I did was sit and stare at him mutely. And did nothing, except that. All my stupid plans and steps to drive him away, had come crashing down. Pathetic!

Rolling on the bed for the past three hours, all I could do was glance at the clock which showed 2 am. Pulling my blanket closer, I curled into a ball,  closing my eyes and cuddled into my pillows, my mind in a haze.

That night I dreamt about Rumaan Jaward Siddique. The one and only. How his black eyes looked. How he bit his nails, not caring that I've been intensely watching him. Just as he was about to go, how his eyes pleaded to mine, looking so vulnerable, there was no life, no energy, no happiness, no peace in them. I shivered with restlessness.

How I wish I could grant him his tranquility.

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Snapping out of my thoughts, I glared at my phone angrily. There wasn't a single thing to do in it. Glaring at all the things that come across my way, including Ammar, who was busy in staring at his wife.

"Stupid! Can you just close your eyes and go do some work." I grumbled angrily.

He glared back and said, "Get lost." Then turning to her again. I had an urge to smack his head or pull his hair. Very harshly. I kicked the chair that was in my way, glaring at it, till I was sure it would drill a hole in it.

Sitting back in my room, I changed my thoughts, thinking about how much Shehzad hates me. Why does he, anyway? Well Amyrah, why won't he? As if you've even spoken to him, duh! And how I wished I could glare at Zameer. Yep glare.

Thinking didn't help, so I happily group-called my friends. They took such a long time to answer. Taking a deep sigh I muttered, "Can't you'll answer sooner? Idiots."

"Mornin' to you too," Zehra grumbled.

"What happened? I mean with you and your... you know who," Humaira teased.

"Oh yeah. Lemme tell you." And then I began narrating my whole story, and suddenly laughed.

"It isn't that funny," Bushra commented, while others agreed. "Whatever," I said, my anger rising again.

"Did Zameer pick you up the other day?" Zehra asked suddenly. Zameer? I shrugged, "Nah."

"Uh.. how's Zameer? I haven't seen him for a long time," Bushra murmured. Huh...

"What bothers you?" Zehra asked irritated.

"Just asking! Haven't seen him," Bushra answered, stiffly.

Then Humaira asked boringly, "Zehra, so what if she asks?"

"I didn't speak with you, dumbo."

"Oh c'mon, Zameer's doing fine, right?" I said shrugging. What's the big deal?

"Did you speak to Zameer?" Zehra asked quickly. I replied frowning, "No. Why?"

"So what if she does speak huh!?" Humaira grunted.

"You just shut up," Zehra said furiously. Something's wrong.

Then Humaira angrily said, "Hah! Looks who's speaking!"

"What's your problem!?"

"Even you spoke about Aahil all week, right?" Humaira screamed back. Aahil? As in Rayzah's brother?

"So what's bothering you!?"

"Guys! Are you both mad?" I exclaimed shocked.

"Easy for you to say!"

"You're the one who called us anyway, Amyrah!"

"Then why did you answer the call, Zehra!?"

"Shut up! That's enough, all of you!"

They all angrily hanged up. And that's how my day got even worse.

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Shehzad

This is unacceptable. How can he get married, when he's ill. How can his parents do such a thing? Oh Rumaan! I hope you be happy throughout your life. I can't deny it, I was worried for him and his future wife.

Yersterday his parents had said my dad that he will eventually be fine so he dosen't need a therapy or whatsoever and that he'll be getting married soon. What an insane decision! And worst of it all was, they haven't said about it to many people. I had a hunch that they haven't even told it to the so called bride's family.

Just as I was about to refer my next file, my phone rang.

"Shehzuuu!"

"Zameer. I am busy."

"You are no fun. Let's go have lunch in the restaurant," he said excitedly.

"No."

"I'll pick you up at one. See you."

Hanging up I groaned angrily. It was 12:55 right now. I locked the room door so he couldn't enter.

Knock.
Knock.
Knock knock knock. 

Zameer calmly kept on knocking in a rhythm. For. Five. Minutes. I kicked the chair away and opened the door angrily.

"Hey, I thought you were asleep," Zameer said shrugging.

I pulled my hair in frustration. "Why are you here!?"

"C'mon Shehzu, I am giving you a free lunch. Is this the way to thank me?" Zameer exclaimed. Then after a while he continued, "You're in a bad mood huh? So am I, but see I am not acting like a baby."

"Seriously? You are the one acting like a child. Do something useful for once." I was already frustrated and he's making me more mad at him.

"Don't tell me what I should do!" He glared.

"Well it's true, all you do is sit and do nothing."

"Don't preach me," he gritted his teeth.

"Yeah? What do I have? You're the rich one, aren't you!?" I knew I was provoking him, but my anger was too high to even give a damn about it. He dosen't know how much his mother worries about him. How much she cries complaining about her son to my mom. He dosen't know anything!

"Money is nothing. You have everything Shehzad. Ever since we were young, it was you. You got all of it. Not once you asked me how I am. You knew after dad left me, how upset I was yet you never brought up that topic! You never understand, do you? You haven't faced problems in your life, Shehzad! And now don't try to preach me!" He said bitterly.

"Zameer? What are you saying?" I stared at him in shock. Why did this conversation turn out like this?

He didn't even know that my twin brother, Shahid, had passed away when we were seven. How my mother used to cry when she thought that I was asleep. How my dad kept me in the house for years, so he wouldn't lose me too. How I had promised myself that I'll be a good son, so mom wouldn't remember that she lost her other son, due to her own mistake.

After meeting Zameer, at the age of eight, I considered him as my twin. We got along so well. He was the one who'd help me when I used to get bullied. Around that time my family was in extreme poverty, knowing this, Zameer would share his food saying that he isn't hungry.

From that day, I promised to stay by his side always, just like a brother. I never asked him about his dad, because I knew how sad he'll be. I used to cry for no reason so he'll console me, in reality I wanted him to be free from his own worries. By telling me, he'll learn. By teaching me he'll study. I used to make him feel useful, by being useless.

Everything I did was of no use.

"Zameer, listen."

"Go away, Shehzad."

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