Falling for someone is so beautiful until you know that falling can hurt you too..... You would lose a loved one and it would hurt like a cold blizzard across the face. Time would fly by in a jiffy but that pain of losing closed one is always with you. If we talk with someone our feeling get attach with them and after that it's hard to forget all the memories we created together.
It's not like that you'll always get hurt in love. On the other days, you would meet someone that reminds you of songs and butterflies. It brings you happiness. From there a new journey of your life begins. You have someone who understands you, who understands all your mood swings, who is with you no matter what, you don't need to worry about others because you have someone who stand by you even through the worst of times . You became completely a new person that one person will change your life completely.
For me loving someone is so hard because people have a habit of leaving and I have a habit of holding onto things as tightly as I can. Yeah I admit it I afraid of falling for someone literally I do. I have a bad habit of Overthinking, I overreact sometimes and I can't fully trust anyone.
It was 6:15 or so in the evening and she was offering her prayer of 'maghrib'. The dusk was about to sleep on the lap of the dark. She finally turned her head towards left and with the 'tasleem' she chanted the last words of the prayer , bowed and then stood up. She folded her mat up , opened her scarf and hanged it with a hook behind the door and stepped towards the kitchen to help her mother.
On the other hand it was him , at the same time lightning up a 'diya' and 'agarbati' in the little 'prayer room' in his house. It had some beautiful sculptures and paintings of gods and goddesses. He joined his hands and chanted some sanskrit prayers , hailed and bowed his head in respect. After this chorus , he left that room took the keys of his bike and drove to the market to get some vegetables for the next mong.
After their daily routines ; both of them got to their beds and took their cell phones. "Hey" he texted , she greeted him back and the conversation continued for a bit long. "Can I call you?" She asked with a hesitation. He directly dialled her number without a second thought. " What happened?" He asked out of major concern. She was hesitating to say it out but she drained words out of her soul as a waterfall. " It has been 6 years since we are dating and of course we love each other , but what next? What about our tomorrow? I really need an answer this time. These 6 years can't be a joke right . At any point ; even if for a mili second but I assure that you have had thought about marrying me. You will turn 27 this October and your family will not even wait for a moment to get you married. I am tired of saying no to all the 'rishtas' ammi and abbu get for me. I can't see them stressed like that. Do you want to marry me?" She took a pause there with a heavy breath. There was complete silence for a minute or so. He was about to reply and her father opened the door of her room to give her the power bank that she left in his room. He saw her talking to someone on the phone. She took a friend's name and said it was her and cut the call as fast as she could , but it couldn't help her more. And there he thought that 'Zoya' is really upset , thus she hung over his call , so he called her again. Her abbu grabbed her phone and saw the name 'Sidharth' flashing on the screen. He rolled his eyes upwards to look at his daughter. He received the call and shouted over Sid and threatened to murder him if he ever try to contact his daughter. He took her phone along without uttering a single word to Zoya and locked her room. There , Sid got really scared for Zoya and started to rush. His parents when asked him , he narrated the whole story and they didn't let him go anywhere. But somehow he managed to get out of his house started his bike and reached her house. He called her name as loud as he could. The death threat was still echoing in his wit. Zoya glanced out of the window of her room and pleased him to leave the place ; but he didn't listen her. Her father came out of his house with her brother and hit him to death. She was crying , shouting , pleading for his life but they killed him. She rushed to her study table , grabbed a pair of scissors and stabbed herself. She never wanted to leave her parents in such conditions but she wanted them to feel the pain they gave to Sidharth's parents. She could have stayed alone without marrying anyone if they asked her even once. Maybe those 4 lives hadn't lost their children if the bars of religion weren't there.