6 Chapter 5
Ahad's POV:
As I reached at his luxurious apartment door, I take in a deep breath and then finally knocked. Instantly, the door opened. My jaw nearly dropped at the half-clothed sight of him. He's just wrapped a long white bath towel around his waist. He stepped back as I stepped forward inside. The walls welcomed me as a regular guest. I sat down on a couch while he went inside his bedroom to change. I switched on the t.v and start switching channels.
"What would you like to take ?" He asked me as I turned my face towards him to see that extremely handsome looking guy, my friend. I sighed.
"I love to take hot coffee with a garlic bread." And he laughed.
"Okay I got what you want in 5 minutes." And he strode in the kitchen. I turned again to face that wide LCD screen.
While switching, suddenly a music channel comes and I halt, Kaho na kaho by Amir Jamal was playing. I instantly increase the volume.
"Kaho na kaho ye ankhen bolti hen;
O Sanam O Sanam!
O mere Sanam, mohabbat k safar mein ye sahara hai,
Wafa k sahilo ka ye kinara hai..."
I just singing and repeating and enjoying that beautiful song & its lyrics. Wazir Ali entered in lounge, pushing the trolley having a breakfast on it. He placed the trolley near the couch at a suitable place and then sat down besides me. I thanked him, picked my coffee cup still watching and singing that song.
"Baadlon se unchii uraan unki,
Sab se alag pehchan unki,
Un se hai pyar ki kahani mansoob,
Aati jaati saason ki ravani mansoob.."
"All of this is just fake." Suddenly Wazir spoke and my head turned towards him.
"What?" I raised my eyebrow questionably.
"True love not exist anymore." He said sternly. I stared his face for a moment.
"You only think so...." I sighed.
"No, I know so." He cut me off bitterly. I opened my mouth to reply but my mobile starts ringing.
"Go ahead." He permitted and I walked out because I didn't want him to know about the Caller ID; because the caller was "Bella Anderson".
------------------------
Wazir Ali's POV:
I stared at the wide screen of LCD. That video song was still playing, but now the Arabic part of that song vibrating against my ear drums. Waves of humiliation, betrayal, brokenness were washing over me. Will ever someone love me truly? Only me? Running madly, crazily behind me, chasing me just to shower her love over me, just to ensure me that I'm worthy of something real, something so pure, something so surreal like love... left everything and everyone behind her; just to be with me?
"Where?" A voice brought me back from my thoughts. I looked at Ahad staring at me.
"Nowhere..." I smiled that didn't reach my eyes. Ahad squinted his eyes suspiciously, not buying my attempt of hiding.
"Would you just stop lying to me, man?" He stated irritably and I sighed in defeat.
"You know me. You know everything. My past, my present-- then why even bother to ask huh?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Okay fine! Anyway I don't want to ask you about last night's event that made you leave but---, I want you to have lunch and dinner at my place." He smiled lightly.
"Yeah, got it. At?" Then I asked about the time.
"Whenever you feel free from those depressed thoughts, you are welcomed." And I laughed at his choice of words.
"Okay boss." I saluted him playfully and this made him laugh.
"Well...now after that stingy mood of yours is better, so why don't you show me some collections of yours!" He demands about my art work.
"Yeah sure. Let's go buddy!" And then we both went inside to my studio. I used to paint, write songs and do some poetry. Ahad always admired me and appreciated my work. Last time when I told him about my painting of a girl I was trying to paint, he got very excited. We walked into that very studio of mine. He instantly spotted that recent painting.
"Wow!" He managed only "wow". I laughed at his speechlessness.
"Wow what?" I teased him. He turned towards me.
"Are you seriously from this planet?" He asked me, strangely bewildered.
"Any doubts?" I winked.
"Yep because that .... That's marvelous!" He admired wholeheartedly and I just feel my stomach twisted in a very familiar way.
"Oh... That's so nice of you buddy. Always so supportive. Love you!" I hugged him from behind. He leaned back on me.
"Don't say those words aloud, maybe she is listening and get jealous of me." I felt him smirking.
"She? Who are you talking about?" I turned him around to talk face to face.
"That imaginary, extremely beautiful and stunning lady of yours." He pointed his finger towards that recent painting of a woman.
"Oh shut up!" I said, slightly punching his shoulder.
"Ouch!" He winced fakely, making me laugh. Then he headed towards my old paintings and I just stared at that imaginary lady whom I painted on the canvas, recently.
"Do you think that she exists?" I asked loudly from myself and Ahad, both.
"Well, I believe so." He answered from my back.
"If she exists then I will marry her & make her mine, at any cost." I murmured to me.
Wazir Ali's Painting:
------------------------------
