living in vain
1159 Words
chapter 6
Ryan pov:
"How much time till you get here. The auction is about to start." My friend voice came through phone as I signed the last paper. "I'm on my way. The meeting got long. Give me five." Placing the file beside me I instructed the driver to drive faster. The city lights passing by in blur.
A year ago, I went to visit my family, ya know grandpa, uncle, Ishra. But like always I got silent treatment. After what I did to Alishba they stopped talking to me. However, grandpa had started to respond to me. He would just hum, or shake or nod his head. But atleast he is responding to me. Well, there when I was leaving, I heard them talking about how they were going to visit her. And that's how I got to know where she lived, so I shifted here and started looking for her. But damn, that girl is sneaky. I didn't realize the car stopped only when Steve called did I realised that we have arrived.
"Sir, we're here." I nodded and climbed out of the car only to be bombard with the media. All the same questions.
"Are you still single?"
"Do you still love Ms. Rimsha?"
"Do you miss your wifr?"
"Are you dating someone?"
I walked past them without answering and went in the venue. Just like always, my friend outdid himself. It was elegant yet classy. Walking in I was greeted with my friend. We talked a bit before he had to go and start the auction. I didn't bought anything but I gave a hefty amount to funds. I had everything.
But not her. My subconscious taunted and I clenched my jaw. I will find her. Onky if I could know where she's hiding. After auction I decided to bid farewell to friend because I had a flight in two hours. I have to visit grandpa. Getting up I searched for my friend, but a voice stopped me.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to have your attention for a while." I stopped and turned back as I spotted a man on the stage. "I want you to start countdown with me please." He lookeed at his wristwatch and started, other people joining him.
'10'
'9'
I wanted to leave but something told me to stay, so I stayed and watched him counting along with some people from the crowd. Soon he turned and looked over his shoulder before looking back at the crowd. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALISHBA." my eyes widen as I heard him shout this.
Alishba? Could she be-? Before I could think something he continued. "Everybody it would mean alot if you would wish her, she is there." In an instant the lights were on her as everyone cheered and fireworks started. My eyes took her in and I stared at her wide eyes mouth open.
"Happy birthday to you." It's her birthday. I knew it. I couldn't forget it even if I wanted to because that was when I declared my love for her. A chorus of this started and soon she was bombarded with people greeting her. That man went beside her and said something to her for which she hit him playfully but then grinned. I didn't know how much I missed her until now. She placed a hand on his arm and he smiled down at her at something she said that made me see red. How could see smile at him. She was mine, damn it, MINE.
Yeah, and I'm the president of USA. my subconscious interrupted sarcastically. My feet were glued to the floor as I saw her cutting the cake and chatting with people. She had changed alot. There was a strange maturity on her face. She looked elegant in her black and gold dress. Thatt man never left her side for once and I was getting suspicious on who he was. A friend? But he was way too friendly for a friend. What if he's fiancé or her husband? I shook my head in denial. That cannot be. She can't be with anyone else.
Well, you gave her full right to with anyone. Remember, you DIVORCED her. So basically, that gave her full rights. If only my subconscious was a person I would've punched him. Focusing back on present, I looked up to see Alishba and that man leaving. I can't have her leaving without knowing I'm here. I hurried my step and followed her.
"Happy birthday, belle." She visibly tensed and her hand fisted. She slowly turned and her eyes widened as they fell on me. We both stood there staring at each other. Well, mostly me staring. She was still in shock. My eyes roamed over every inch of her face, memorising every detail and that was when I noticed, a long s***h on her forehead down to side of her eye. My eyes narrowed.
"Ryan." Oh how I missed her voice. A smirk formed my face as I gazed at her. "Yes, belle." Something must've clicked because the next thing I know she held that man hand and turned, "com'on Rameez, let's go." Ah, so he was Rameez.
Where was she going? My hand instinctively held her free wrist halting her movement. She abruptly turned around and snatched her hand away, "No thankyou for me, belle." She narrowed her eyes at me before masking her face from any emotion, even her eyes became hard. What happened to my belle? She was never this cold and emotionless.
"Pardon me, Mr. Whoever-you-are. But, I believe you want to wish birthday to belle. And my my name's not belle." I gave her a confused look. She wants to play I don't know you game, then let's play it. "Then what is your name, pretty." She lookeed me with calculated eyes and then towards the Rameez guy. She linked her arm around his and gave me a fake smile. "I'm soon-to-be, Mrs. Rameez Ahmed. Maria Mughal. Niw, if you'll excuse us. We have to leave." With that she turned and left leaving me dumbfounded.
Soon-to-be Mrs. Rameez. She was getting married. The hell she would. Over my dead body. And what's the deal about Maria Mughal.
This isn't over my dear belle. It's time to have a face to face talk with her. Following them I got in my car and told the driver to discreetly follow them. They drove into the main city. After following them fir twenty minutes they stopped in front of a two story house. It was simple yet it screamed classy. The car stopped in driveway and out came Alishba. Waving at Rameez she got in her house.
So this was where my girl hid. I smirked and told driver to go home. Let her sleep in peace because I'm going to make her nights sleepless.
I will have you again. And this time...
I won't let you go.
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- Writer
