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SaHil FF: Eternally Yours, Epilogue, P42, Dec14.2016 (Page 12)

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Chapter 6: Knowing Her, Knowing Him : Part II

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Rrriiinnggg. Rrriiinnggg. Rrriiinnggg. Rrriiinnggg

"Hello?'

There was only silence, but then the sound of heavy breathing could be heard on the other end.

"Are you some sort of pervert? Is this supposed to be some sort of crank call?" he asked in a cranky tone.

"What?! No!" she protested. "What is wrong with you?" her voice broke a little on those last words.

And he realized that the heavy breathing had been someone holding back tears, not what he had actually thought. "What's wrong?" he asked softly, unable to stop himself.

She said nothing.

"How was your day?" he asked, hoping the change in subject would get her talking and from there they could go to what had caused her hurt. He wanted to take away that hurt at any cost, and in order for him to do that . . . he had to know what bas***d had hurt her. 

"I got a call from the shelter's management today," she finally said, the tears still apparent in her voice. She stopped.

"Did something happen?" he asked gently, his fingers curling around the phone.

"One of the shelter inhabitants is a woman named Naina Kapoor. She has been living with them for the past few months. She has this beautiful 3 year old child, a little boy named Manoj. The two of them were flourishing . . . and so happy to be away from their abuser."

"What changed?" he asked.

"Today, her husband followed her to the shelter," Sanam said, beginning to cry. "She'd gone to her office to pick up a final paycheck, saying that she needed the money if she was going to become financially independent. She has no one else, and so has no one to support her. He followed her from there. She was just 50 yards from our doors, from safety, when he caught up with her." She began to sob, the sound harsh in the silence between them.

"Sanam," he said huskily. "Don't. Please don't." It hurt his heart to hear her cry

"He was beating her on the street!" she wailed. "The police were called. The shelter was a few feet away and couldn't even keep her safe. We didn't even know! Not until the sirens were heard and staff went out to investigate. It was only then that they saw Naina being carted off in an ambulance. Her son was at her side, crying his little eyes out."

There was only silence. He opened his lips and then closed them. What could he say? How could he make it all better? It hurt him deep inside to hear about these stories . . . to go the shelter and see those hurting eyes, but that was why he did it. He wouldn't turn away. Never.

"She woke up in the hospital and began to cry. She's losing hope. She wondered if she should just go back. This is a woman I helped get a restraining order just a month ago, and she had so much hope." She stopped. "I just want," she continued softly, "I just want somehow to help her disappear. To set her up in a new life somewhere else. Where she'd be far away from this man and his poison. And I want that man to be punished. I want to make the police take this case seriously!"

"I can help," he said softly.

"What do you mean?"

"I have the money and the connections," he offered. "If she wants, I can help her disappear and no one will find her. I can get her a job and a new home. I can do it."

She was silent, frozen by that incredibly giving offer. "I didn't call to ask this of you," she finally uttered. "I just needed to vent. I needed you," she finished in a small voice.

"I know you didn't," he replied, ruthlessly tamping down the affect of those words. "But even if you had, what would be so wrong with it? I have the ability to rescue this woman and her child, and I'll do it." His tone was serious, his words making that ultimate commitment. 

"You see someone who needs help, and you just give it?" she asked softly. "You care that much?"

"Anything . . . I'd do anything to make sure that a child won't have to grow up like that," he said.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"You so easily gave someone their happiness . . . why is it so hard for you to grab onto some of it for yourself?"

"They have a right to be happy."

"And you don't?"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"No."

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D - 50 . . . .

Seher sat down next to Sanam, and the two stared out at the night sky. They were in the garden, sitting on the lawn furniture and enjoying the night air and a cup of tea after dinner.

"What is wrong with you?" Seher asked, staring at her twin sister. "You went on that business trip a couple of days ago, and you came back even more depressed. What is going on with you, Sanam? Even the parents are getting worried, and you know that they don't like to pressure us in any way."

"I was helping a LSB client set up a new life in a new city," Sanam explained softly. "Rehan helped to make it happen."

"That's great!" Seher said enthusiastically. "Then why are you so unhappy?"

"I was hoping that Rehan would be there," Sanam admitted in a driven tone. "I know I'm being a total idiot. He has his own work. He was busy. How could I expect him to drop everything and help us navigate this new city with a mother and child in tow? But I did. He made all of this possible. He's saving them, but he sent someone else instead." She looked at Seher with tears in her eyes. "If this is what feeling something feels like . . . should I thank Allah miyah for never having suffered through this before?"

Seher leaned over and put an arm around her sister's shoulder. "Don't think that way. Just because they're being a little stubborn, doesn't mean that we are going to step back."

"What do you mean? What can I do? I don't even know how to flirt, Seher!" Sanam blurted out. "I see the guy and become instantly mesmerized. I can't breathe properly around him. I can't think properly. And the more I get to know him, the more I fall. But he keeps on changing on me. He'll ignore me during the day and talk to me during our phone calls."

"Wait! What's this? You two are talking?" Seher ask with interest.

Sanam nodded. "I got his number, and we've been talking over the phone. Not a lot."

"That's your way in!" Seher concluded. "How do you think I got Aahil to see me? Remember I was complaining about him ignoring my calls? But he picked up one day to tell me to stop calling. And I got him to stay on the phone with my brilliant conversation skills!"

Sanam raised an incredulous eyebrow at her.

"Fine," Seher said, looking away in embarrassment. "I started crying, and he would have had to be a real jerk to hang up on me then." Her face turned serious. "It hurts when he ignores me. You might think I have all this experience, Sanam, because I've had crushes before. But I've never fallen in love. I'm learning as I go along, too. At first, it was just phone calls about business and us arguing over plans and budgets."

Sanam snorted at that.

"I agree, it was fascinating," Seher said drily. "But now we're fighting over money spendage." She began to laugh in delight.

"What are you laughing about, you weirdo?" Sanam asked, staring at her twin.

"I got him to agree to argue with me in person," Seher revealed, stretching her arms above her head in a well-deserved attempt at relaxing. "We had our first date last night."

"Why is it so easy for him to open his heart to you, but Rehan won't?" Sanam cried out, incredibly hurt. "Why won't he take the risk? Am I not worth it?"

Seher put her arm around Sanam, and gently hugged her close.

"Aahil mentioned that Rehan hasn't had an easy past," Seher revealed. "We were discussing nature versus nurture, and began to discuss the capability of orphans and what nurturing means in terms of those raised in orphanages."

Sanam listened intently as her sister told her about Rehan being left at the orphanage by his mother. Of growing up alone. And working hard to get an education and donating to the orphanage that took care of him while he was a child.

"When Aahil told me this, he just blurted it out. I don't think he really meant to tell me anything," Seher said, "but I dragged it out of him. For someone who has never had anyone, not even the most basic of familial relationships that we take for granted, he must find it so hard to ask for anything. Aahil said that Rehan really thinks he doesn't have the right to demand love."

Sanam stared at her sister, the revelation whirling inside of her head.

"Aahil was almost insistent on knowing how people like us would deal with a revelation like this," Seher continued. "Would we be able to accept someone like that? Someone who had not only this in his background, but other, bigger secrets? He really cares for his friend, Sanam."

She turned to meet her twin's gaze.

"So, tell me, would you be able to accept that man?"

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Rrriiinnggg. Rrriiinnggg. Rrriiinnggg. Rrriiinnggg

"This is Sanam Ahmed Khan. I can't answer the phone right now. So, please leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as possible."

Beep.

Click.

Opening up the phone's messaging app, he began to type.

You're not answering your phone. Is everything okay?

Fine.

Why aren't you answer the phone?

I didn't want to.

I repeat, is everything okay?

Everything is fine, Mr. Rehan Imran Qureshi.

How did everything go on your trip?

Fine.

Are Naina and Manoj happy?

Yes. They're very happy.

Then what's wrong with you?

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?????

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Sanam.

. . . . . . .  . . . . . . . . . . .

Say something!

Seher and Aahil went on a date!

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Hello? Are you there?

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Coward.

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D - 45 . . . .

Sanam and Seher sat out in the garden of the Khan mansion, their eyes trained on the two men sitting across from them.

They had just finished another family dinner. It made Sanam so happy to see him with her family. After finding out about his past, she thought it would only benefit him to be around family.

"You loved my food last time, I made two dishes today!" Zoya had urged them, forcing both the Nawab and Rehan to eat the food that she had made. What melted her heart was how happily they had eaten it just to make her mother happy.

Badi Ammi had fed them her hand-made mithai. She had encouraged them to stuff themselves, until they were begging to be let off.

Even Abu approved of them. You could see it in the way he talked to them as equals. But his expression had soured when Ammi dragged him inside, telling him they would have tea by the pool area. Badi Ammi had soon followed, telling the kids it was time for her to go to bed.

Now, it was just the two girls and their . . . neighbors.

"Aahil, let me show you the greenhouse we have way over there!" Seher said, jumping up and reaching out her hand for his. "We have some beautiful flowers there."

He put his hand in hers, and allowed her to pull him up.  And the two quickly left, leaving Sanam and Rehan alone on seats on opposing sides of the table. The lights of the house were behind Rehan, making it difficult for her to see his expression.

She wasn't going to let him hide anymore. Getting up abruptly, she stomped around the table and sat down next to him on the loveseat.

He stared at her sideways, and moved over on the seat, putting some distance between the two of them.

She followed, her lips firming, and settled next to him.

He moved over some over.

She followed suit, and was soon plastered against him, and he had no room to move any further. When he attempted to get up, she grabbed onto his arm, restraining him. Standing up, she glared down at him. "No!" she protested, placing her fists on her hips. "You are not getting up. Are you a kid? Just sit there! No matter how much I might want to, I'm not going to eat you up! Sheesh!"

Reluctantly, he settled back down, leaning against the back of the loveseat. Nodding her head in satisfaction, she began to sit down. Her foot, suddenly trapped by the table, caused her to trip and she yelped as she began to fall.

He reached out and caught her, and without knowing it, she was in his lap. His arms came around her, grabbing her close. She looked up at him, their faces inches apart. Their lips inches apart, their breaths mingling. His hands were at the small of her back. Her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into the muscle beneath that navy blue shirt. He shifted slightly, and she realized that she was plastered against him, chest to chest. She could feel his heart beating against hers.

She should get up. A part of her was screaming at her to get up, but another part . . .the winning part, was telling her to sit back and see where this would go. She melted against him.

His grip on her tightened, and one hand moved up her back, leaving a trail of fire.

She shivered lightly at that sensation, closing her eyes for a moment.  When she opened them, he was closer. Millimeters away. He gazed into her eyes, moved closer still. She could feel his warmth . . . the pressure of the air against her lips.

"Kuljeet, take this cake out to the guests." Her mother's voice could be heard from inside. "Asad and I are going up, so let the girls know."

The two froze at that intrusion, and then jerked apart. Sanam swiftly got up and sat back down on the loveseat, feet apart from him.

When Kuljeet came out with the cake, there was nothing suspicious to see. The only evidence of their near kiss was her furiously beating heart.

Once Kuljeet left, Sanam sidled over to him, and rested her shoulder against his.

The night air was cool, a gentle breeze playing with the ends of her hair. When his arm crept around her, settling across her shoulders, she allowed herself to relax. Her head fell against his shoulder and rested there. She inhaled, taking in the unique, male scent of him deep inside of her. Her heart felt at home. She wanted to remain like this forever, but she knew that wasn't possible. At least, not yet.

"There are so  many stars up there," she murmured, her eyes looking up at the night sky. "It's so beautiful."

"How did you decide to work in such an ugly field when you appreciate beauty so much?" he asked in a driven tone, his fingers tightening around her shoulder. "How can your heart stand it?"

"Because if I didn't, then who would?" Sanam asked simply, her eyes on the sky. "I am incredibly lucky that I have the kind of life where I have enough of me to appreciate the beauty in life. Some people don't have that luck, because they're too busy just surviving. Why wouldn't I use my luck to help others? I would never walk away from someone in need. And this job allows me to help them."

"But what made you even pick this field?"

Settling deeper into his hold, she began to speak. "Remember when I told you about knowing the Nawab?"

He nodded his head.

"I don't know if I should tell this," she suddenly said.

"There are no secrets between us," he responded. "None."

"When I was young and seeing the night sky alone for the first time ever," she continued after a moment of thought, "I met the Nawab as a little boy. He was just a young teenager. And for the first time ever, I realized that parents could hurt their children. But even when he was hurting and in so much pain, he lied to protect me." She shivered slightly, feeling the cold air in her bones now.

He pulled her closer, wrapping his jacket around her.

She snuggled closer, taking in his warmth with a grateful murmur.

"I had his blood on my hand," she whispered.

Aahil closed his eyes, hearing that remembered pain and shock in her voice.

"I couldn't stop crying for hours on end. It drove my mother crazy. When I told them what had happened, they called the police. But it was too late. The family had already left the country."

So that was the reason they had left so hastily, Aahil realized. He closed his eyes, unable to deal with that for a moment.

"He opened my eyes to reality, and I swore that I would never close them again. I do this for that little boy that I couldn't help."

He felt a rising pressure in his heart, a lump in his throat. "So you pity him for his past? You feel that you owe him and you are atoning?" he finally asked, forcing the questions past the lump in his throat. Disgust for his past was growing inside of him. This woman knew his deepest darkest secrets, and he was so afraid that she would only see his scars. Could she ever see the man when she knew him as that abused, little boy?

"He doesn't need my pity," Sanam asserted softly. "He should be proud that he has grown up to be the man that he is. There is nothing pitiful about him. And what I do now, I do for my soul. He might have given me my purpose, but it's so much more now. It's not about him. He doesn't need anyone to save him. He only needs to open his heart and accept his present and live his life."

She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close. Looking up at the stars once more, she murmured in appreciation. "My soul also needs beauty. And I look at these stars for that. There are so many stars in the sky tonight!"

He rested his cheek against the top of her head. "Stars, huh? My mother used to tell me that if you see a falling star, make a wish on it. Your wish will come true," he uttered drolly.

"My mother says that, too!" Sanam squealed joyfully. "Do you believe it?"

"Ever since I became aware of myself . . . in all of my memories, I've hardly seen any stars, let alone falling stars," he confessed.

Sanam looked up at him with a perplexed expression.

"But now . . . now I'm seeing more stars in that sky. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll even see a falling star and all my wishes will come true."

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Chapter 7 - Loving Him, Loving Her

A/N: Hoped you liked the chapter! Thank you all for the beautiful comments you have left me. The forum isn't a happy place right now, especially with the news that erupted today. I hope it's not true,at least not until we get some happy scenes with SaHil, but I have learned not to expect much from this PH. But one of the pleasures I get out of this forum is reading the great SaHil stories that many of you write. I hope you all stick around and continue writing your stories and finishing them up.

Okay, enough seriousness. I hope to see a lot of comments! The more I see, the faster I'll update.
LOL And believe me, this is fast for me. It took me almost 4 years to complete my Maneet fanfic. Shocked



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loved the update, so beautiful

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Lovely update
beautifully written
eagerly waiting for the next part 
please continue soon Smile

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Awesome update. Loved the conversation between Aahil and Sanam.Continue soon.

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@adventure_gurl - Thanks! Glad you liked it. Blushing

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- Thank you! Glad you liked the update. I hope to begin the next chapter soon. Now, how long it will take to finish it . . . that's another story. LOL

@NanduVijay - Thanks! Glad you liked the convo between SaHil. Hope to bring you many more like these. Wink
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HugWonderful n beautiful chapter.Hug
Loved it.
The family dinner part was awesome.
Ahil n rehaan want to stay away from sanam n seher due to their pasts but they r unable to.
Both the boys now know haya's rehaan's sister n tanveer was a murderer.
Sanam got ahil's number from latif n he had saved it coz he felt it was sanam.
Their phone convo were good.
They got to know many things about each other.
Ahil n sanam r coming close to each other.
Their last convo was lovely .
Continue soon
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wow.. a great update...
beutifully described...please update soon...

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Another long review coming your way... LOL

Part One:

Yaaay, you updated! This was so needed after the "news" we've got today.

The start was so mysterious and well build up. I can understand the worry Aahil has for his family, especially for his sisters.

He tugged at his collar, feeling a tightness around his throat. That was weird, since the shirt's first three buttons had been left unbuttoned. It wasn't the shirt . . . it was the feelings that woman had aroused inside of him. She made him hope, and he didn't want to hope.

Love it! love it and love it! This was such a great chapter with so much happening. Feelings were slowly starting to get acknowledged..

It was really painful to read about Rehan's past. But at the same time it felt real and good to get an insight into his life. I miss him so much..

Again, I absolutely adore and cherish the bond the two have! It's so gentle and family-like.

And the scene where Aahil comes to donate to the shelter. It touched my heart so much! It was one of my fav scenes from the update. I have always pictured him to be soft and helpful toward others.

Sanam bribing Lateef to get his number was epic. LOL

And that conversation they had on the phone. *DEAD* Oh My God. It was so full of emotions and misery. I could feel Aahil's pain. And the fact that he thinks he's lonely. He don't have anyone... But slowly, he will come to realize that there are people who cares about  him. You did a fantastic job at creating the atmosphere. Take a bow, Lovely!

Absolutely love the ending of Part One. So nice to see that Sanam wanting to help, as it's her nature. She cannot let go and see people in pain. So proud of her.

Part Two:

I actually needed to take a few hours off after reading the beautiful piece. Especially when the topic is so strong. I love the fact that you wrote a story on this. Kudos to you, Lovely! You're doing such a great job that you truly deserve all the attention and love. Keep it up. Heart

How strong is Aahil's pain. I get tears in my eyes whenever I read about it. And he's slowly opening up in front of Sanam.. 

"Anything . . . I'd do anything to make sure that a child won't have to grow up like that," he said.

It really takes my breath away.

"How did you decide to work in such an ugly field when you appreciate beauty so much?" he asked in a driven tone, his fingers tightening around her shoulder. "How can your heart stand it?

"He opened my eyes to reality, and I swore that I would never close them again. I do this for that little boy that I couldn't help."

This is the most heart touching story that I have ever come across. Beautiful and so emotional.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close. Looking up at the stars once more, she murmured in appreciation. "My soul also needs beauty. And I look at these stars for that. There are so many stars in the sky tonight!"

"But now . . . now I'm seeing more stars in that sky. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll even see a falling star and all my wishes will come true."

My eyes are shining and I can't even think properly. I mean... I need to take a deep breath. I'm not sure if you'll understand what I mean, but wow... This is incredible and I really thank you for another heartfelt chapter. Update soon as we all cannot wait to read further. Clap



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