Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Between Two Options

In fact, in an instant I gained and lost: her and her love that I had hoped for all this time, because now my feelings are just gone. Only the pain remains. The revelation of Brother Sanjeev who was so shaking almost made my legs limp. Sensing the powerful emotional wave within me, I lowered my head and began to move. Walking quickly, I did not see the almost invisible protrusion of the tree roots between the grass and my feet stuck, making me stumble and fall to the ground, on top of the grass.

"Zia, I'm sorry." Sanjeev reached out his hand. "Come, wake up."

Runs. That's the only thing I have to do now. I will not be able to be around the crowd and let people see my tears and question my situation.

My escape led me to a dark, frozen courtyard, the lights from the trees shone rainbow glimmers across an ice-covered grass field near a green iron bench placed between two old beech trees. I sat there and I could feel my breath tight. But unfortunately, Brother Sanjeev was back in front of me when I took a while to normalize my situation. I need some time alone, and he should understand that.

"I'm sorry, Zia," he said, Brother Sanjeev sat on his knees before me and put one hand on my hand. He looked up and looked me straight in the eye. "I know I'm selfish. But that grudge has taken hold of me. Right now, destroying HansH is the passion of my life. For the peace of my mother and Alisah. Only then can I resume my life, without feeling any more burden."

I wiped the tears with my left hand. "I understand" I said. "But-"

"If you understand you have to agree with my way," cut him down quickly without giving me any reproach to speak. "You understand that, right? Listen to me, like I said, other girls won't be able to get close to HansH. Only Alisah can, because HansH wants Alisah. Alisah is his love, his passion and his passion. You know, he's obsessed with Alisah. And only you, the only girl who has what Alisah has, other than her face. You see yourself, from this posture, your height and body shape, you are exactly the same as Alisah. The color and style of your hair, the color of your skin, even your beautiful eyes, are all exactly the same as what Alisah has. Even you have the same charming smile as Alisah. So, please, just need a little change and you'll have Alisah's face on your face. Just a little."

I'm shaking. I won't be able to accept any of this, brother.

"Listen to me, Zia. It's hard to find a girl as perfect as you to be Alisah. We're not in a soap opera story where the director is stupid enough to make two very different people into one character after the operation scene. That stupid. In reality it would be unacceptable, unreasonable. But you, just by operating on your face, you'll incarnate like Alisah, a perfect duplicate. Of course, except for the sound, but it doesn't matter. Just tell me your vocal cords were interrupted after you had an accident. Then no one will suspect you, including HansH. I'm sure it is. And you could say that you have amnesia so that your position is not difficult in carrying out this role. Okay?"

You know, brother, you hurt my heart so much.

"Zia. But look at it from the bright side. If anyone else had the face of Alisah, then I would only get her face, not with a heart that loves me. But if you had that face, not only your new face, but your heart, it would all be mine. Am I right?"

Wrongfully. You're wrong big time. You could have had my heart and the face of your late lover, but what you did was clearly wrong.

"You don't want to help me? You don't want to fight with me? What about your oath? You want to deny it?"

I'm speechless.

"Take me, Zia."

"Sister...."

"Say."

"I know you are yourself. But I also know that HansH will not turn to this face. I won't!"

Oh my God, he insisted.

"Who knows? I've met him three times, and he-"

"He didn't see your face. All he sees is your eyes."

"At least it's good, right? He's interested in my eyes."

"No. You're wrong, Zia. You're wrong! He just stared into the same eyes as Alisah's."

"Yes, who knows. Maybe after she sees my face, not necessarily with Alisah's face, maybe she'll be interested in mine."

"All right." Brother Sanjeev stood up. "Then let's prove it. Tomorrow you try to be around HansH, without a mask, without a sound, and without introducing yourself. Let's see if he'll ignore you or realize where you are. Just one chance. If yes, then you can approach her with this face. But if not, don't waste more time, you know my solution is the best. But if you don't want to help me, then fine. Forget everything. Forget everything I've said, and also your oath. Forget your oath."

Devastated, feeling a failure, and trembling, I watched him turn his head one last time towards me before disappearing inside. Sipping cold air into my lungs, I sagged into the grass under my feet, immersing my head in both hands.

The pain I felt, I realized slowly, was painful, but I needed to prove to Brother Sanjeev that HansH would accept my face. It might not be as instantaneous as if I had the face of Alisah, but even if it was slow, starting with friendship, I would try to get HansH to accept me into his life until I could enter Mahesvara's house. I'll try, brother. In return for the love of the mother who took care of me, I will do anything for you, as I promised her.

Feeling enough with my tears, I decided to go back to the party. It may be the worst Christmas for me, but my misfortune should not be felt by anyone else. Except Neha.

Yeah, the only thing I want right now is to be with Neha. Melt all my sadness in his arms.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Didn't you and Brother Sanjeev make up? You guys are okay, right?"

But I can't say anything. Although I still want to try the terms of Brother Sanjeev on one occasion, but I am still afraid that I will lose and have to give up my life for the new Alisah.

I'm afraid this is our last togetherness, Neha. Because if I have to be Alisah, it means I have to leave my old life. Including you, my friend.