Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
The Cracked Side

Relax, Zia. Be calm. Control yourself. "Ehm, I want to go to the toilet, can you accompany me? There are important things I want to tell you. We're talking four eyes. Can, right? Please, Neha?"

Confused, Neha could only nod.

I immediately turned towards the man who was still silent behind me. "My HansH, you don't mind if I leave it for a second? Just for a second."

"Of course, honey. I'll sit at an empty table."

I squinted my eyes. "thank you. You're very understanding. Just a minute, yeah." I turned back to Neha and grabbed her hand. "Come on."

Neha obeyed. It is clear which may refuse. I know him well, HansH is a great client whom he and his brother-in-law have maintained in their endeavors. He will be kind in front of people like HansH even if he must be hungry.

Huh! I exhaled a sigh of relief inside the toilet.

"Sorry," Neha said opening her voice. "So I thought you were my best friend. That's why I call you Zia. Your voice reminds me of her. Your voices are exactly the same."

Oh my God, it's me, Neha. If I could tell you.

Of course it can't. It won't be able to.

"I understand, Neha. Emm.. Look, there's something important I want to tell you. I'm...."

The girl frowned again. "What's up, Alisah? What do you want to tell me?"

"I need your help."

"Oh, what kind of help? Just say it."

"You're gonna help me?"

"Of course, if I could, I would help."

"OKAY. Look." I took a deep breath and exhaled it sharply. "I know about HansH and Zia."

Again Neha frowned. "You know? You mean...?"

"Well, I know," I said, for some reason panic still prevails over me. "I know that HansH met Zia and she even danced and kissed Zia on New Year's Eve. But, Neha,"-a mouthful of hard-earned spit- "HansH, she thought that the girl who introduced herself as Zia was me. Narrative."

Neha. "Why could that be?" seems fast. "Why did HansH think you were Zia? Dan, you...? You just shut up? You didn't tell him you weren't Zia?"

Disappointment on his face. I know he really wishes HansH could be with Zia, his dear friend.

"Yeah, Neha. What else am I supposed to do? I mean, sorry, but HansH's mine. I won't be able to accept that he loves another girl. I don't have a choice. What's my day, Neha?"

Shaken, Neha shone a look of hatred at me.

"Please understand me, Neha. I love HansH. She's my fiancee. He's my future husband. His feelings for Zia were just an escape. Basically he still loves me. Me, Alisah. HansH loves Alisah. You know that, right?"

I thought for a moment. I need to say something to make him give in to this ill-advised inner debate.

"Neha, I'm sorry, I know you won't accept this. But, Neha, please for the sake of my relationship with HansH, a relationship you know has been established for a long time. Please just. You also know that HansH never saw Zia's face, and you also know that Zia looks a lot like me, just a slight difference in our faces. Like twins who are almost identical. HansH therefore thought that Zia was me. So please, don't tell him, Neha. Please, just act like you know me as Zia too, or else HansH will suspect me and our relationship will be ruined. I don't want him to turn away from me. Please, Neha, help me?"

I know I'm guilty. I hurt your heart. I'm sorry, Neha. Ii'm sorry....

Baffled. I feel so guilty, and so wrong. I spent some time that morning in the ladies' room, taking turns banging my head against the wall or holding it in despair. When I finally returned to the table, HansH glanced at me from the corner of his eye, but said nothing. I sat down, and questioned his silence in my heart: did he speak to Neha? If so, what did Neha say to him?

"Is there a problem?" hansh finally asked. He looks worried. "So your friend left crying, when I called, he didn't look and kept going."

I'm shaking. "He's in a hurry," I lie. I ended up lying to HansH. "She received a call, it seemed like there was a serious situation, but she didn't say what or who was calling. He said he'd call me later if the business was done."

"But your phone is still broken. I haven't bought a new one yet. Do you want us to stop by the cell phone store? You need a cell phone as soon as you can, I guess."

I'm shaking. "I want to go home quickly, My HansH. My head-"

"You dizzy?" cut it. His worry level was rising.

I'm nodding. This time I did not lie. My head was dizzy, but not because of pain, especially because of my feigned amnesia. "My head is so dizzy. I want a break."

"Then we go straight home."

"His order?"

"I put it in the car."

"Oh, okay."

I got up from my seat and suddenly HansH quickly grabbed me.

"No need, My HansH. I can walk" I protested, but HansH would not listen. So yes, the strength of his hand is indeed a pity to be missed. The only problem was: this scene happened while Harry's visitors were bustling. I'm a little embarrassed by the crowds around us, but again, that's it.

Arriving at the parking lot, I opened the door on the passenger side and HansH sat me in the seat, not forgetting that he put his seatbelt on and stretched out my seatback a little.

"You can stand the pain? I'll take you to the doctor."

Oh my God, I was sad to see it so worried about my situation. His face was anxious and grim. "No need," I refused.

"Don't argue." He looked at me sharply.

"I want to go home," I refused again, I looked at him expectantly. "Please? I want to go home, right? Take me home. I beg?"

"alright. We're going home" HansH said. He relented, closed the door next to me and then turned and got into the car, sitting behind the wheel.

But...

HansH again asked, this time his voice trembled, and his eyes reddened holding back the cries. "You sure? I'm worried about you."

"Yes, I'm sure. We'll go to the hospital later, check up, okay?" I cupped her sad face with my hands and I said, "I'll be fine. Sure. You don't have to worry about me, okay? Please don't take me to the hospital. I'm bored."

HansH nodded, then he brought my hand to his lips and he kissed my palm. I stared at my arm. Feathers bristling.

My God, my heart is touched, it feels like something is blooming inside of me. Because HansH.