Monster

Ch.13 - Is He Okay?

Asalamoalaikum

Wanted to update in the past few days but wasn't in a state to. Sorry for the delay like I promised it to be.

Recap
* "Sahi hi toh keh rai hain. Ammi ka Shehry aisa toh nahi tha. Jesa bhi tha aisa toh bilkul nahi tha."

Saba didn't say anything. I wanted her to reply, to scream at me, to yell at me asking me why I did all this to her. But she didn't. Not even a single word.

Deep down it started eating me up. Why don't she? It's her right to ask me. *

P.S. I couldn't write something that huge and emotional, so I skipped one of the main events. I couldn't bare it. Sorry for a such a twist.

And OMG 700+ reads! 💖👍💪

Just go on and read it, happy reading.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The house was quite. Everything went black since the say before yesterday. None of us said anything to each other. None of us cried in front of each other. None of us comforted each other.

The only sound I could hear was of us, just breathing. Deep down, we both cried alot, Shehryaar more.

Who knew the calmness we had that night holding ammi's hands, one me and the other Shehryaar was holding us for such a big storm the very next day. It was so shocking for us that the day ammi went to coma was her last day.

It was her funeral today and a lot of people were here at the house. Shehryaar's many known families were here, those who were close to ammi, her friends, their farther relatives who lived here I never knew. Every single person was here.

Par Khuda Ki Qudrat dekho, itne hajoom main bhi sab khamosh the.
(But look at Allah's Nature, there was still silence in such crowd.)

All of the families went to their homes leaving me and Shehryaar behind in this big house, alone. Both of us felt lonely, yet still there with each other.

Qareeb ho kar bhi qareeb na the, hmesha ki tarhan.
(Not close to being close, as usual.)

I wanted to console him, tell him not to break apart but that was also a thing I didn't wanted to do. Me breaking down in front of him might make him go deeper in this depression.

I want to talk to him but the fear of my cracking voice wasn't letting me. I really need to talk to him, we can't stay like this. I decided to speak something to him. Any random thing.

But what do I even talk about? What do I ask him?

Food. Maybe ask him for food.

I wanted to kill the silence between us.

"Ah Saba?" he spoke up before me, his head still down, sitting on the other side of the couch, totally away from me.

"Yes." I replied back instantly as if waiting for him to say something. Well I was.

He just looked at me at my response blinking his eyes once, twice with his lips slightly apart and then lowered his gaze.

"What happened Shehryaar? You want something?"

He immediately shook his head and covered his face with his hands in order to hide his face. I wanted to ask him again but my throat wasn't letting me. I felt there was no voice inside me.