" m.e..mein...abb..bbu..bnne..wala..hu" he told her crying and smiling at the same time.
" sachh inshallah kitni badi khushkhabri hai ye, aur ap aise ro rhe the, bahi ye toh mithai kahne ka waqt hai aur ap bs jabse roye jaa rhe hai" she said wiping his tears.
" aap na Zaldi se kal ki flight book kara le, woh bhi subah ki aur le aaye unhe yahan"
" mein nh jaa raha kahin bhi"
" par kyu nh,"
" shehnaaz mein use aise maaf nh kr skta, maine sb khuch kia, sb khuch dia jo usne manga lekin fir bhi.."
" bahi glti toh apk bhi thi na, hath toh apne bhi uthaya tha, faisla toh apne bhi liya tha, unhone glt bola lekin aisa nh hai ki apk glti nh hai, ish waqt unhe apk bhut zyada zarroorat hai, waise bhi pregnancy kitni tough hoti hai unhe apk support chiye hoga, aap le aaye unhe yahan, meri wajah se apna ghr tabah na kre, aapi aise nh hai kayi baar hum manipulate ho jate hai logo se aur unke saath bhi wahi hua, gussa toh har marz ki dawa nh hota"
" aap bhut badi ho gyi hai"
" le aaye, ek mauka toh sbko milta hai na bahi, khuda bhi dete hai"
" tum maaf kr paogi" he asked.
" mein toh syd kisi ko maaf na kr pau, bhut dard hota hai jab apne dhukh dete hai, seene me har waqt khanjar ki tarah chubti hai unki kadwi baatein," ************ Entering her room, he feels her aroma in the air, her precious laugh, the way she used to jump, run, and sulk about her studies.
With the small black bindis on the side of the mirror, which she used to wear sometimes, and the colourful bangles that she loves to wear, this room became his peace for the past two months, whenever he wanted to feel her presence he came, sits alone for hours, relives their bitter and sweet memories.
" ache se pose dijiye sir, thoda nazdeek ho jaye" the photographer said.
" tum apna kaam karo photos click karo warna jao" he stated.
" khadoos, Allah miyan aisa bhi ky kasoor kia tha jo inke Saath nikkah kara dia mera" she murmured looking upward.
The photographer clicked some of their photos without saying much fearing Sidharth's anger.
" bahi ap inhe choro zara meri khuch achi photo nikal de konsa nikkah baar baar hota hai, aur aaj to mein mashallah behad khubsurat lag rhi hu"
" ji aap aaiye"
He smiled remembering her irritating face, opening his gallery he searched for the particular photo, finding the one he opened it.
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The photo of her as his bride, the photographer send those photos on his number and he never deleted them.
" kaash mein us waqt apko aise nihar pata Jab aap meri nazron ke samne thi, meri dulhan bnke" he uttered kissing the photo.
" aap mujhe kabhi maaf bhi kar paengi jaan" he asked.
********** " sir ye sb parcels apk liye hai, aap check kar lijiye" Akash said.
" this is too much, abhi tak kha the ye"
" sir yahi rkhe the ap busy the meetings mein" he nodded dismissing him.
He starts checking the parcels one by one, when his eyes caught one particular envelope, which has a court stamp, his heart beating fast, his intuition knows what it may be, a fear gripped in his heart while opening the envelope...
" the notice of khula (Khula is the right of a woman in Islam to divorce and it means separation from her husband) send by shehnaaz....
" hum to intzaar me the unke aane ke Par woh toh na aaye, aaya toh bs unka jawab"
