"He loves her so much, even now he was saying how he has come to love Erum as his own." Sahil filled in.
"Erum is too young, don't you think she needs a papa ? Who will be there for her as she grows up ? Who will accompany her to school ? I know you are a strong, independent woman who is more than capable of supporting her daughter, but we all need a father at some point in our life."
They have really got me thinking, should I give him a chance ? Is he really regretful of what he has done ? Am I ready to take a new step towards a new beginning ?
"I will think about it." I said sighing.
"Okay, I will get going then." Sahil said, leaving us alone after making sure that we would be fine going home by ourselves.
"Chalo." Ehana said taking my hand and we moved towards where her car was parked.
She and Elyan had come home to stay for 2 days as Faris was out of town for some business thing. And with Elyan in our place, it was not just a house, it was mad-house. So we both sneaked out for dinner and some alone time.
We reached home in a few and I stopped for a minute to take a look at the scene in front of me.
My daughter was a clown. Yes, they dressed her up as a clown. A little red dot on her nose, those frilly socks, and a colourful clown frock.
"Why, why, why would you do this to my daughter ?" I asked walking towards her.
"Maa, look clown." She giggled twirling in front of me.
She looked cute but that's besides the point.
"Who's idea was it ?" I asked hands on my hip.
Three hands pointed towards Elyan, I should have known it was him.
"Yeah right. Blame it on me." He said sarcastically.
"Who was the one that ran out and searched for a frock from store to store ?" He said, rounding on Niha.
"And who was the one who said she could do the best clown make up ?" He continued, passing by Ayesha giving her a look.
I glared at the two of them.
"Lastly, who was the one who made her hair and also made that little hat from scratch ?" He now stopped in front of Wajih and shook his head.
"And I am the one who is always blamed." He took a seat now, clasping his hands together and waited for my reaction. And reaction I will give.
I went towards where the shoe stand was kept and took one out, and threw it at Wajih.
"Owww. Crazy shoe lady." He yelled and ran.
I took hold of Ayesha and niha's ears and twisted them.
"Didi sorry, sorryyy." They shrieked.
"Maa, it fun. I love it." My daughter came to their rescue and I bent to her.
I booped her nose and asked,
"Do you love it here baba ?"
"Yes, I never want go."
"Okay, I will let them go."
Wajih had come back from his hiding now.
"I mean admit it, it was funny. Wasn't it ?" Elyan asked.
I stared at him for a moment before giving in a laughed, and everyone joined.
Hearing the commotion, papa came from his room shushing us.
"Thahira is sleeping, what is the matter with you all ?" He asked.
I stepped a aside for him to see his grand daughter, and he shook his head in disbelief, but a smile threatened to break.
"Seriously, this has to be Elyan." Papa said, making all of us laugh.
He went back to sleep, and Elyan forced us to watch a movie.
I excused myself to freshen up and entered my room.
The moment I shut the door, I allowed myself to cry.
I brought my knees to my chest and put my head in between and poured my heart out.
I remember the pain as if it were etched into my very being. The sharp ache in my chest that made it hard to breathe, the stupid memory of him breaking my heart felt like it was yesterday. I had felt like the world has lost it's colour.
I tried to mend the pieces of my broken heart, only to get into something else entirely different. Marriage. If Subhan had broken my heart, Wajdan broke my soul. He was nice for the first week in our marriage. I let him hold my hand, or occasional kisses here and there but nothing more. I couldn't bring myself to it.
The moment I told him I needed time to consummate our marriage, he turned into a beast. He raped me, forced himself on me..I remember how..
My train of thoughts was broken by constant knocking on the door.
"Kitni der ? Come fast." Wajih shouted.
"Give me 5." I replied and ran to the washroom and fixed myself.
I returned to the living room to see spared beds were all set, so it was decided we will be sleeping here together.
We put golmaal and had a blast watching it, with Elyan and Wajih's mimicry to the scenes.
"Feeling better ?" Elyana whispered beside me.
I just nodded in response. I didn't want to talk about it now.
Erum came to me after a while, and slept on my chest.
I looked at her and Sahils words rang in my ears.
Should I give him a second chance ? For my daughter of course.
We all know who needs him more than the daughter, a voice inside me pointed.
And she is absolutely wrong. Or right ?
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RCB ke jeet ki khushi me 😭😭💃🏻💃🏻 I swear seeing them lose back to back matches was so heartbreaking, but here we are now. 😭🤌🏻 I wrote this chapter entirely in like 1 hour so pardon me if it's not up to the mark. 😌💗
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