I Am Not A Saint [Completed ]

Seven٧

" Only if you tell me why you were trying to hurt yourself?  " he demanded

" You mean why I was trying to suicide " she smiled , carelessly

" You can say that I am coward I was not able to face the reality I couldn't save my father I think I have no right to live " She was harsh , very harsh

" Who said you are coward in my eyes you are a fighter and about your right to live, you think you own your life ? you're wrong my dear it's Allah's given even if you try to kill yourself you won't die if Allah don't want to, see both of the times when you were trying to do that I saved you " he passed her a glass of water

" From now own you owe me your life you are not allowed to hurt yourself " he said in deep calm voice while taking her left hand in his own , he was looking straight in her eyes she was amazed by his sudden gesture.

" Umm why did you sent all those files to me ? " she changed the topic , he was still holding her hand

" To clear your doubts " his answer was simple

" But what about all those property deeds " she hesitated a bit

" Those all are your Haq Meher as I married you it's my responsibility to make sure that you are fully secured both financially and socially " she felt the clutch of his hand is now a bit tight

" But that is too much " she insisted

" Sila haven't you still checked the last file , you should know who am I and who you are to me " his words made her heart pound

" Off course I know who you are!! You are Chinese " she suddenly stood up and  her tone was also high

" I am not Chinese I am Pakistani it's just that my facial genes belongs to my mother I can't even speak Chinese " he was annoyed , seeing him like this she couldn't help but laugh hard

" Why are you laughing huh? " he was enjoying her laugh

After his return there was a wide change occurred in Sila's routine.
       Now she wasn't only found in her room but she also spent time in reading as well as painting  .

" Would you made my portrait ?" one day when she was painting in the garden he silently came and kept looking at movement of her hands, firmly strocking on the canvas, they were beautiful her fingers were not so thin not so much fleshy but were long with pinkish tipsl like her cheeks.

She didn't know that he was standing there. She was at her final stroke when he suddenly interrupted , stroke happened to be in wrong direction,  he noticed that something went wrong

" Oh I am sorry I didn't mean to do,  it happened I am sorry " he was apologizing
She kept looking at the painting then smiled from the corner of her lips .

" No don't be sorry some things are meant to be happen no matter how much you are reserved they happens anyway " while moping  her hands with tissue she came and stood next to him

" But you know what's the good part is that the things which happened naturally in the start they are hard to accept  but after a while you realized that these are the most beautiful things that happened and then you accept them whole heartily " he was already facing her after finishing  she also turned to him , for a moment there was a deep but meaningful silence occurred between them.

" I don't made human portraits " she said and applied a little paint on his nose with her index finger.

" Boss Mrs. Sila is calling for a while, I told her that you were in a meeting " he was leaving the office when receptionist informed him.

He nodded and get in the car which was waiting for him at the entrance
Sitting on the back seat he was rapidly moving his fingers on smart phone.

" Hmm  Sila you were calling ...... Anyway I'm on the way....... Have you prepared every thing?..... Passport... NIC..... Marriage Certificate..... Self Confidence " he mocked , trying to lighten her nervousness

" Well that's good you got everything, be ready we are already late.... Nope I'll eat on the flight.... Okay see you later " he hung up the call

" Maa wait here I'll be back soon Director Ahsan is looking for me.....I have already told him I'll not be able to make rounds today my mother will be coming for her check... even so he is.... " Faria murmured while walking towards elevator

Sila kept looking at her back until she entered in the elevator.

"She looks more sophisticated in her doctor's overall " Sila thought

As they had decided Sehban brought her to hospital so that she could see her mother but after seeing her she was unable to resist. She directly went to her because she was wearing an abaya and carrying a veil so no body could  recognize her.
" How are you doing " she sat next to her

" Alhamdulillah but who are you? " Her wrinkles were increased

" I am Saman's friend " she hold her hand , her fingers were swelled up

" Alas She hasn't came with me today she won't be in future " her eyes filled with tears , her eyes were having dark circles

" I've heard of her to be honest I still don't believe it ..."

" Why can you not believe? we all know that she's not here anymore , we all are trying to make Maa realize that she has left, why the hell you are telling her those pointless things, who are you to say that " she was in the middle of her sentence  when someone started yelling at her from beo

She turned , that was Kiran

" I am Saman's friend " she said

" I am sorry she is quite emotional about her sister " that was him Zaryab he came behind from Fariya's back

" No it's alright I'll be leaving now "

"Why he was there as if he really cared , what a phoney? what did he mean by I have came specially for my mother-in-law huh! ridiculous " she was mumbling in a sense of angriness ever since she get in the car

" Where is your phone " ignoring her anger he asked about not so important thing

" Oh I left it on the bench, wait a second I'll just fetch it " she hurriedly get out of these even before he could stop her or suggest something else, she was inside the building

She was in the elevator when Zaryab came in with another doctor .

" I have paid you enough make sure she won't make any progress ..." He stopped talking when he realized third person's presence , after a while a ward boy entered on second last floor holding some edgy equipments in a tray.

She was feeling helpless her mother's illness was not just because of Saman's death but also because he is not letting her recover .

What should she do , in a sense of great anger ,  previous depths and revenge she grab the scalpel from the tray and stabbed Zaryab's arm . It was almost last floor meanwhile the doors opened,  the next thing she could do was to run.