[I can't stop writing Koh-e-Noor, I need some notification reminding me to update this book. I had this written since the last time I posted chapters but forgot to upload.
Enjoy!]
"Azaan, you're hurting me!" I yell and he throws me against the walk-in closet after dragging me the whole way inside the apartment.
"There's a fine line between innocence and stupidity!" He snarls, "And you have crossed it."
The chewing gum in my mouth slips down my throat as I gulp in the knot.
I've never seen the outline of his eyes this red. Or such burning anger in his pupils.
I don't even need to hear the rest of the scolding, he has already hurt me enough to make me want to die. I stop rubbing my arm to soothe the pain the dragging gave me.
My mind goes blank when I see him shouting and I try to calmly push his chest away but to no avail. He's not even in his senses.
I press myself as far away from him as I can but he has me trapped between the closet and himself.
"You're not a fucking kid, Sawera. Learn to fucking behave. I can't follow every single thing you do. It feels like I'm handling a child! Do you even know how worried I was? What if you fell down? Huh?"
I just look at him, and wonder how long it will take him to get angrier and raise his hand at me.
I hear him repeating the question and scream and squeeze my eyes closed when his fist hits on the closet, near my ear.
"I don't know. I felt better."
AND I HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY THIS.
WOW, SAWERA.
If I were Azaan, I would have already strangled Sawera.
"Of course. You enjoy giving me tension. Dadi ammi's got forty-eight fucking hours to live but that's not enough of a worry. YOU had to climb on skyscrapers and walk on their edges without any type of safety gear and that too with that imbecile Abeer who wouldn't take a minute to push you off there just like the cats he throws from terraces and laughs at."
I feel so guilty, so pathetic. Why would I do that? "I'm sorry." A sorry isn't going to fix anything, boofhead.
I'm the imbecile.
He shakes his head, "You... really, amaze me." He moves back and maunders around. "Abeer." He mutters with a hateful chuckle before shifting to the other topic, "You don't care about anything except your own enjoyment, your own peace, your own contentment."
I don't need him to continue to know what he's talking about. That day I left from the hospital, sick of bhabhi mourning for her dead piece of blood clot.
But he continues.
"I'm sorry." I wheeze as low as I can. I can't even complain. He's just telling the truth.
He doesn't accept the apology and keeps going on. I can't blame him. But it hurts.
But I deserve it.
I'm too selfish to care about others. I only think about myself and my happiness. I. am. useless. Why would someone want me?
All I do is ruin things, ruin moods, destroy peace, get into others relationships, push myself on people, crave for attention, eat, get fat...
Fuck it all.
I just need a blade on my wrist to end it all.
"I'm not raising a child, Sawera. Please become a bit more responsible."
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