" bas kar ruksaar itna nh rote hai bacha, tabiyat khrab ho jayegi teri, chl muh khol thoda sa khale" fatima said.
" ammi mujhe hamid se baat krni hai, mujhe btana hai unhe, merko jana hai, mein nh reh skti, aur ab toh bilkul bhi nh, please unhe call lagaye woh mera phone nh uthayenge, unhe btaye, maine nh rehna, please ammi, I called him so many times bahi, par unhone nh uthaya kabhi, aap kare na please, woh bhut naraz hai mujhse, I want to talk, unhe ye pta hona chiye, please karde apkp Allah ka waasta, aliyah you call him, I was wrong I was meri hi glti thi, mujhe khuch kehna hi nh chiye tha, I forget to live without him, please krde" fatima and asfandyar eyes got teary seeing her daughter condition.
" abbu ap kre call woh apk call zaroor uthaenge, haan ap sultan abu se baat kre"
" aapi aap shant ho jaye mein karti hu call, abhi karti hu, woh uthaenge pkka"
" phone speaker pe rkho mujhe sunna hai," sidharth was sitting in one corner thinking about his decision which was wrong he know but he didn't know how to make them correct, their is no way he can undo what he did, the words he uttered in anger without knowing what actually has happened ruined them.
" koi nh Utha rha aapi" ruksaar break down again.
" dubara karo"
" helllo" shehnaaz voice comes out from the phone, he looked towards the phone, his hearts beating faster listening to her soft and sweet voice after so long.
" hello aliyah, is this you??? Woh bahi washroom me hai syd, ky hua?? Tum kesi ho?? How's everyone??" she asked controlling her emotions, she particularly wants to ask about him, but she lacks the courage.
" hum sb theekh hai ruksaar aapi ko baat karni hai bahi se"
" ohh..ok.. Thikh hai mein keh deti hu unko..."
" shehnaaz ek cup chae laado, my head is throbbing, such a hectic day I had" hamid requested her after coming out of the washroom.
" ji bahi woh apk phone hai, aap baat krlijiye"
" kon hai" he asked.
" aap dekh le mein cahe bana ke lati" all of them went out giving some privacy to ruksaar and hamid.
" haaa...mid" she called his name.
" ruksaar maine kha tha don't call me, tumhe smjh nh aata agar me tumhare calls nh utha rha hu toh" he said.
" please phone mat katiyega listen to me na,"
" don't ever try to call me"
" hamid please mere liye na sahi, apne hone wale bache ke liye toh baat kr le" he halted hearing her words, she is talking about their child, his child, and his eyes got teary, he loved her so much, but her venomous words for her sister break his heart into pieces, he never ever think ruksaar could speak that much ill about someone, she was not like this when he falls in love with her, she was soft-hearted, emotional, loving and had a beautiful heart.
" hamid khuch toh bole aap, mein janti hu maine glti ki hai lekin mein usi din se apse maafi mangne ki koshish kar rhi thi, apko itne calls kiye, lekin apne ek bhi nh uthaya, please mujhse baat kre na, please" she cried over the phone, he cut the phone throwing away on the bed.
" bahii apk cahe" shehnaaz said coming into the room.
" bahi aap ro rhe hai, ky hua???" shehnaaz had never seen her brother crying, seeing him like this for the first time, her heart cried with him, and her eyes also get teary, she kneeled in front of him, holding his hands.
" kya hua aap aise kyu ro rhe hai?? Khuch hua hai ky???" today he didn't care to wipe his tears, the emotions, the pain he hides inside him for the past two months vented out in front of her.
"Bahi aise na kre, aap rote hue bilkul ache nh lagte"
" 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,"
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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.
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.
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" 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"
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