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Lafz kitne hi tere pairon se lipte honge
Tune jab aakhiri khat mera jalaya hoga
Tune jab phool, kitabon se nikaale honge
Dene waala bhi tujhe yaad toh aaya hoga
Teri aankhon ke dariya ka
utarna bhi zaroori tha
Mohabbat bhi zaroori thi
Bichadna bhi zaroori tha
Zuroori tha ki
Hum dono tawaaf-e-aarzoo karte
Magar phir aarzu'on ka
bikharna bhi zaroori tha
Teri aankhon ke dariya ka
utarna bhi zaroori tha
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Tarun and suman looked at each other and sighed. They could hear meher sobbing bitterly and the sounds of the things being thrown here and there, breaking them in the process. Ishaan was sitting beside tarun, scared for the first time ever. The poor kid was clueless and confused. Never has he seen his mother in that condition and moreover what happened hours ago made him even more confused. Meher refused to marry akshat and ran up to her room. Crying and breaking things.
"Bhabhi hum log kis cheez ka maatam mana rahe hain.. Chaliye mere saath... Humein hi meher ko sambhalna hai... Aur usko samjhana hai.. Uska faisla galat hai... Fir se uss awara ladke ke liye meher apni zindagi bigaad rahi hai..." Devki said getting up from the sofa.
"Please didi... Akela chod dijiye meher ko... Iss baar usko khud sochne dijiye... Usko zindagi mein kya chahiye aur kya nahi... Yeh pal dubara nahi ayega..." Suman told devki sternly.
Devki irritatedky made way to her room.
"Maamu... Mom kyun ro rahi hai...??" Ishaan asked and tarun shrugged his shoulders in reply.
What was he supposed to tell his young nephew. It was his sister's right and decision.
The door bell rang and suman opened the door. At the same time meher opened her bedroom door and came running downstairs.
"Abeer..." Meher whispered.
Abeer didn't look at meher and entered the house. Meher expected him to be drunk and create a scene. He would let out his anger on her and they will be fine again. She hoped. She was ready to be accused, blamed and taunted. She deserved it. But abeer ignored her and sat on the dining table taking out some papers from his jacket.
Meher felt devastated when abeer didn't even spare her a single look. She looked down at her feet and realised that her feet were bleeding - she might have stepped on a piece of glass scattered in her room.
"I want to talk to you..." Abeer said.
Meher stood there numb and waited for abeer to continue. She was dying to talk to him after whatever happened but now she couldn't muster up the strength to utter a single word. Yes, she told him that ishaan was his son. Their son.
"Mom... Khoon..." Ishaan panicked.
Abeer looked up and saw ishaan holding meher's hand and getting worried about her bleeding feet. How he wished people could see his pain and his bleeding heart. But that's the thing about heartbreak and the pain that follows. The world cannot see it, neither they could feel it nor they could hear it breaking in zillion pieces. He believed and loved this woman and she betrayed him in the worst way possible. There was a time when he couldn't see her in pain and now he can't even bear to look at her. She had been cheating on him, lying to him for all those years, she has been depriving him of everything - most of all the bliss of experiencing fatherhood.
"Ishaan I'm fine... Go inside..." Meher told ishaan, her eyes not leaving abeer for a second.
"No... I'm not..." Ishaan replied stubbornly.
Abeer looked at ishaan and smiled. His son was just like him. His carbon copy. As stubborn as him.
"Di... Please sit down... I will call the doctor..." Tunnu made meher sit down on the sofa.
Suman kept her hand on abeer's shoulder.
"Abeer... Beta..."
"Kyun mummy ji... Aapne bhi paraya bna diya na... Aapne bhi jhooth bola mujhse..." Abeer asked.
"Nahi beta... Main majboor thi... Meher nahi chahti thi beta.. Tum dono ka divorce..." replied suman.
"Sasur ji se koi haq wapas nahi liya gya aur mujhe koi diya nahi gya... Kismat ka khel..." Abeer remarked.
"Aisa nahi hai abeer... Main toh aaj bhi chahti hoon ke tum aur Meher ek ho jao..."
"Bas ab yahi nahi ho sakta... Mere nazron se utar gyi hai ab woh aur sarr se uske pyaar ka bhoot bhi..." Abeer told suman, ignoring any sort of eye contact.
"Yeh kya ho raha hai... Aur aaj tum itne chup kyun ho...?? Sad ho..??" Ishaan came towards the dining table and asked abeer.
"Bolne ko kuch baki nahi hai na... That's why..." Abeer replied.
Ishaan looked at abeer and wondered what was wrong with him. But then his eyes turned to meher, who looked equally broken and hurt.
"Tum fir aa gaye... Ab kya lene aaye ho...?? Meher ka dimag toh pehle hi kharab kar diya hai tumne... Yeh dekhne aaye ho ke ab meher kya karegi... Akshat se shadi ke liye mna kar diya hai iss pagal ladki ne... Tumhari meherbani..." Devki said and yelled at abeer.
"Kuch lene nahi aaya hoon... Aakhri baar bardasht kar lijiye bua ji..." Abeer replied.
"Yeh itna badtameez hai na... Kya dikhta hai iss aadmi mein tumhe Meher...??" Devki asked meher.
"Please bua... Please..." Meher whispered.
"Bhabhi kaala jaadu kar diya hai iss ladke ne Meher pe..." Devki told suman.
Suman ignored her while meher took a deep breath.
"Please bua... Mere bete ke saamne aap yeh sab nahi bolengi... I'm sorry but please... Just for once don't interfere..." Meher requested devki.
"Theek hai... Par yeh iss baar bhi tera dil todh kar jaega meher... Iss baar bhi..." Devki commented and left the hall.
Meher looked at abeer and his eyes were blank and cold. They weren't the pair of eyes which held immense love for her. Today they seemed distant and unknown.
"Abeer... Please listen me out... I can explain..." Meher requested.
"I don't need one... And trust me i can't thank you enough for telling me the truth... Thank you...!!!" Abeer smiled at meher and she felt her mouth go dry, her heart hammering in her chest and words refusing to come out.
"Give this to your mom... Bye buddy..." Abeer handed over the papers to ishaan and went on his knees. He looked at ishaan, cupped his face and dropped a kiss on his forehead.
Before anyone could say a word, abeer stormed out of the house.
Meher got up from the sofa and hissed in pain. She stumbled and tunnu held her firmly.
"Stop him maa... I have to tell him I'm sorry..." Meher pleaded looking at suman.
Ishaan opened the papers and when he was unable to understand it, went to meher.
"Yeh gande uncle ko kya ho gya hai aaj...?? Yeh papers kyun diye hain...??"
Meher diverted her attention to ishaan and hurriedly snatched the papers from his hands. Meher looked at the papers and the world around her stopped revolving. Fresh tears pooled up in her eyes making her feel dizzy.
"He always makes mom cry... I hate him..." Ishaan uttered.
"Ishaan... Don't say that..." Meher glared at ishaan.
"Mom he is very bad... And you are scolding me... I hate him... I hate him..."
"Stop it ishaan... You cannot hate him... He is your father... Abeer tumhara dad hai... I am the one who is bad... Its me ishaan..." Meher said and broke down into tears. Her constant crying draining out her body and her wounded feet adding to her troubles.
"He is my father... Woh... Abeer uncle... Mere dad hai woh...???" Ishaan asked in state of shock.
"Ishaan chal andar chalte hai hum..." Tarun suggested.
"Matlab akshat uncle mere papa nahi hai... You lied mom..." Ishaan accused meher.
"I'm sorry ishaan... Mumma is sorry... Par ab sab khatam ho gya hai..." Meher said looking at the papers in her hands.
"Kya hai inn papers mein...??" Suman asked.
"He has given up all his rights on ishaan... And transferred whatever he has in ishaan's name..." Meher whispered.
"He hates me..." Ishaan looked at all of them with tears in his eyes.
"Its me who he hates... He hates me ishaan... He really loves you... He really does..." Meher said and hugged ishaan.
"No... He left me..." Ishaan cried.
"Its me who he has left... Woh mujhe chod kar gya hai beta... Maine tumhe abeer se dur rakha itna saalon tak... Meri galti thi yeh saari... He is hurt... He is angry with me... But dad loves you..." Meher wiped ishaan's tears and hugged him close. He was the only one she had now.
"Main abeer ko phone karti hoon..." Suman said.
Meher snatched away the phone from suman and put it on loudspeaker.
"Mummy ji paper dekh liye honge aap sabne... Main apna haq nahi jataunga ishaan pe. Kyunki meher ne kabhi mujhe koi haq diya hi nahi aur na hi ab wo mujhse uss tarah se pyaar karti hai... Yeh mat sochiyega ke yeh mera tareeka tha apne farz nibhane ka. Apni jaan bhi de sakta hoon main ishaan ki khushi ke liye. Mummy ji Mom dad dono bhi yeh sach jante hai ab ke ishaan mere aur meher ka beta hai... Main chahta toh ek minute mein ishaan ko haasil kar sakta hoon, uski custody maang sakta hoon. Court tak le kar jaa sakta hoon. Par kya karunga court le jaa kar sab ko. Meher aur mere rishta ka dusri baar majaak bnane ke liye... Ishaan ki custody lena ka matlab hoga usko meher se door karna. Woh nahi kar sakta main... Ishaan aur meher ko alag nahi kar sakta. Meher zindagi hai ishaan ki. Uski maa hai. Aur main... Main sirf uska biological father hoon aur ishaan ke liye murga... A guy he dislikes. Bas... Aur koi pehchaan nahi hai meri aur na hi importance. Ishaan ki khushi meher mein hai aur meri khushi ishaan ki khushi mein... Par yeh baat kar kisi ko samjha nahi sakta main. Spoecially kuber malhotra ko... I know him... He wants ishaan now, given ishaan is our only heir... He will not sit quietly and will try to snatch away ishaan. Par yeh mera bacha hai jiski baat ho rahi hai... Koi cheez nahi hai... Uske upar iss sabka koi asar nahi padhne dunga main... Ishaan meher ke saath hi rahega aur iske liye mujhe ishaan par apne har kanooni haq ko give up karna hi hoga... Meher has ishaan's sole custody and that too with my consent. Mummy ji bas... Bas ek kaam kar dengi mera... Har mahine... Ek photo... Sirf ek photo bhej dijeyga ishaan ki... Main jee lunga..."
Meher disconnected the call and smashed the phone on the floor.
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