FF Beintehaa Ishq [Zaya story with a twist]last chapter -pg106 - Page 75

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Long update...very dark...very emotional...it cant get darker than this ...No updates for tomorrow..three parts ...

Only 4 more chapters before I wind this story up...This was written 5 months back ...and edited as per the storyline ...As I enjoyed writing yesterdays update cause I learned a new language...I loved writing this ..as it explores an unkown emotion ..a grey shade when life pushes us to the brim...

Judge for urself if whatever happened ...was good, bad or downright ugly ...

SIM

Chapter 43

Part A

Qaid...

As the oil lamp flickered almost awaiting its final breath ...she came closer to look at him ..he had turned once and then turned his back on them again ...since the darkness of the cellar was taxing on her eyes, she realized he had not seen her ...

As Baban confidently boasted ...reaffirming his bossy attitude ...

Aree Maharaj utho...khana nahi kahoge ...pushing the steel plate with leftovers towards him ...Baban crooned ...

And the small body that was sitting on the floor showed some signs of life...Aaliya couldn't make out anything ...the oil lamp was bright only to see someone close to it and Zain was sitting quiet far ...

As he sat up ...his back towards them still ... touching the plate she saw him trying to see what the plate had ...groping in the dingy light, he picked up a small bite.

The moment his jaws started moving ...Aaliyas emotion were trickling now...he looked so lost ...and hurt ..her heart wrenched to see him as he picked up two more bites and then kept the rest of the food aside...almost pushing the plate towards Baban ...who was still admiring Bijli ...

Maharaj ...bahut aaram ho gaya ...bawlo kari se mane ...chal uth ...jewadi (rope) de ...as he pointed towards the jute rope thrown next to the plate of food...

Zain slowly got up ...and Aaliya heard a screeching noise of chains ...as she looked down with shock ...the center of cellar had a rusted iron pole ...and one end of those chains was locked on it ...the other end as Aaliya looked painfully hugged a bare sore ankel...padlocked with a steel lock...they had chained his legs ...a thick rusty one ...

She just pinched herself ...and put a hand over her mouth to shuffle the scream ...how could they ...how dare they ...she couldn't bare the site ...her heart wrenched to see him like this.

His every movement broke the silence of the black cellar...those rustling iron clad voices of his imprisoned legs had started haunting her, mocking her helplessness...

As he slowly picked the rope and kept it in one hand ...as Baban ...went inside closer to him now...the pain of seeing him captivated ..ripped Aaliya ...her eyes ...never left those chains ...the wound still sore where the rusted iron had nibbled on his once soft skin ...Her hand held over her mouth to control her shriek ...the twitching heart ...gasping for breath now

As he still starred towards the moss covered grey walls ...blankly ...put his hands on his back ...she saw he was still wearing the pathani kurta ...the dark green one that she had last seen him in ...albeit with almost no cloth at the back...it was torn at several places ...and all she could see were red marks of beatings...her heart was sinking every moment ...it was the most crude site ...she just wanted to wake herself up from this nightmare ...

As Baban grasped the jute rope and tied his hands ...Aaliya moved her hands on the gun ...she had to end his ordeal...she couldn't bare to see him ...as Babans every twist and twirl around his wrist ...tweaked her heartbeats ...the tears and her silent moans were gradually about to become audible...

it was in a fraction of second that she closed her eyes ...she would have to wait till she gets the signal ...not react ...or all his accomplice would rush down and kill them ...

She stepped back ...her nails now digging in her wrist ...to feel his pain ...

He laughed surprising Aaliya ....Yeh haath bandne se kya hoga ...agar khule rakhoge toh bhi nahi marunga tumhe ...darpok ho tum ...atankwadi kaise ban gaye ...his sense of humor was still intact even in this darkness.

As Baban stopped ...haa bat toh sahi keh raha hai...mai darta thodi na hu tarese ...chal bach gaya nayi bandta aaj ...as he pushed his wrist aside ...that Zain examined ...again ...

Aaliya was shocked...he talked to them so casually ...was he even realizing what they were doing to him ...

as Zain continued talking still his back towards them ...Kyu aaj kya hai, roz toh khana khilane se pehli hi shuru ho jaate ho..aaj kya meethe ke liye bachake rakh rahe ho...his slow but sturdy voice mocked at Baban ...

Baut pitar pitar kar raha hai ...kal raat ki bhool gaya kya ...aur haa maarte hai ...kyunki toh bakta nahi

...aur waise bhi Rishi bhayo(brother) ki maut bhi toh tere vajah se hui thi...baiji ka chota bhayo tha ...tujhe kya laga usse markar hum tujhe chod denge ...

Toh roka kisna hai ...badla nahi loge ...Aaliya looked down ...the ground moving beneath her feet ...his voice sounded cold...as though he had died ...

Badla...toh baiji ne le liya ...yaad hai ...tujhe jaan se nahi maara yeh sukhra mana ...aur who bhi sirf us phone ki khatir ...

itni maar khan eke baad bhi tu phir se roz khada rehta hai ...chal who korda(belt) apne paav se peeche ucchal ...as Zain silently obeyed and pushed back the belt ...a zapped Aaliya ...unable to understand what was happening, she was losing her hold now ...

Aur aaj bol, khane mai kya khayega ...dus laat ya us korde se bees ... ...Baban spoke boisterously...gazing back at Aaliya, proving his manhood

Zains voice echoed the empty room...roz kya ginkar maarta hai joh aaj pooch raha hai ...kitni baar keh chukaa hu ...nahi bataunga ...jitni taqat lagana hai laga lo.....he almost smirked ...

Aaliya felt her blood boiling in her veins ... Why was he so stuborn ...he knew ...yet he had concealed it from them ... why was he doing this...unable to bear his injured back and the biting chains she looked down ...

Baban was picking up a thick leather belt ...that was lying on the floor...Aaliyas heart was sinking every second ...Ya Allah mai kya karu ...her soul was reciting every dua that she had ever learnt...she coudnt bare if he would be hit ...she would hit back at Baban ...as her grip on the gun intensified ...almost pulling it out ...

But she stopped to see Zain moving now... as though he was used to this routine...still not facing Baban ...

his limp and his walk dead slow and painful just like the rustling noise of those chains that were binding his leg...which appeared to drag him, as he slowly walked towards the wall ..and holding both his hands, palms now touching the cold wall ...those stones suddenly looked alive to Aaliya ... as he mocked again ...

Tum bhi karlo apni hasrat puri...phir raat koh tumhare baiji toh aayenge hi ...peekar ...meri bachi kuchi khaal udhed ne ...the words that nailed Aaliya ...the voice that intrigued her now ..this was not the Zain she had left behind ...he sounded like a changed man ... a cold and dead person who had no emotions left ...

Part B

Peshmani (Repentance)...

Aree kyu maar kha rahe ho ...seedhe seedhe bata do ...humein bhi toh jaana hai ...par hai toh tu bahut hi gelaya(mad) ...

mar jaaoge par muh nahi khologe ...Zidd hai junon hai ya pagalpan kahu isse...aakhir kis baat ki saza de rahe ho apne aap koh ...

Aaliya tensed when she heard his voice again ... a bit mellowed now

Ki thee ek galti ...gunaah hi keh lo ...kisi naddan ke saath ...Allah se poore ek saal tak roz maafi mangi ...tab kahi jaakar mili woh ...he had closed his eyes and was reminiscing Aaliyas face ...

Aaliya closed her eyes ...trembling hands covering her mouth now ...as Rheas memories surfaced her heart ...

Ussi baat ka harzana de rah ahu ...pehle who maangti thi ...ab khudse bhar raha hu...

As he laughed ...bahut galat aadmi hu mai ...aur shayd tabhi mere saath bhi sab galat hi hua ...ek bhool ...nahi bharosa kiya ...aur aaj dekho ...kis dehleez par aakar ruka hu ...

Tu woh chori ki baat kar raha hai ke ....Baban asked with curiosity ...as Aaliya put her head down ...the mind spinning now...

Bahut talash kiya usse...poor ek saal...dard mai tha ...par zinda tha ...akhirkar who mil hi gayi ...

Mili bhi toh khoyi si....he spoke with all the pain ...na pehchana na koi gila kiya nahi shikva...bas anjaan si ...bekhabar si...usse toh mai kaun hu yeh nhi pata nah tha ...Allah koh bahut shikayat kit hi uss shaam...

aur phir Bahut kosa khudko ...jab uske dad ne uske accident ke bare mai bataya ...unki nafrat sabse pehle mili ...bahut sunaya unhone...

who hai aise ki kisiko bhi pyaar ho jaaye usse...ehssan unka ...meri jaan koh apni jaan se bhi jyada sambhalkar rakha...isliye unhe kabhi kuch nahi kaha maine...unki har ek dukharti nazar koh bhi saha ...

As Aaliya ...remembered ...the strong ..word Gabbar ...he had become chachu much later...but before that Zain must have suffered a lot with Rehmaan ...

As Baban moved ahead...still moving the belt from one hand to another ...bola age bol ...as he still stared at Aaliya ...

Par ...usko ghar par rakhne ke keemat bahut mehngi padi ...maine apne mom koh kho diya...pata hai jab ek bete koh apni maa aur biwi ke beech mai faisla karna padta hai ...toh uspar kya beeti hai ....he asked baban

Mujhe kya pata, mari toh koi lugai(wife) hai hi nahi ...Baban boasted with pride and looked at Aaliya ...she moved further in the dark ...

Mujhe pata hai ..bhari hai maine ...maine usse chunna ...bilkul akele tha ...phirse koshish ki ek naya rishta banane ki ...

har rishte se sirf nafrat hi mile uske behan..ho ya uske maa baap ..sabne baari baari mujhe aajmya ...par un sabse jeet gaya ...haara toh apne Mom se ...

As Aaliya heard what Rhea had never heard ...all her relationships had bound him long back ..even when she was unaware that so many people were tormenting his soul....so many had already punished him from her side ...making her look down with disgust ..his hurt was beyond bearable limits now...

Sabse jyada dard apne hi ghar mai mila ...mom ne toh mujhse poore 3 mahine baat bhi nahi ki ... waise unki galti kaha thi...who kya karti jab bete ne hi saath chod diya ...

Ek ghar par rehta toh tha ...par ek ajnabee bankar...naa khane ke table par baith sakta tha ...na unki taraf nazar uthakar dek saktha tha ...as Rhea ...within her started biting her lips ...she never knew about what all he had borne just to keep her in Barkat Villa ...

Shaqal dekhne koh tarsta toh roz raat unke darvaze ke bahar se taakta ... 3 mahine ...mom ne meri surat bhi nahi dekhi, mujhe toh Mom kehne ki bhi pabandi thi, ...his voice stammered with the loneliness...a stronger one then his current situation ...

Ek baar toh kamre mai bandh kar liya tha khudko ...do din lage ...par mom ne darvaza kholne ke baad bhi mujhe dekhe bhi nahi ...her heart wrenched ...he had never been on a business trip...the whole time he was locked away somewhere ...what all he had done to overcome hatred for her ...her pain had started eating her heart now...

Aaliyas heart was drizzling with his words...he had sacrificed his most beloved relationship for her ...

She never had imagined how much he was hurt ...his silence ...she remembered the lone person sitting away on that beach ...alone and away from his moms birthday ...a reason she though was just a fight ...how cruel of her...she had failed to see his love...failed to see how every relationship he had ever held close to himself had been forcibly taken away from him ...

Toh lugai koh chod deta ...Babans crude voice looked happy ...unable to gauze the depth ...

Wohi toh gunaah kiya tha ...jiski bharpai aaj bhi kar raha hoon ...his heavy voice rested the tone ...

Rhea ...bahut pyaar karti thi mujhse...aur ghussa he laughed ...uski who penalty ...baap re baap ...shararath se bhari ...

uski aghosh mai sab kuch bhool gaya tha mai...bahut roka ...par ...tooth gaya mera sabar ...akhir le hi liye usse bahon mai ...socha shayad khuda mujhe doosra mauka de raha hai...

Bahut mushkil se mili uski Dad ki razamandi...as he laughed at the memories ...Ek poori raat usse bahar se taakta raha, behosh thi who khaffa thi mujhse.

As Aaliya remembered their night in Goa ...when he had saved her from drowning ...the tears trickling non-stop now ..

...tab kahi uske dad mane ......aur mom se toh badi jung jeetkar usse unke pyaar dilaya maine ...

Jab uski yadast wapas aayi toh laga ...shayad ab mujhe sukoon milega ...par who bhi pal chin ki tarah hi aaya ...woh phir se chodkar gayi ...pagal ho gaya ...he laughed

As Aaliya realized ...he actually meant what he said ...he had lost his sanity for a while ...the images of the asylum again drenched and colored her eyes with pain

Toh tune kya kiya ...Babans voice was sounding uneasy and Aaliya could see the drooping posture ...

Kya Kiya ...Pyaar Kiya ...Phir se chala gaya uske paas ...maafi maagne...

Maafi mili ...Baban inquired ...

Ha ha ha ...Zain laughed ....aree tu Janata nahi usse ...mamu ki bhanji ...bahut ziddi hai ...

Apni self-repect ke khatir mere pyaar ki kurbaani zaroor deti, aur uspar uska who dimaag joh mujhe har pal satata tha,

sirf nafrat bacchi thi mere liye ab ...par maine bhi haar nahi mani ...uski bimari ka ilaaz karne nikla tha na,as she smiled recollecting his determination to fight her illness ...to take her back home

ek bara toh poore dus ghante apne ghutno par tha ...poore waqt yehi soch raha tha ...kya karu ki uske dil ki nafrat mita saku ... aur ek baar poori raat uske kamre ke bahar thand mai intezaar karta raha

Aayi nahi woh...his sad voice pricked her at several places now ...

Pata hai Rhea...humesha poochti thi mujhse ki couch par kyu sote ho ...

nahi bata paaya ki uske bagair bistar bhi chupta tha...shayad khud koh gunhegaar ki traah dekhne ki ek gandi si aadat pad gayi hai mujhe ...the words bore a hole on her heart...her constant hatred had left a mark on his mind and heart

Bahut kuch saha tha ussne ..aur apna ghussa mujh par hi utaara, accha lagta tha ...uska dard koh apnane mai ...

bahut pyaar karta hu usse ...har roz ek naya ..challenge ...pata hai ... ...uski khamoshi ...mujhse dooriyan ...mujhse nafrat ...shayad yehi meri sazaa thi...

Akela har raat dekhta tha ki shayad aaj raat who aayegi ...har baar khana khaata toh sochta shayad ab khilayegi apne haton se ...par who nahi aayi...mai haar gaya ...

Aaliyas tears had drenched her ghoongat ...he had suffered a lot ... And that too alone ..his lonely battle for his love ...and it was all against her ...she was the tormentor

She saw Baban slowly sitting down feeling squeashy...holding his head ... for the sedatives from the food to kick in will take atleast 30-45 mins...and it was almost half hour now...she kicked him hard on his back, as Baban who was heavily sedated, fell on the ground ..almost in silence...

Zain never realized that the only standing figure in that room was his Aaliya... Till a gun came on her forehead and a hand covered her mouth as she was wishked away

...Aaliya walked quietly ...as the person took her to a secluded corner of the basement ...pushing her towards the wall as Aaliya grabbed her ghoongat ...pulling it up ...

The face ...of her tall captor now visible in the gist of the moonlight ... as he hissed to her

Mane toh tare par tabhi shakh ho gaya tha jab tu isske bare mai poochtacch kar rahi thi...

Ganga koh pata hi na tha ..ki yeh humare paas koi qaid hai ...toh uske beti koh kaise maloom chala...as his still drowsy eyes ...spoke...

mare saare saathi ...behosh ho gaye ..badi mushkil se apne aap ko jaga kar rakha hai ...tujhe chodunga nahi ...as he walked angrily towards her ...Aaliya looked up with hatred ...

He came to hold her arms ...she lifted her legs to kick his groin...an unexpected blow as he crumbled on the ground...yeh mujhe haath lagan eke liye, teri havas bhari nigaah ke liye ...

the next kick came on his ribs as she overpowered him easily and twisted his hands ...yeh mere Zain koh chune ke liye ....tumne usse mara ...yehi haat the na ...as she almost bite his hand

She kept on hitting on his back...the illness now actually flaring the right target ..the violence peaking ...as he struggled to still stand up ...

Himmat kaise hui ...usse maarne ki ...as she stamped his hand hard ...yehi haath se choth pahuchayi na usse...ab dekh tera kya haal karti hu ...as the blows increased he lost his consciousness as Aaliya pulled the gun out ...

Maar daalungi ...agar uske paas nazar bhi aaya to, akela aur kamzor mat samjhana usse, mera pyaar hai uske saath...agar police ka havale na karna hota ...toh abi maar dalti tujhe...as she spit on him and slammed his face on the ground ...and walked towards the cellar again ...

The ghoongat laid on the ground...as she rushed to free her love ...she wanted to hug him and caress him ..heal him ...as her watch ticked with the alarm ...suggesting the police were on their way

Continued...

Part C

Qabool hai...

Her legs slowed down as she came closer to where Baban had fallen down ...as Zain was silently standing...

He was still talking alone and laughed again ...lagta hai meri story bahut dilchasp lagi tujhe...teri toh bolti hi band hai ...as she heard him summing up his experience in jaipur...

Wajood toda mera ...waha jana chahti thi ...jaha mai khud jeete ji mar gaya tha ...isliye usse door bheja...

mai shayad ...bahut door chala gaya hu ...ab toh khud se ghin aati hai mujhe ...dard ki talash mai hoon...jaata toh bhi kaha jaata ...phirse us jagah ...jaha mom mar jaati ...raasta nahi tha ...

socha bhaag jaunga ...kahi door ...as he stopped...aur tab khuda ne meri mulakat tumse karayi...

Shayad maine apni maafi theek se maangi hi nahi thi ...Woh toh mujhe kabhi chot nahi de sakti thi ...uski himmat hu mai ...jaanta hu...Khuda shayad meri Aazmayish le rahe hai

Rehmaan Chachu ne kaha tha ...Allah ke kareeb...Tallaqkh gunahe-azeem hai ...joh mujhse hua tha...

Adhoora ...as he stopped with a heavy breath ...sazaa bhi adhoori chooth gayi meri...mera gunaah shayad kisi mafi ke layak hi nahi hai ...isliye toh usne sab koh maaf kar diya ...sivya mere ...

Wahi poora karna toh rooka hua yaha ...tum log joh bhi zakham de rahe ho ...ye shayad woh Allah mujhe de raha hai ...unke sabse haseen ladli ke dil koh dukhane ki liye ...tabhi toh meri aah tumne kabhi nahi suni ...aur shayad na hi sunoge ...

tumhe joh chaiye who kabhi nahi doonga ...jitna pyaar usse karta hu ...utna hi apne watan se ...

Jaanta hu shayad chup rehna aur galat baat shena bhi gunaah hai ...waise hi jaise usne kiya ...maine 3 mahine mai kaie jyadati ki uspar ...ab meri baari hai bhugatne ki...Allaha ka har insaaf sar ankho par ...

Kya hua ...aaj sirf baat sunoge...itna bore kiya phir bhi avaaj nahi hai tumhari ..kahi soye toh nahi... as Aaliya moved from the shadows...and Zain heard a soft footstep ...he continued his talk

Apni belt nahi chaloge, maro na ...itna maro ki uska chehra bhool jao ...doori bhula du .......his voice was driving Aaliya insane...he was asking for these blows and that too from this sick minded people...asking them to hit him ...had the darkness engulfed his soul so much that he wanted to hurt himself

she looked on the floor as Baban was lying on the ground in a deep slumber...

Toh kya chaiye tumhe ...her voice broke the coldness in the room...

Aaliya...his dry voice spoke with excitement that slowly turned to shock and fear...what was she doing here ...why she endangered her life ...

For a minute he thought he was hallucinating

As she spoke again ...Bolo Zain kya chaiye tumhe ...

The thoughts gripped him...they would harm her ...he was about to turn back ...his shock was baffling his gait ...how did she reach here, he was happy, sad and scared at the same time...

Ruk Jao ...Moodna mat ...her steely voice pleaded

Zains hand on the wall searched for a hold...he couldn't bear the thought that she might have heard his plight ...his fears ...and his reasons ...he looked down miserably, unable to keep his head high, the urge to turn and see her had bitten him ...

He didn't want her to see him like this ...he didn't want to show his vulnerability to her ...it would affect her ...hurt her ...

Tumhe kya lagta hai ...yaha aise qaid mei rehne se tumhara gunaah kam hoga, joh chot mujhe tumne di hai uska dard ghat jaayega, she accused him ....yaha aise katoge apni zindagi ...bolo zain

Shayad ...his voice trailed off... fixing his bitterness for himself...

Jhoot bolkar mujhe yaha se bheja tumne, aur khud yaha is tehkhane mai qaid ho gaye ...kyu Zain ..Kyu

yehi jagah hai meri ...kyu aayi ho tum yaha ..itni muskhil se bheja tha tumhe ghar ...agar kuch ho jayega tumhe toh ...his anger boiled up...not truly realizing how hurtful it was for Aaliya to see him like this

Aaliya was fuming in anger, how dare he think that repenting this way would make things ok ...was he out of his mind to endure all this beatings just so that his sin will be forgiven.

Hasn't he said sorry enough ...how dare he make a mockery of the body that Allah has given him , his precious life and how badly he has hurt his mom and her ...

Her illness had eaten over his life and hers ...she was disgusted to see what her hatred and continued pushing had done to him ...Zain ..kya ho gaya hai tumhe ...ladna chodkar tum yeh kya maang rahe ho in darindo se ...

Tum nahi de sakti ...joh yeh de sakta hai ...isliye hu yaha ...nahi bhagunga ...the hatred for himself pouring out ...

A shocked and crying Aaliya felt helpless ..he had engulfed on the path of self destruction ...her constant bitterness had coaxed him towards self-punishment ...her anger peaked seeing his stubborn attitude infact this time his misdeeds were more grave then he had ever committed ...something that needed to be corrected right away...

Bahut Shaukh haina tumhe saza bhugat ne ka ...agar gunah mujhse kiya hai ...toh tumhe maarne ka haq bhi sirf meri hai na ...her voice yelled with a echo ...

doosre se maar khane ka shaukh chada hai tumhe ...agar itni hi lat lagi thi ...khud koh chot phauchane ki ..toh mujhe bol dete ...mera toh dimaag waise hi kharab hai na ...agar mai karti toh tum toh who bhi khushi khusi maan lete ...kyu Zain hai na

Haa...his determined and self-destructive voice was breaking her sanity ....yehi chahta hu ...

Tum chahte ho ki mai tumhe apne haton se chot pahuchau ...kyu Zain ...as she saw her love crippled in front of his faded self ..her shock now falling beyond words now

Aapne haton se do ..ya mai inse maar kahu ...mujhe bas dard chaiye ...itna ki mai khudkoh khada bhi nahi rakhna chahta ...dhas gay ahu mai ...nahi uthna chahta ...

His words ...sunk her deeper and deeper in the quick sand of guilt and remorse ...what had she pushed him into...a dark hole from which she didn't see him turning back...he had slipped away from her ...but she was determined to get him back...to her world ...

Tumne ek baar maara tha ..toh uske baad tumhara pyaar dikha mujhe ...shayad yehi tarikha baccha hai ...

ab ki baar itna maro...ki saari nafrat khatam ho jaaye...ghutan mai jee raha hu ...mar bhi nahi sakta ...yeh bhi tumne hi sikhaya hai...har roz bas khuda se dard ki bheek mangta hu ...maro Aaliya ...

Zain Abdullaha had changed for the worst, Aaliyas constant bitterness had eaten his soul. He had suffered long enough, Rehmaans hatred, his Moms silence and to top it with Aaliyas indifference.

She behaved as though his existence was her punishment. The more she had pushed him , the more he was engulfed in this desire...but he was too week to hurt himself...and when things went wrong after the hostage situation...with every passing day...he had accepted his fate.

It was his way of redemption to all his misdeeds, even though they were committed with a complete ignorance of truth.

Theek hai...bolo kitne maru ...das, bees ya... She was crying he could make out

Maar lo...Jitni tumhari nafrat hai ...jitni haaton mai taqat hai ...his head dropped once again...

Sab manzoor hai...har gunaah aaj qabool hai ...

Aaliyas face fell-off those words that she had always cherished in her memories after her two marriages, were haunting her ...pinching her restless mind eating her flesh

Manzoor hai ...Zain ...sab manzoor hai tumhe, her voice begged him to return ...

Haa ...maro Aaliya ...jab tak tumhara dard,ghussa naftrat na mite ...tab tak mat rukna ...bandhahu ...kahi nahi jaunga ...uff tak nahi karunga ...

meri yehi sazza hai ...mere har gunaah ki ...bahut dukh diya hai maine tumhe ...bahut dard ..

sach kaha tha ...heena khaalla ne ...mujh jaisa vahiyad insaan isse tehkhane ke layak hai ...meri nafrat ...haavi ho gayi mujhpar ...maaro aaliya ...

maaro mujhe ...nahi dekhna chahta tumhara chehra ...sirf nafrat dikhti hai usme mujhe...woh ankhen nochte hai mujhe ...maro mujhe ...shayad mera dard kam ho jaaye ...maaro ...mai isike layak hu ...

Sahi kaha tumhne...aisi gunaah ki koi maafi nahi ...wahi khade raho ...her stern reply, made him realize her anger ...her brain her illness was talking again

Zain heard Aaliya picking up the belt ...he slowly closed his eyes to take the blow ...a pain he had felt when she had hit him with a scale ...this pain was of a much higher magnitude.

His eyes shut waited for the verdict ...till he heard a loud painful whiplash ...but nothing touched his skin ...the belt had stricken someone...and in a moment Zain realized what was Aaliya upto

He turned his face towards her...as shock was setting in his eyes...

As his eyes saw her disguise ...as she stood there ...starring at him ...crying ...for a minute he was disgusted with what he had heard, the first strike was on her own back...

she had hit herself...the belt whacked her bare skin below the waist ...with painful red shadow leaving a track above the lehnga that Zain could see...he was devastated...

Zain moved to stop her...Ruk Jao ...yehi chahte ho na tum ...ki mai tumhe sazaa du....her voice recovering from the fatal blow was holding her own battle with Zain ...

Nahi ...he moved again fast pleading her... pulling his chained legs as fast as he could...

Maine kaha ruk jaoo...Kyu ab tumhe dard nahi ho raha hai ...

Jab tumhe chot lagti hai toh dard mujhe hota hai ...sazaa mujhe milti hai ... Aaliya was screaming ...

Toh jab mujhe chot lagegi toh dard bhi tumhara aur sazaa bhi ...saying that she swayed her belt again right in front of his eyes ...before Zain could rush, it had hit her again ...the red welts were the most painful thing that hurt Zains heart and eyes ...he was speechless and broken ...

As he went down on his knees ...Ruk jao Aaliya ...mai mar jaunga ...

Meri bimari ne yeh kiya hai ...hai na ...maine toda hai tumhe ...itne andhere mai jhok diya ki tum yaha tak gir gaye .....

as he looked up crying ...Khuda ke vaaste ruk jao...

Tum ruke the ...nahi na ..yehi khush khabari dene aay thi ...ki tum jeet gaye ...meri bimari meri nafrat haar gayi...tumhare pyaar kea age ...par nahi pata tha ...mera pyaar is kadar haar jayega ...as she raised her hand again to hit herself ...he went and caught her hand ...and took her in his arms...

Stop it ...please ...he pleaded....reham karo mujh par ...

Kyu Zain...itni nafrat khud se kyu...ek meri maafi ke liye tum is had tak jaa sakte ho...ek baar bhi nahi socha ki tumhari ek kharoch par mai sau baar marti hu ...aur aaj dekho kya haal bana rakha hai aapna...she cried toughing his wounds of his back...

Aaliya...vada karta hu phir kabhi itna nahi tootunga ...par khuda ke vaste mujhe itni badi sazaa mat do...nahi seh sakta inhe...he touched her waist to soothe the marks ...yeh kya kiya tumne ...as he tried hugging her ...

In a second, he pushed her away ..as the bullet pierced his legs ...and Aaliya fell on the ground, still in a shock to realize the sedated captor standing weakly at the door with a gun pointed towards her ...

in a fraction of second, she pulled out her gun and shot ...point blank ...as the tall leader ...fell on the ground ...dead...

She rushed to pick up Zain and cried ...their pain and voice were lost in each others soul... Aaliyas way was the only healing way that Zains soul could understand...he hugged her tight and his grip slowly faded away in a bout of senseless peace...Her sobs were overshadowed in the police sirens ... and an unconscious Zain in her arms...

Pre-cap: Will Zain heal his pains and go ahead with her ...wait and watch ...or her way of healing him ...has further pushed him away ...

Originally posted by: sweetuiq

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