25th December : SS :) [COMPLETED] - Page 3

Blood. . . On my hands . . . Her Blood . . .

You wanted this Asad, Didn't you? You cursed her that she really deserved this fate, Didn't you Asad? Why? For making your heart go alive again? She deserved this fate because her smiled sparked something in your heart which you had murdered ages before with your own hands? She deserved this fate because she challenged your heart of something, which you thought you never will be capable of? She really deserved this, Right The Infallible Asad?! If she really deserved this Asad Ahmed Khan, why the hell are your cheeks wet ?

His thoughts made a hell of a migraine in his head. He was more in a state of misery than anyone else. Repentance was just a short term to describe his state, he felt more than he could ever thought he ever would. He knew now he could never ever forgive himself for the deed he had done today.

Something itched in his cuffs while he dried his bloodied hands with the tissue. Pulling out he saw an earring. Her earring. Fresh memories of their first meeting at the Dargah came to his already blown up mind. It was the first time he had looked at a girl so carefully, and the only thing he had for her was Mashallah She's Afreen.

What happened in between Asad? Was it a shocker to you that your little wish came true? You met her again and again, and then finally she landed up in your house? You wished that this wish shouldn't come true, and Ho, it came out of blue. You wished that she shouldn't break your fears out. You wished that you would have control over everything this time too, like always you have. You wished that your heart didn't beat, that it didn't care, that she was nothing more than a MUSIBAT. And here you are Asad, she brought all your fears true, she broke open the flood gates of your emotions, Those emotions which you thought that you were only the Boss of. For her you can no longer have the authority over anything which you ruled before. Not even your emotions. Was this her fault? Isn't it? She really deserved the Fate which you had planned for her today then. She made you laugh, the thing which you had forgotten to do ages back, was her fault. Her stupid shayeris which made you giggle all the day was her fault. Her childish talks which always made your day was her fault? Her silly deeds which cheered you up of no reason was her fault. Your sister now has a best friend with whom she can share everything freely was her fault? Your mother who finally got someone who can make her happy no matter what, was her fault? She had made you smile again was her fault? These are not Faults Asad Ahmed Khan, these are Crimes! She really deserved that. Didn't she?

Ya Allah!! Stoppp this someone!!! I cant take this anymore!! I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say, I don't know why! I don't know . . .

He screamed inside. Flood gates finally were broken and fresh tears rained.

Najma is there. . .I wonder if she will ever forgive me. .

He looked at his Tamater. He knew she was upset, he could read her so very well. He knew she wouldn't be the first one to make an attempt to make a conversation. But he only hope that she just hugged him once. He badly needed that. Now.

"How is She now?"

Silence why do you greet me always when I seriously need an answer? It's seriously not funny Tamater when you don't reply, especially Now, my hearts is my mouth, I freaking wanna know how she is doing!!

"You have an exam tomorrow right? You can go and study. I will feed her the soup." He said trying his best to control his breaking voice.

Don't you obey Tamater, revolt and fight with me, please.

Tamater obeyed and left, without a word or a look at him.

That's disgust. I know she regrets me being her brother.

He hesitantly entered Zoya's room. Greeted him was an empty packet of her favorite chips.

Ohh you don't make a noise now. Zoya's sleeping. She shouldn't wake up. She needs hell lot of sleep and rest.

He picked the packet up and gently threw it in the bin which looked brand new. It made him feel relieved today. Next what he saw was his Ammi crying silently. His heart broke.Zoya. One glance at her. And he knew his heart won't beat a beat again.

And You said, she was FINE!!!

He could read the pain on her face. Her forehead plastered. Her hands heavily bandaged. Her face showed deep bruises. The IV drip made its way up into her elbow. Pain. . . Pain is what he had ever given her in return of her Smile. Proud of youself, are you not Asad now?

Dilshaad realized the presence of Asad in the room now, but she had no time to care for him. This time there was no forgiveness. Asad looked at his Ammi for the last time, hoping she would at least say something, but he knew she wouldn't. He knew if he stayed for a bit longer time he will scream his tears out. He left from there giving one last concern glance at Zoya. All what he thought now was She, She smiling, and laughing carking her stupid jokes, eating her pizza, and dirtying his house and laughing at him.

Why Allah why? Why she? I am the one to suffer not she. . . Make her fine, just like she was yesterday, She is innocent, Shes a Little Bichariee. I am the one who is at fault, who should be punished, not the Little Bichariie. Ya Allah I am the one who has sinned not she. Don't test her for my sins, the Forgiver. Please don't.

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