I watched as he picked up his hand for hit me. My breath cauth in my throat. My eyes downcast as I was unable to meet his eyes. Yes, yes I was wrong from his POV, I am wrong in his eyes. My subconcious laughed at me.
- when are you not wrong for him?
She ask. And there it goes, no answers, no explanation - nothing.
I stood there now gazing at him. His hand had stopped mid-way and I wonder why?
Was it because he loves me?
Or, was it because he knew how it felt to be hit?
As I consider the situations my subconcious laughed at me yet again.
- It's not thewe former one sanam, you know it. Accept it girl, just accept it. He says he love you, yet he was never able to recognize the difference between you and seher. He never that maybe, the girl infront of him is not you. He says he love you but he never trusts you? What type of love is it? Trust is the main element for any relation... What did you got by investing so much trust in him? You need proofs to make him understand that his ammi killed your ammi-abbu, that his ammi killed the nawaab sahab, that his ammi was going to kill him but ended up killing rehan? No dearest, snap out of it. He don't care. He is just a mere puppet in his mother's hands. Ammi said this, ammi said that. This is all he could listen - EVER! He might be a good and loyal son, but you know sweetheart, he might never be a good husband to you. Pack your bags and LEAVE! Leave right now, before he crushes your self esteem to such an extent that you might never be able to look in your own eyes. Leave, before you fell in you own eyes.
I looked up at him as a tear slipped out of my eyes and only a single question lingered in my mind - Was It Ever LOVE?
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