𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙐𝙇 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀

Chapter 23

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Fahad P.O.V

"I was helpless. And I guess you are better off without me," she said as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She was stabbing a knife in my heart with the help of her words. She went way closing the door with a thud.

My breathing becomes ragged as my heart couldn't take it anymore. I broke the vase in the wall as frustration overwhelmed me. I closed my eyes as I felt stinging pain erupt in my hands. Blood was dripping from my hand but I don't care.

Why she can't understand me? I have gone through several shits to keep myself sane but it's all happening again. I pinch the bridge of my nose to calm down my nerves. But it was out of control.

My hands went to the nearest antique flower vase. I took it and smash it on the wall. It gave me a certain type of satisfaction I was craving.

Why she can't understand that I can't live without her?

Why does she want to be away from me?

Why I still love her?

I run my hand through my hair in a frustrated way.

My breathing becomes heavy as I felt numbness in my body. I know what's coming next.

I opened the drawer and took out the orange pills. I gulped it down with the help of water.

I have anxiety attacks. It was very severe two years ago. After she left me, I was not in my right state of mind. I used to lose control of my anger. I was suffering from an anxiety attack. It was very high at that time. But it's mild now. I didn't have to take pills regularly but I have to keep it with myself for safety. In the last two years, many things have happened that no one had the idea of.

I was feeling a little calm after taking the pills. I went to the washroom and took a shower. My muscles relaxed under the warm water. My jaw ticked as I realized how much my life is messed up.

After taking the shower, I change into my shirt and sweatpants. I run my hand through my wet hair.

I heard my phone ringing and I attended the call. It was Faraz.

"When are you coming from Manchester?" He asked the very first question.

"I am not in Manchester. I am in London," I told him as the smirk played on my lips.

"What the- You told me that you are in Manchester. What are you doing in London?" He asked me.

"Well, I can't come back without taking my wife with me," I said as the smile played across my lips.

There was a silence on the other side of the phone.

"Fahad. How can you? I mean don't you hate her?" He asked me.

"We can never hate the one we love," I said in a sincere tone.

"But she hates me," He muttered in a low voice but I heard him.

I heard him clearing his throat.

" Well, I can come there and we can discuss it," He told me.

"There's nothing to be discussed. I am coming back with my wife," I said in a cold tone.

"Do you even ask her if she wanted to come back? You have hurt her a lot and you expect her to be back with you," He said with frustration dripping from his tone.

"It doesn't seem like I have hurt her. She is the one who betrayed me," I said with anger laced in my tone.

"Why can't you just understand her? She didn't betray you. Zafar played games with you both. I always told you that he didn't have good intentions," He said raising his voice.