Flashback continue
The day had been like any other. The traffic, the noise, the routine—but the weight inside Shehnaaz’s chest hadn’t lightened even for a second. The sky outside was overcast, grey clouds stretching over the horizon like sorrow hanging in the air. By the time she reached home, the ache she had held inside all day came undone.
As soon as the door of hotel room closed behind her with a soft click, she slid down against it, her back resting on the cold wood. A wave of pain surged up, and before she could contain it, tears burst forth—hot, unrelenting.
She sobbed into her palms, her body convulsing with every breath. The apartment was quiet, save for her broken voice echoing through the hollow spaces.
“I only ever worried for him,” her voice rasped, raw and drenched in disbelief. “When did I ever cross a line? When did I become clingy? Cheap?” Her breath hitched again. “He said it all… just like that. As if none of it meant anything.”
The words spilled out of her as if they had been festering for years.
“I’ve loved him for so long,” she whispered, clutching her knees to her chest. “Even if I never said it. It was always there. Every look, every care, every prayer... all of it was love.”
But then her voice broke, descending into a twisted mix of pain and disgust.
“And he agreed... that he enjoyed it. That he used me for his own joy, for pleasure.” She covered her mouth, shaking her head violently. “Is that what I was to him? A time-pass? Just someone to warm his bed, remove his loneliness for a while?”
She curled further into herself, the room growing darker as the sun dipped beneath the skyline.
“Sana,” she murmured to herself, “maybe that’s why he never truly cared. He never asked, never looked back, never noticed my silence. I was the fool who believed in pretty lies.”
The walls didn’t answer her. They just held her grief in their quiet stillness.
She rocked slightly, her hand reaching instinctively to her belly. Her fingers trembled as they rested on the gentle curve of her stomach—barely a swell, but already the most precious thing she had.
“My baby,” she spoke in a breath so soft it barely made a sound, “today your mumma feels like the loneliest woman in the world.” She looked down, the tears falling silently now. “I can’t even think about dying… because I can’t take you with me. How can I even think about hurting you, meri jaan?”
Her voice dropped to a soft murmur, almost like a lullaby, as she caressed her abdomen.
“I won’t fall for his words again. I won’t let his hollow emotions fool me. I was a burden, wasn’t I? Fine. But then why did he marry me? Why ruin my life? What wrong did I ever do for God to punish me like this?”
The weight of her despair was so strong that her body eventually gave in. She didn’t even notice when her eyes closed. She fell asleep in that very position—sitting against the door, her hand still protectively resting on her stomach.
From that day, she never messaged him again.
Flashback end
The laptop screen glowed dimly, the light reflecting on her tear-streaked face. Shehnaaz blinked slowly, closing the device with gentle care, as if sealing a wound.
Her voice was a whisper, almost to herself.
“Should I try to find out if he ever searched for me...?”
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Fanfiction•°•°•★Cover by: @AmreenShaikh6 Sidharth Shukla married Shehnaaz Gill After one week of marriage, he left the city due to some important work at his office. When he came back after 6 months, he found his wife living like a corpse. From the doctor, h...
