Zaryab stood at the entrance of the graveyard, watching Mehmal collapse beside her father's grave. His heart ached with remorse as he slowly approached her. Seeing her cry so openly made him want to take her in his arms and escape from everything that had happened.
He reached out, trying to comfort her, but she recoiled, her tears streaking her face.
"Mehmal," he said softly, his voice trembling with emotion.
Mehmal looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and anger. She wiped her tears but did not want to show her vulnerability to him.
Zaryab struggled to find the right words, feeling deeply embarrassed in her presence.
As Mehmal stood up and began to walk away, Zaryab hurried after her.
" Mehmal, listen, I wanted to.."
"Mr. Qureshi, my lawyer will talk to you," she said coldly, her voice steady but strained.
Mehmal looked directly into his eyes as she spoke. To Zaryab, it felt like he was no longer speaking to the Mehmal he knew. The woman before him seemed completely changed.
Zaryab felt a deep pang of hurt, realizing that the Mehmal he knew was no longer there. "Mano," he said, extending his hand to touch her face, but she pushed him away forcefully.
"Please, listen to me," he begged, his voice breaking. "I need to explain."
Mehmal turned away from him, her face a mask of determination and hurt. "Mr. Qureshi, if you dare to touch me again or try to talk to me, I will report you to the police for harassment. You wanted me to get a divorce from you myself," she said, her voice growing colder with each word. "Fine, I'm here to take it. You'll meet me in court."
Zaryab followed her as she tried to leave. "Mehmal, please, just give me a chance to explain. I'm begging you."
"Shame on you, Mr. Qureshi, harassing me in the graveyard," Mehmal retorted, her voice filled with fury. "Leave me this instant, or I will—"
"Otherwise, what?" Zaryab asked, grabbing her arm in desperation. "Just hear me out, Jana."Mehmal struggled to free herself. In a moment of intense frustration, Mehmal slapped Zaryab across the face. The sound of the slap was sharp and echoing, a powerful expression of her anguish.
"With the divorce notice, you will also receive a restraining order," she said, her voice trembling with both anger and sadness. "Stay away from me, or I'll take further action."
She turned and walked away, leaving Zaryab in shock. He watched as she got into her car and drove off, feeling a profound sense of loss and regret.
"His Mehmal slapped him. He couldn't believe she could hate him this much."
Back at her home, Mehmal sat on her bed, trembling as she stared at the ceiling. Overwhelmed by the day's events, she grabbed her phone and called her uncle.
"As-salamu alaykum, Mamu," she said, her voice breaking.
"Wa alaykumu as-salam. Why didn't you let us know you were coming? You've made me feel like a stranger," her uncle replied, disappointment clear in his tone.
"We didn't want to disturb your wedding preparations," Mehmal explained, her voice laden with regret.
"Disturb mehmal? Now it feels like you've distanced yourselves from us," her uncle said, hurt was evident in his voice.
"Sorry, Mamu," she replied.
"Okay, but don't prepare anything for dinner; we're bringing it," he said. Mehmal didn't object. She agreed, thinking it would be better to discuss things in person at dinner.
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Mehmal
Romance"I'm taking another wife." Mehmal's heart shattere. Zaryab insisted that he still loved her and that he would treat them both equally. However, Mehmal was adamant: "I don't want this," she replied. Zaryab, holding both of her hands, insisted that h...
