FROM NEVER TO HAPPILY EVER!

Epilogue.

Amyra Sadaf.

I quickly place the cut pieces of apple in the plate. Then I grab the peeled off orange. I know he is not a fan of oranges, so I take the apricots along. With a filled plate, I move towards our room. I frown when I see Aman still sitting in the same position as I left him.

I keep the plate on the couch and step forward to drag him out but he released my hold, his eyes blank as he stares off into space.

"Aly, please fresh hoja. Kuch khana to padega." There is no response from him. I crouch on my knees to coax him to get up. He withdraws himself completely from me, moving away. He refused to look me in the eyes.

"Amyra, please tum mujhe chhod do." His hoarse voice shoots pain through my body.

"Tujhe kuch waqt akele bitana hai na? Theek hai. Main baad mein aajaongi." I get up from my position.

"Nai. Mujhe hamesha ke liye akela chhod do. Ammi, sahi keh rahi thi. Jo maine Saniya ke saath kiya, wo maafi ke layak nahin. Aur tumhari zindagi barbaad hojayegi mere saath. Tum Imtiyaz jaise kisi ke saath settle hona chahti thi na, wo mauka mila hai tumhe. Chali jao." His eyes were trained on the white walls as he spoke monotonously.

My heart jolted in fear, the sweat beads on my forehead were proof enough I was struggling how to handle this situation calmly.

"Dekh Aly, is waqt tu sahi halat mein nahin hai. Ham bad mein baat karenge." I stop myself from lashing out at him for suggesting something so vile.

"Nai. Main bilkul theek hun. In fact, kal function se aane ke baad main tujhe yahi kehne wala tha. Maine teri aur Pari ki baatein suni. Tu aur Imtiyaz ek perfect match honge." I roll my eyes at his words, his jaw is clenched so hard it would break due to the force and his knuckles were white as he took Imtiyaz' name.

Mere saath uska naam bhi nahin tolerate kar sakta, aur hamein jodne ki baat kar raha hai.

"Aly bakwaas band kar. Tu bhi jaanta hai ki tu aur Faizu mere bina nahin rehsakte." I retort.

That's when he looks at me with no emotion, "Galat fehmi hai teri. Ham tere bina pehle bhi the aur ab bhi rehlenge. I will have the signed divorce papers sent to you as soon as I can." As if his harsh words aren't enough, he turns his back on me facing the closet.

For a while, I stopped breathing. My brain is conjuring this scene, isn't it? Did he just say he will divorce me? Did he fucking tell me he can live without me? My breathing becomes ragged as I march to the plate of cut fruits. I take the knife from the plate, walking back to him. He still doesn't look up at me or my actions.

I hold the knife to my left wrist, with a thumping heart and maybe broken dreams as tears trickle down my eyes.

"Say that again." I manage to mumble amid the rage brewing up in my mind. I can't live without him anyway, it's better to end things right here, at least I will die as his wife, as pathetic as that sounds.

I close my eyes trying to gather the last few moments life has to offer, in his presence. I just wished I had met my son before coming up. I love you Faizu, you are the first guy who holds my heart. I will always love you. Mama loves you so much baby.

Then there is Aman Aly Haider. The man who stole my soul. Had he asked my life, I would have happily given that to him. But he demanded something that I am incapable of giving.

Par shauhar hain, unki khwaish puri karna to farz hai mera. Wo azaadi chahte hain mujhse?  De dungi.

Ek aakhari baar tumhe dekh to lene do Aly.

"Dubara kaho!" I demanded furiously this time.

"Main chahta hun ke hum dono ka ta..... Jaasss!" One moment I am moving the sharp edge on my skin and the next moment it is snatched away from my hands. I look up to see he has a horrified look on his face and there is terror in his eyes as he stared at the fallen knife.