Can She Gain Her Back????

HASEENA'S PAIN

Someone had wished for a longer part in comments section of second part.....sorry i forgot the name......but here is a bonus part for you!!! Enjoy!!
Ignore spelling and grammatical errors!!

Author's note: As many of you have been requesting for urdu conversation of haseena and ammi so i tried adding that flavour too......bold are the urdu translation of their discussion......hope you will enjoy that too

Pushpa ji was sitting in front of her, waiting for her to speak. Endless tears were now flowing from her eyes, “how can I stoop so low…..how can I went so far in my madness of proving her ideology wrong that……that I staged my death in front of her when I knew how much she loves me…..i….i…had hurted her innumerable times by my words……then….i….i apologized to her and did friendship with her……and…..and the very next moment….i…..i….forgot the first principle of friendship, to trust your friend!!.......how…..can i….i could have given her at least a benefit of doubt…..i….would have never realized the intensity of damage…..if….if you….you have not done that then….perhaps….i….i would have never……” words could no longer came out of her mouth and she started crying hysterically. Pushpa ji had scooped her in her embrace tightly, giving her the warmth and support knowing that’s the only thing needed.
“Tell me……tell me what had happened yesterday? What had you seen? Tell me each and everything in detail…..i....i want to feel her pain…..please….please….” she pleaded with folded hands. Pushpa ji nodded and started narrating her.

FLASHABACK STARTS

After Master ji’s arrest, by the time Haseena reached home with her limping leg on the support of that thick stick, the news had already spread all over the city and everywhere just one name was echoing- Haseena Malik. Through her journey from godown, a very worried Pushpa ji was following her; she called her to register her presence but it went unheard as Haseena settled in car and drove away, in auto-rickshaw she followed her and once again called her as her rickshaw get closer to her car but she was in another world, parking her jeep outside her home, she got down and started walking in side walking on her injured foot as if she forgot that she had been injured and that too without registering Pushpa ji’s calls.
As she saw her walking inside, oblivious of the world around her, her worn out face paler than ever with her shoulders tilted down as if she lost her life, a sudden panic rushed through her body and she ran behind her, “Haseena!!”
Ammi, who was happily watching the news of her daughter’s success sitting in lounge, registered her presence when she heard her climbing up the stairs, “Haseena!!!” but that too went unregistered. Before she could understand anything she saw Pushpa ji running behind her, “Haseena, please beta, listen to me….” calling her daughter’s name in an extremely panicked stated with tear stricken face.

“Pushpa ji!! What had happened? Why you are crying? And Haseena…..why she is not listening to anyone?” Ammi asked concerned sensing the serious of the situation already. “Behen ji call the doctor first, while fighting with goons she had injured her foot,” Pushpa ji requested her. Hearing about her daughter’s injury, she get extremely worried, “What….injury….Haseena…” “Behna ji, Behan ji, it’s okay….it is not that deep….just a minor one….” She consoled her helplessly.

Few minutes later, doctor was sitting beside her bed on foot side, applying pain reliever and bandaging around her foot. Ammi and Pushpa ji was standing there only beside the doctor once looking at Haseena’s still figure who was just staring the sealing aimlessly then towards each other sharing worried glances.

As he finished bandaging her, he called her twice, “Ms Haseena?” but failed to get any response. “Haseena, beta??” Ammi tried with cracking voice “Haseena? Madam Sir?” Pushpa ji called loudly but to no avail. He then shook her through her arms, “Ms Haseena?” which brought her back with a jerk, “Hmm…?” escaped her lips as she searched the source of the shaker. With creased forehead she asked, “doctor, you here in my room, why?” “You mother had called me for your foot injury…..have you forgotten about that?” he asked trying to assess the problem and damage. “Oh…no I do remember, but I thought it was not something life threatening for you to come here…..any ways, thank you,” she responded softly with a slight smile as if nothing happened. “Amm….Ms Haseena, are you alright?” doctor asked seriously.  “Of course, my heart is still beating, brain is still functioning and capable of solving any case, I can still breathe like before….i am alright,” she responded with a slight sarcasm in her voice. “Okay then, I will take you leave,” he said and excused himself from her room.

“Doctor, what happened to my daughter?” Ammi asked as soon as they reached downstairs. “Look, she is physically alright, her foot will be fine by morning but I think she is stressed over something. Something which had broken her emotionally. Try to talk to her about it and be with her…..don’t let her ignore her body’s health I think she is more tended to do that.” Pushpa ji who was standing a step behind of them got a clear picture of what might happen to her as she heard his words and sudden wave of anger and disappointment flashed through her body. Doctor left the house and both moved towards her room to talk to her.

Noor Jahan begum had settled beside Haseena on the bed and gently stroked her hairs to bring her back from her thoughts. “Ammi…” she at once tried to sit up and asked, “Do you need something?” Ammi smiled through her tears and said, “Only an answer…..” she paused and looked at her daughter who was listening to her attentively ready to solve whatever her mother’s problem is leaving behind her pain.

“Haseena beta, today for the first time after your father’s death, I am feeling so helpless. (Haseena beta, apkay walid ki wafat kay baad say aj pehli bar hum khud ko bohat bebas mehsoos kar rahay hein),” she said and a tear rolled down her eyes.
“Ammi….you….why? i mean….? (Ammi….ap….kun? hmara  matlab….?)” she stuttered trying to ask the reason by holding her hands worriedly but couldn’t make a sentence. As they were talking, Pushpa ji was hearing everything from outside her room and smiled slightly as she realized where the conversation is going.
“if your father would have been alive then my daughter would have never felt so alone. She could have share her heart with him just like before. (Agr apkay walid hayat hotay ty hmari bachi ko itna tanha mehsoos na hota. Wo unkay sath apna dil halka kar letu jesay pehlay krti thi.)” As soon as she heard her words, she at once bowed her head in futile attempts to hide her tears.
“Baccha, I know I might not understand you fully, I might be a weak heart but I am your mother Haseena. My motherhood gives me enough mind and strength that I could ease your pain a little by sharing it with you…….please Baccha, let yourself lose, I promise I will embrace you with my motherly affection. (Bacha, hum jantay hein hum shayad apki baat poori trha na smajh sakein, hum shayad kamzor dil kay hein lekin hum apki ammi hay Haseena. Hmari mamta nay hmein itni aqal or mazbooti di hay kay hum apki takleef ko bant kar thora sa kum kar saktay hein…….bacha, apnay ap ko beh Janay dijiay, hum wada krtay hein hum apni mamta ki chadar mein apko smet lein gay).” That’ it a mother’s words entered effortlessly in daughter’s heart and next moment Haseena had given her head in her mother’s lap and started crying hysterically.