His Delicate Queen

##//hurt-2//##

" shehnaaz" he called out softly, carssing her head. Shehnaaz sighed in contentment feeling his hands in her hair.

"Huh... Kuch chahiye..." She asked weakly, pushing the quilt down further.
He nodded in No and carssed her face softly. His anger vanished the moment he saw her so weak and worked up. He bent down kissing her forehead as she"Shehnaaz snuggled more into quilt. She was sweating yet she was shivering. He rubbed her arms up and down.

"Kya hua??? Tabiyat kaise kharab hui??" He asked wipping off her sweat with his handkerchief.

"Pata nahi....sar dukh rha tha... Chakkar aarhi thi, pata nhi kuch horrha tha... To Rashid bhai ko call kiya." She said with her eyes still closed. She was so exhausted.

"Doctor kya bola...." He asked picking her head up and placing it in his lap. She felt like crying. He was so close to her but not hers. The care was overbearing. It felt like the way he held her was strangling her soul. He loved her but he wasn't his. He was a part of someone else's family. He would be father to noor's kid. She had no role in his life. Other than his legally wedded wife.

"Nothing, glucose level kam hua tha.... " She said with cracking voice. They were talking normal. But the war waging in there hearts was not normal.they seemed okay but they weren't.

"Why don't you eat well..." He said exasperated.

"I am fine..." She sighed snuggling in his thighs seeking some comfort. She can't forget what he did to her but she can't deny that this was the man who made her so happy. He kept stroking her head.

"Noor... Is she okay..." She asked after a while. Her voice cracked terribly.

"Shehnaaz..." He begged. She was hurting herself. He didn't wanted her to hurt herself. He wanted her to fight like every other time but she didn't. She was seemed so tired of everything. She seemed like she was giving up??

"Bataonaa... Theek hai" she asked deliberately. She knew, she called faizal in the morning. And even he knew that she did. But she was doing it deliberately.

"Theek hai...." He replied curtly his fingers so lovingly traced and carssed her face. Pushing her hair out her face that stuck there due to sweat.

"Aapka aur noor ka baccha..." She asked again, making his heart crunch. He hissed at the way she said 'apka', it could've been 'humaara' if he won't have fucked up before marriage.

"Woh bhi...."

"You will have a family of your own now." She said again. He clenched his eyes shut slamming his head back to the headboard.

"Please don't shehnaaz..." He hissed making her shut. She just silently took her head out from his lap and kept on the pillow without saying anything. He stared at her with melancholic eyes. He wasn't able justify how much his heart broke seeing her breaking silently.

"Can I hug you...." He whispered going back to stroking her head.

"Please don't...." She whimpered making his heart clench. She was breaking inexplicably but he couldn't gather her back because he was the one because of whom she was breaking. It was being difficult with each passing second to see her in the pain. And it pained all the more when the realization would hit him that he was the reason behind all this.

"Let me baby... please...." He pleaded but she let out a painful sob. To be held by him,It felt like it was strangling her very soul. The more he was near the more she felt the pain. He didn't even let her stay back at her brothers place maybe it would've helped her but No. He just wants to hurt her, thats all.

"No....you hurt me always.... You just hold me say sweet things and make me right again and then you do something that breaks me again ... Please stay away. Its hurting too much." She cried out curling in the bed sobbing painfully. Her each cry grilled his very soul in the fire of guilt and apology.