Azaan

Chapter Twenty-Seven.

Telling Azaan's Parents What Happened.

One Week Later.

Saira's Pov.

It is time for me to tell both of our parents what is happening between Azaan and me. I gathered my things as I had already made arrangements to go live in a different city for a while until I get my stuff settled.

The only thing that's on my mind is how will I tell our family that Azaan and I are getting divorced and I am expecting his baby.

I then paid for the hotel room and signed out. I took a taxi straight to his parent's house first because I would go to my parent's house to say goodbye and to let them know everything before I leave.

I got out of the taxi and knocked on the door hoping and praying that he won't be home.

Khala Farwa opened the door making me smile but as soon as she saw that I had my suitcases with me her smile faltered.

"Come in, habibty", she tells me letting me inside the house.

"Are Uncle Aayan and Aunt Hayat in, Khala Farwa?", I asked her hoping she would say yes.

"Yes, my dear. They are here, in the living room. You can go in", she leads me to the living room where all of them were sitting down discussing something.

"Asalam Aleikum", I greeted them.

They all look up to see me. Aunt Hayat quickly came to my side and hugged me.

"Waleikum salaam, my dear. How are you doing? And where is Azaan?", Aunt Hayat asks me while looking at my suitcases.

"Umm...Mamma..."

"We are getting a divorce....."

I turned to see who it was that said those words. To my surprise, it was Azaan who was standing there with anger in his eyes.

The anger in his eyes was directed toward me. He began walking towards Mamma and me while looking at me.

"What are you doing here?".

"Azaan, what is wrong with you? She is your wife...."

"No, mamma. She isn't my wife but someone else's lover..."

Everyone who was there looked at me waiting for me to talk but I couldn't even speak because I didn't know what to tell them.

"I just came to let you all know that what Azaan and I had is over because he is divorcing me. I am leaving for good", I tell them. Then I turned to face Mamma and said; "Thank you for what you did to me. I really appreciate it. Bye. Maybe we will meet or not".

I took my suitcases and turned to leave without looking behind me and walked out of the house and out of their lives for good.

At least I have you in my life, my precious. And you will be all I need from now.

Azaan's Pov.

The moment I saw her, the anger I felt for her came back stronger. I could see tears in her eyes but I knew they were fake tears.

I watched her leave, I could see Mamma's face she was hoping that I would stop her from leaving but I couldn't, especially when she betrayed me.

"Azaan whats all this? Why did you stop her?", Mamma yelled at me making Dad cone to her side and asking her to calm down.

"She explained everything, mamma. What we had its over. She betrayed me with her lover Fahd. The same Fahd who ruined my friendship and betrayed me. I had received some pictures yesterday of the two of them. They were taken yesterday and sent to me...."

"But Azaan, she was with me the entire day yesterday. We were at the hospital doing some tests that we both needed", Iman tells me shocking me.

"I don't think so, Iman. If you have seen the pictures you would say otherwise...."

"Azaan, stop all of this and go and get her back, now", mamma started yelling at me but I know exactly what I saw.

The image of them betraying me can never leave my mind and my eyes.

"I am sorry, mamma but I can't do that. I will send her the divorce papers by tomorrow...."

"But she is having your baby, Azaan. We both a test yesterday and they both came out positive. And now you are throwing that away because of someone photoshopped pictures that might not even be her. I don't know you, brother. First, you married her because you thought that she will ruin my future and now this. I am leaving mamma, dad. I can't stand to look at him anymore", Iman tells me in disgust and then walks away followed by Azhar who just shakes his head at me.

"That baby isn't mine...."

Before I could even finish what I was saying when Mamma slapped me.

"Hayat, calm down. Let me handle this", dad tells her making her sit down. Then he turned to face me.

"Did you ever ask her about all of this? Or did you just assume that it was her in the pictures? Azaan, you cant say that about Saira, a girl who would do anything for you. She stayed with you even after finding out what you did to her to get married to her. You don't jump into conclusion with finding evidence, Azaan....."

"I have evidence, dad. The pictures and the bank statements that I had received a week ago...."

"Did you even call the bank to ask them for the other copies of the original bank statements? Or did you test the photos that they sent you if they are real?", he asks me. When I didn't answer him. "No, right? Azaan, you shouldn't just jump into conclusion when it comes to things like this".

I know what he is saying is right but I know what I saw.

"Azaan, leave and bring her back. Clear all of this and you will see how wrong you are", mamma tells me with tears in her eyes.

"I will not bring her back. I am sorry", I tell her.

I can't do that mamma. I am sorry but I just can't.

"Regret comes when you least expected, Azaan. And don't go back to her and begging her to come back to you. I will support her even when she will not come back to you. I am ashamed of you because you couldn't think that all of this could have happened because someone else. Like Faryal", Mamma tells me. "Couldn't you think about her? Or maybe you are too blind to even look that she might be the one behind all of this", she added.

I could see the shame she had in her eyes for me but I couldn't bring myself to go after Saira. The woman who was supposed to be everything to me.

Sometimes we need someone to open our eyes to the truth but what happened when they are too blind to see what is right in front of them? Take this as a lesson, don't just jump to a conclusion when someone tells you some things, investigate them first before making your decisions.