BEPANNAH: DIARY OF SORROWS

Chapter 2: Regrets.

A/N: I'll be playing with my writing style, and try to write it in present tense to make it more real and engaging!

Madhu's POV:-

I'll be honest– I have never liked Zoya.

But seeing her in that drenched state with a blueness that engulfed her petite form, did things to my heart.

And now, I'm scared.

Not because of the thunder that rumbles through the sky, or the lightning that dares to strike against the dark of this night.

But of the heartbroken woman that has taken to solitude in a tiny room with just one door.

Mahi's POV:-

God yeh Zoya bhi naa, kitni overdramatic hai.

And look at these fools, wasting themselves away in anxiety when they should just relax.

I mean, what could happen to her? She would cry and cry and cry. Lock herself up. Then go away to her rich 'home sweet home' when she's done with the drama.

She wouldn't kill herself, now would she?

Zoya's POV:-

I don't know what to do. My life is escaping away, slowly, in painful bits from my body into a distant numbness.

Thinking about the betrayal, the hurt, the pain– I make my way to the bathroom.

Standing beneath the shower head, I turn it on. Water drips down my body, cleaning me of the storm dirt that has made its home on my body. But it can't clean the black void that has got its claws on me now.

Then my eyes settle on a shining steel blade that rests on the bathroom shelf. My hand moves on its own, and my fingers feel the smooth sharpness until it draws blood.

Perfect. Water can't, but something can.

There is no reason to live, after all. Yash's gone. Abbu is ashamed of me. Same goes for Ammi.

Sharm toh humne Yash ke liye ladte vaqt bech di, aur Yash ke bina, unki mohabbat ke bina hum– hum jitna bhi chaahein, zindagi ka aur saath ab nahin de sakte.

*drip* *drip* *drip*

*blood trickles down Zoya's wrist to form a small puddle on the ground*

I can't get away.

Why did you do it, Yash?

I can't run away.

Was it worth it, seeing my soul burn as yours meets Pooja in the afterlife?

It hurts, it hurts.

My vision blurs, as I fall down, collapsing on the cold, hard tiles of the bathroom floor.

Blood seeps. My heart pounds. My face burns.

And I can't do anything but regret this decision of mine.

"Aditya...sorry..."

Aditya's POV:-

[Currently sitting intoxicating in a club]

Ugh...that damned Zoya.

Koyi itna bewakoof kaise ho sakta hai– ki apne cheater husband ko ek doosri married aurat ke saath haath pakde dekh-kar bhi defend kare?

She must have figured it out after today.
The lies, the date before death, the ring– everything.

I really need to get her out of my mind...her words have been haunting me for weeks! She wore Pooja's saree, organised the birthday that Pooja was supposed to, and then decides to lecture me on how much MY WIFE LOVED ME? How MY WIFE WAS FAITHFUL? Faithful my foot.

She was a cheater. Pooja...was A CHEATER!

A girl walks towards me as I'm drowning myself in these thoughts. A black elegant dress, slender body, lithe movements. Just my type– before I committed myself to Pooja, which turned out to be a grave mistake. For me and her.

I let this girl into my lap, and she brushes her fingers through my hair, just like Pooja did.

She touches my skin, but it causes no desire.

She kisses and licks. Again, no desire.

All I can think of is Pooja, when a perfectly beautiful girl is embracing me... what is WRONG with me?
A tear threatens to trickled down my cheeks, but she doesn't notice anything. Why would she? She isn't Pooja, she's only interested in getting some fun for the night, interested only in my body, not my soul.

But then again, why was Pooja interested in me? Did she truly love me? If she did, then why did she...why did she hurt me? Hurt my soul? Tear away the love that lived in my heart for her. Why did she break the one person who loved her SO MUCH? Why...just WHY?

And why does Zoya keep reminding me of her... no, she doesn't understand. I DON'T want to remember. I...I really don't.

*zzzz* *zzzz* *zzzz*

I unlock my phone, and see 20 missed calls from Noor.

Noor? Why would she call me right now? In the middle of the night?

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