Vasl-e-Yaar

4

"LARAIB!!!"

His hand instantly reached out to get a hold of her who had just tried to jump off the bridge.
Before her body could have lost control and she would've fallen, his strongs arms got a tight hold of her.

"Y....Ye.....ye...." Laraib couldn't process words as she looked down where cars were going on a full speed and how much height it had.
What was she even about to do?

"Tumhare dimaag thikaane par hai bhi Laraib?" He gritted out as he tried to lift her.

(Is your mind out of place, Laraib?)

She wasn't heavy.
It was only that only his one hand was supporting her whole weight and how she was half hanging in the air that made more pressure on his hand.

For once Laraib's thoughts went what she was about to do.
She was about to end her life?
End her life for the man for whom she doesn't hold any importance?

Why did she have to end everything when she wasn't the one ruining anything in the first place?
Her fat tears were making het gasp for air, leaving her breathless.

Her teary eyes moved to him who was holding her whole weight with one hand while other was supporting both of them with the small wall for safety.
His jaw was clenched, the vein popping on his forehead and his eyes hard and full of anger.

"M...Mur...tuza..." She whispered looking at him with teary eyes.
Her eyes that were full of pain and heartbreak some seconds ago were now full of fear and nervousness.

"Relax Laraib, just relax. I am going pull you up." He said gruffly trying his best to calm her down.

This time the tears that were flowing out of her eyes were because of the fear what she was about to do.

"Murtuza.....p...please..." She spoke breathlessly.

Murtuza clenched his sharp jaw even more and removing his other hand from the wall, he gave full support to Laraib.
His one hand was holding her hand that she was clutching onto herself and his other pulled her up from her arms.

Slowly slowly, using his complete strength Murtuza had pulled her almost up.
Only Laraib's legs were hanging while her body was almost on the bridge, on Murtuza's support.

She couldn't wait any longer. She didn't have the strength to hold herself more.
Without thinking she gave her body a big jerk and she instantly fell on top of Murtuza who was lying straight on top of bridge.

He was groaning while a sniffling Laraib was on top of his body, her eyes shut tightly, tears flowing out of them.
Her hand were on his shoulders clutching them tightly while she hid her face in his warm and sweaty chest.

"Laraib!" His voice was heavy and full of anger.

She didn't respond.
She just kept on sniffling.
Her tight hold on his shirt slowly loosened and even her sniffles slowed down.

"Laraib." This time his tone was stern.

She again didn't respond at all.
She wasn't even moving.

Murtuza lifted her head off his chest and clenched his jaw noticing she had fainted probably due to the shock and stress.

Brushing off the silky hair from her face, he wiped her half dried tears on her cheeks with the pad of his thumb and proceeded to lift both of them.

First he himself got up from the bridge, dusted his clothes off and then lifted the fainted Laraib in his arms and just walked, glancing again and again back to the woman in his arms.

This was enough.
And now he knew Wajeeh had to handle her by his own ways. Enough of letting her do what she thought was right but it actually wasn't.