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Chapter 20 Part 3 (Malik Zubair banega devdas)

Murtasim, after a few minutes of contemplation, let out a heavy sigh and spoke, breaking the silence that hung in the air. "Malik, mujhse nahi jin logon par zulm kiya tha tumne unse maafi maango," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of exhaustion and authority.

As Murtasim's words reverberated in Malik Zubair's mind, a wave of remorse washed over him. Flashbacks of his past misdeeds flooded his thoughts, each memory serving as a painful reminder of the harm he had inflicted upon others. He remembered the times he had threatened lives, sabotaged lands, and even set fire to crops. It was as if his past transgressions were being laid bare before him, a divine punishment for his sins.

He sat there, consumed by guilt and shame, his soul heavy with the weight of his actions. The realization of the pain he had caused others, the lives he had irreparably damaged, weighed heavily on his conscience. The consequences of his choices had finally caught up with him.

In the midst of his contemplation, the sound of payal reached his ears. He recognized that it wasn't Maryam, for he knew the sound of her footsteps all too well. The sound mocked him, a cruel reminder of the love he had lost and the pain he had brought upon himself.

As the footsteps drew nearer, a woman stood before him, her face strangely familiar, mirroring the sorrow that had enveloped his own being. He looked at her, his eyes filled with curiosity and a glimmer of hope. "Mujhse humdardi karne aayi ho?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

She knelt beside him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, and shook her head in response to his question. "Khuda itna zaalim kyun hai, pehle bandon ko sang dil banata hai, fir unki zindagi mai adhuri mohabbat daldeta hai," she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of anguish and frustration.

Omar, who had been silently observing the scene, spoke up, his voice filled with wisdom. "Bibi ji, quffarey ka waqt kabhi khatam nahi hota," he said, reminding her that the time for forgiveness is never-ending.

Haya, growing angry at Omar's words, shook her head in defiance. "Maine konsa gunnah kardiya?" she muttered, her voice laced with bitterness.

Malik Zubair, still on his knees, met her gaze and spoke, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and longing. "Ek shaadi shudah aadmi ke peechey padhna, dushman ki behen se mohabbat karna, ye hai humarey gunnah. Sab kehte hai mohabbat aur jung me sab jayez hai.. Yahi jung, dushmani insaan ki mohabbat ka gala ghot deti hai," he confessed, his words tinged with regret.

The weight of his words hung in the air, a testament to the complexities of love and enmity. In that moment, Malik Zubair and Haya shared a connection, bound by their individual burdens and the consequences of their choices. They were both victims of a war where love and hatred clashed, leaving behind shattered hearts and unfulfilled desires.

As they remained knelt together, the clay horse adorned with pearls held by Haya served as a symbol of her pain, a fragile emblem of her broken heart.

Malik Zubair and Haya sat there, their hearts heavy with remorse and regret. They spoke softly, exchanging their thoughts and unraveling the moments where they had veered off the path of righteousness.

"Meri hiris ne mujhe andha kardiya tha", Malik Zubair confessed, his voice trembling with self-realization. "Apne gusseh aur badle ki aagh me mujhe dusron ke dard ka kabhi ahsas hi nahi hua, logon ko takleef pohchaney ke baad kabhi peechey hi nahi muda. Balkey unke aansuon ka mazaak udaya karta tha mai, ab mujhe unki aah lag gayi"

Haya nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "Mai gumrah hogyi thi," she admitted, her voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "Pyaar me andhi hogayi thi, apne samne kisiki pareishaani dikhayi hi nahi di mujhe."