Filmon ki Tarah| Completed ✔️

Chapter 28 (Nadia)

She was laying on the sofa, her legs supported by the pillows, it was her last trimester. She got bigger, and eventually spared his kurta as she had torn one. He remembered her sitting on the sofa crying when he had returned. She was clutching her dupatta as she sniffed into it. He had ran to her, "Are you okay?"

She looked up her face had glowed up, her complexion brightened up more because of the hormones. Her cheeks had filled up, and she looked adorable as she wiped her eyes.

"Murtasim... "

She cried out now hysterical as she hugged his arm, he caressed her hair, and asked her, "Batao na kya hua?"

She took a deep breath and started sharing, "Woh mai na fridge se ice cream  nikal rhi thi, mai thoda sa bend hui aur kurta phat gaya"

His eyes went to the torn kurta she still wore, from the side. He wiped away the tear from one side as he cupped her face, she was biting her lips trying to control the sob. She pointed to the other side and he laughed, wiping away the other side.

"Has kyun rahey hai aap?"

She almost whined, she was crying and Mahjabeen thought he would sympathize with her. But his laugh irked her, she was getting fatter and he was laughing at her predicament instead of soothing her.

She huffed and crossed her arms across her chest, her eyes squinting as she glared at the wall. Murtasim bumped his shoulder with hers, playfully, she gave him a glare.

He was gazing at her softly, with love, she had become extremely concious of her weight and would start a fight on the smallest problems. He could no longer tease her, as her emotions were on edge and she wanted his constant approval.

"Accha Baba, nahi hasunga", he apologized with sincerity, she searched his eyes and nodded. But that didn't solve her trouble, she was still crying. Murtasim sighed and pulled her in a hug, as she snuggled into his chest.

"Mahjabeen batao toh masla kya hai?" she closed her eyes, a tear falling from her eyes, he couldn't bare her tears. It hurt him, he had been struck twice with a bullet but he would still take a bullet to his than making her cry.

"Arrey Mahjabeen ye kurta purana wala hai. Ye kaise fit hoga tumhe?" he lied eyeing the baby bump, her body had grown with her belly.  The back aches, the nausea and the hormones affected her and since this was a new experience for the two of them it was too raw.

"Woh nahi hai..."

She whispered pulling away from the hug, she looked into his eyes loving the way he gazed at her. His soft eyes comforted her and she gulped, gesturing him to bring his ear closer.

"Agar baby mere jaisa nikla toh.. Aap usse chod denge kya?" she asked her voice cracking, Mahjabeen had this thought since the past month and it was killing her. What if the baby was dumb? Would Murtasim abandon it or give it away like her father did to her?

Anwar Khan was her father, she grasped the concept of parenthood very well. She  couldn't understand how could someone abandon an innocent baby, their own flesh and blood because they were grieving. She was an unwanted kid, what if her baby went through the same? What if Murtasim left her because he disliked her kid and her?

She felt the bump on her stomach, her eyes going to her feet as she continued, "Allah aapka dimaag de isko, mere jaisa raha tha isko koi nahi apnayega".

Like her, the baby would be given away, she had no power. Mahjabeen's mind was in a chaos, as Murtasim kneeled down. His eyes were red, tears welled in his eyes, the words she uttered hurt him.

"Mahjabeen...", he started breathlessly, intwining their fingers he placed it on his cheek. And he hugged her, his head against the baby bump, feeling for the movement.