MUHAFIZ

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Author pov

Sidharth walked inside her room and her fragrance was all over room. He closed his eyes taking deep breath into her scent, opening his eyes he frown slightest at her not being there. Where is she? He looked around

"Shehnaaz!"

He shouted her name in his deep voice which came out higher echoing within walls of room. His intoxicated state was allowing him to just act upon his impulses thoughts and giving him courage also making him impatient. He badly wanna see his wife. Now it's getting out of his hands and he can't handle anymore. Shehnaaz turn off water tab is she now hallucinating him calling her? It sounded so real that her heart skipped a beat. He can't be here, it's just her mind and before she could continue her ablution for namaz

"Shehnaaz!"

It's really him. Many questions came in her mind which she kept aside for while and slowly walks out of restroom. She clutched door between her fingers before opening it ajar and stepping into room, meeting eyes with his, who's eyes soften upon her arrival. His state tells how much messed up he is and has been without her. They both are suffering it's been like waqt ne hai kiya hum pe kaisa sitam tum bhi baizaar ho barbaad hai hum. They have been separated at phase of their live when their love was blooming for each other and their separation didn't stop love from growing

"Ap yahan kyun aye hain." She looks at him with blankness in her face. He really missed her voice and it doesn't matter anymore what she says to him. Be as harsh as she wants just talk to him. That would be enough for him

"Tumhari yaad arahi thi." She missed his voice

"Humara rishta ab esa nahi raha ke jab apko yaad aye ap ajao." She says harshly avoiding his gaze and move to look for her duppata in wardrobe for namaz, when in reality she's just trying to hide her teary eyes from him he will know how much she misses him if he looked into her eyes longer

"Kesa raha hai?"

"Raha hi nahi hai."

"Galat fehmi hamesha ghumrah kardeti hai insaan ko. Rishta tha aur hamesha rahega" She heard his boots clicking on floor as he gets closer her. "biwi thi aur hamesha rahogi." She didn't utter a word when he closed wardrobe's door from behind and kept his both hands on it. Cadge her small figure between him and wardrobe

"Mujhe apki biwi bane nahi rehna someone who has killed my father and shamelessly married me, soch kya rahe the ap huh? I'll forgive you for killing my father. I love him more than I loved you!" She turned around with anger and tears in her eyes. Loved? He came prepared for her harsh words but this came like stab

"I also loved and respected your father like my own." He whispered with pain visible in his glassy eyes "Srif ek baar mujhe keh dete what's wrong. Srif ek baar instead of stabbing me in back." Is he crying? She bite her lip to contain her emotions but failed he had no right

"You didn't have to kill baba, Mir-sahab! Insaan galti krta hai, even Allah forgive for unforgiving sins than who are you to do that!" She cries

"That's difference between him and us. We human aren't as merciful as him." True, she locked eyes with his those held pain of separation. Pain of loosing people close to him. He bring his hand to cup her face gently, oh how he has missed touching her velvet like skin his cold fingers caress her warm skin of cheeks, she pushed away his hand instantly. That hurt him. Her refusing his touch