Love Game

Chapter 38 (Last Chapter)

Meerab was arranging Murtasim's clothes left on the sofa. Murtasim returned from office, left his clothes scattered in the room and entered the washroom and was taking a shower. Meerab was arranging the clothes with annoyance. Suddenly her eyes narrowed at the shirt sleeve.

She took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead with Murtasim's shirt folded in her hands. A restlessness surrounded her. A new fight began again. She will fight this battle and win. She will fight for her son if not for herself. She will fight for her child's future.

Murtasim wrapped the towel and took a shower and came out of the washroom. Meerab looked at him uneasily. As Murtasim took a few steps to go in front of the dressing table while wiping his hair, he caught sight of Meerab. There was question, fear, restlessness in Meerab's eyes.

He went to her and said,
"What happened? Why are you looking at me like this? Any problem?"

Meerab held the shirt in front of Murtasim's eyes. There were blood stains on the white shirt. Murtasim glanced at the shirt, then looked at Meerab. He couldn't understand why Meerab was so surprised. This was nothing new.

He stood in front of the dressing table without showing any emotion. Meerab threw the shirt and went in front of him and said angrily,
"Why do you look like you don't care? And why is there blood on your shirt?"

He smiled and held her arms and said,
"You're acting like bloodstains have nothing to do with me. You've seen plenty of bloodstains like that before."

"Yes I saw but it was different before. I thought you had corrected yourself. You became good. Quit murdering. But no..! Blood stains on your shirt."

"Meerab, I will remain as I was. This man cheated on me. And you know the punishment for cheating."

Meerab pleaded and said,
"Murtasim please, leave this. Live a normal life. A few days ago you were the one who was convincing me to forget everything and live a normal life for the sake of Aahil.

Will Aahil grow up with this blood, revolver, murder, arrogance, ugliness, inhumanity, cruelty? He will live such an unusual life?

Think of him. Thinking of him I threw away my revolver and vowed not to expose Aahil to all this. He will not know his father's and mother's past. Murtasim please, not for me, for Aahil. You love him so much."

"Look, Meerab, I love both of you. I'd bet everything for you both, but I can't give up on this job.
Aahil will never know this, I will not let him know. He will grow naturally like ten other children. No one will point a finger at him. He will be treated with the same respect as his father."

"Murtasim, the truth is never suppressed. One day the truth will come out in its own right.

After growing up to believe and love you, when the truth comes in front of him, will he be able to handle himself? Won't he hate you?
Will he have faith in you and me? Will he not be broken?
Like I was broken, hurt, sick after knowing Shaan Bhai's truth. Murtasim, think about it."

"Meerab, I understand. I can understand many things now, even if I couldn't before. But it won't be so easy for me. Seeing deceitful, greedy, characterless people makes my blood boil. I can't control myself."

Murtasim was getting restless. He sat on the bed. Holding the sheet tightly, he looked at the floor.

Meerab sat next to him and put her hand on his chest and said,
"I'm here, I'll help you. Everything's going to be alright. You just... "

Murtasim saw Meerab stopped, he raised his eyes and looked at her curiously and said,
"What should I do?"

Meerab lowered her eyes. Then said slowly,
"Murtasim, I have seen your childhood report. You are healthy, but not normal. So behaving like a psycho. You need a good psychiatrist...."