RIGHTFULLY YOUR'S

Part 28 (last Chapter)

Layla's pov :

For the past three hours, I've been sitting outside the operation theater, Yusuf has been shot three times, and all three bullets are dangerously close to his heart, making his condition critical. Tears have been streaming down my eyes incessantly, how can they stop? Even the thought of it scares me; what if something happens to Yusuf? What will I do then?

In the past three months, I have tormented Yusuf immensely. He pleaded for forgiveness countless times, but I wasn't ready to accept his apology. I was convinced he was lying, but when I read his diary, I realized Yusuf had never lied about his feelings. He had poured his heart out in those pages, confessing everything he felt for me.

Sitting here, waiting for news about Yusuf's condition, my mind drifts back to the moments we shared, both the good and the bad. I remember the laughter, the arguments, and the love we had for each other. Despite everything, Yusuf's love for me remained unwavering, and now, as he fights for his life, I can't help but feel overwhelmed with guilt.

Guilt for not believing him, for not forgiving him sooner, for not cherishing every moment we had together. If only I had listened to him, if only I had understood his pain sooner, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation.

As I sit here, lost in my thoughts, the weight of regret weighs heavily on my heart. I wish I could turn back time and make things right, but all I can do now is pray for Yusuf's recovery and hope for a chance to make amends.

But amidst all the chaos and uncertainty, one thing is clear - my love for Yusuf has never wavered, and I will do whatever it takes to make things right and ensure that he pulls through this ordeal.

Sitting outside the operation theater, my mind drifted back to the moments when Yusuf had pleaded for forgiveness, not once but twice today. Despite his earnest apologies, my heart and mind remained stubborn, consumed by my own pride. How I wish I had forgiven him, how I wish I had set aside my ego. When I had locked myself in my room after our confrontation, and Yusuf had left for the penthouse, I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer. I stepped out of my room and made my way straight to bahar's room because that's where all the answers lay.

As I entered the room, I first laid my eyes on a picture hanging on the wall, a striking resemblance to Yusuf. The same eyes, the same nose, the same lips, the same complexion - she was as beautiful as Yusuf. Then, I proceeded to check the cupboard in the room, but found nothing. It was when I opened a side drawer that I stumbled upon something unexpected - Yusuf's diary.

Opening the diary, I read the words written on the first page: "I will avenge everything they did to you, I will make their loved ones suffer too." I already knew this was about my family. Flipping to the next page, I found the date of our wedding mentioned, along with the words: "The downfall of Yasin's family has begun, I finally bought their flowers to our house, and slowly but surely, I am going to crush each petal of that flower." I realized I was the flower Yusuf was referring to.

Turning to the next page, I read Yusuf's thoughts about me: "I can't do it, I can't hurt Layla. Her innocent eyes and her innocent smile won't let me. I can't bring myself to harm her." My heart ached as I read his words. Then, I turned to another page, dated back to when I was pregnant, where Yusuf had poured his heart out: "I have lost everything, I have lost my heart and soul to Layla. I am sorry, I can't bring myself to hurt Layla; she is going to be the mother of my child. She brings me so much happiness; I can't bear to see a tear in her eyes."

Tears streamed down my face as I realized the depth of Yusuf's love for me. He had suffered silently, unable to bear the thought of losing me. And here I was, consumed by anger and pride, refusing to forgive him.