"Whatever it is,we need to take Kiara to the hospital,"Mishti blurted looking at her sister who looked pale and frail. Kiara protested softly,"No I am all fine. I just want to go home. Mom would be worrying about me"
"No,first of all you need to go to the hospital. You need treatment,"Mishti said looking for her hands. Her left hand ring finger was severed. She cupped Kiara's face who was trembling like a leaf.
They climbed into the cars. Kiara couldn't help the exhaustion and slept off on Mishti's shoulder.
Mishti looked at her face rubbing her hand on her sleeping face gently. Her face darted at Sultan,"I fear if that Vishal is alive he would come after Kiara again"
"Don't worry,"he gave her a reassuring look. "Nothing would happen to her. "Though he disliked Kiara before,but after watching her present condition he couldn't help but feel pity for her.
The doctor treated her and reported,"There is no sign of abuse. As for the finger,we will treat it and attach an artificial one. Patient needs to eat well and sleep.Also, I am recommending some other medicines incase she panics due to any trauma of is unable to sleep."
Mishti was there by Kiara all through the time when she was getting saline. She also via Sultan brought some clothes for Kiara and helped her to change.
Romila was worried sick about her daughter and when Kiara was finally returned to her she was tearing in happiness. Fervently asking forgiveness from Mishti,"I treated you so badly since your childhood. Ab mein abhari hun tumsa for saving my daughter's life."
Romila's eyes welled up with tears as she embraced Mishti tightly.
"I'm so sorry, beta," she whispered. "I was blind to my own daughter's suffering. I treated you horribly, and for that, I'll always be sorry."
Mishti's expression softened, and she hugged her back.
Romila's gaze drifted into the past, her voice laced with nostalgia.
"Your father, Mishti... he was never mine. He was always hers – your mother's. He loved her from the beginning, till the end." Her voice cracked. "He'd tell me about her, about how much he loved her, how he wished he could've been with her."
Mishti's eyes widened, surprise etched on her face.
Romila's expression turned bitter.
"He said he couldn't give me the place she deserved, not when he already had a wife. He thought he could love us both, but it was a lie. A woman can't tolerate her husband's love for another, Mishti. It consumes you, eats away at your soul."
Her eyes locked onto Mishti's.
"That's why I resented you, Mishti. You reminded me of her – the woman he loved, the woman he couldn't forget. I was jealous, beta. Jealous of the love he had for her, jealous of the child she gave him."
Mishti's grip on Romila's hands tightened.
"You're not alone, Mother," she said softly. "We've all been hurt. But we can heal together."
As they hugged, Kiara, now resting on the hospital bed, watched her mother and stepsister with tears in her eyes. For the first time, she saw the pain behind Romila's actions, the pain that had driven her to hurt Mishti.
Her eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Mishti.
"Didi, I'm so sorry," Kiara whispered, her voice trembling. "I was cruel to you, and I regret every moment of it."
Her expression softened, and she took Kiara's hand.
"You were lost, Kiara. We all were," she said gently.
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Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓
Romance"Don't be so rough," she begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Sultan's tongue plunged into her folds, savagely tasting her innocence. She cried out, her body writhing beneath him. His fingers joined the assault, mercilessly fucking her tight ent...
