His Devotion

Brust !!!

Aahil pov
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I left her with a jerk and moved out of the room. Tears were rolling down her cheeks I was feeling angry on myself for what I said to her out of anger , still I was angry on her. She can't ignore me like this.

I want to hug her and cooe her as she was crying , but I left the room and came inside the guest room. All thoughts of her crying and words I use to her repeating in my mind. I hurted her i fucking hurted her. I hurt my love.

I know she loves me still I did this to her. How will I face her. I was so angry I threw a flower vase on floor and it crushed in to peices. I picked up a broken part of vase and fisted my palm around it. Until my knuckles got white and blood started to flow.

I was just wondering what will happend next and how I am going to face her.

The next morning at breakfast there was eye contact with my jaana but she broke the contact and ignored me.

I can't help and now I was done . She is so upset angry with me. After breakfast I moved to Zayn's home he use to live alone for studies. He asked me to get my wounds dressed but I didn't listen to him. I lightened my cigerate taking a puff from it. I don't have cigerate until and unless I am feeling low. Last time i have cigerate when she called me a manwhore. And after that it has become my addiction but when I came to know she doesn't like it so I left it.

I was at Zayn's place when I got a message from Ali.

Ali
Bhai where are you. Come fast or I will tell ammi you have got into fight with zaira Aapi.

Why what happened.

Ali
Aapi haven't eaten anything and she is crying. I will not leave you bhai , I don't like when my sister cries.

Mind your language Ali.

Ali
Bhai I am saying very politely. Just come home make aapi eat something and behave well with her. I am saying seriously I don't like to see tears in my sister's eyes.

He texted last and went offline. This time I was at mistake thus I thought to make up to her.

I came back home it was around 4 everyone were done with lunch except Zaira.

I know what she wants to eat. I made her favourite sandwich with multigrain bread and veggies came to her room. I opened the door and she was sitting on the sofa peeping out of the window. She must have cried her eyes swollen and red because she might have cried. My heart sunk deeper thinking she cried because of me.

Zaira Pov
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He entered the room with a plate in his hand. I moved my face to another side as I see his face all the words he said to me started to repeat in my ear. He came and sit infront of me i wanted to shout on him and cry in his embrace but I don't want to see his face. He kept the sandwich aside and held my chin to make me face him.

I am sorry Jaana.

Who are you and don't call me jaana and all. I said

I am sorry please you were ignoring me and I can't take it more. Please I am really very sorry please.

He said and forwarded sandwich brings it near my mouth to make me eat. I turned my face away.

Eat it please he said.

I don't want to Aahil I said.

He again insisted me but I denied. He held my chin and make me face him and asked me to eat when I stood up from sofa and was about to go he also stood up and held my wrist stopping me.