His Nostalgic Love | Halal ff | thv

~ Part 47 ~

For this part, if you speak Urdu or Hindi, I recommend listening to "Yeh Kasoor" - Jism 2, by Sonu Kakkar to enhance the experience.

OR

If you prefer English, I suggest listening to "Hurt So Good" by Astrid S.

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Aira took a deep breath and found her voice, "I... want a divorce." Her words hung heavily in the air, marking a turning point in their tumultuous relationship. Ahmed's hand slowly loosened its grip from her waist, his expression stunned and pained as her words sank in. The silence between them felt suffocating, heavy with unspoken regrets and shattered dreams.

He stepped back, as if her declaration had physically pushed him away. Ahmed searched her eyes, hoping to find a trace of doubt or hesitation, but Aira met his gaze with a resolute sadness that cut deep into his heart.

"I never imagined..." he started, his voice barely a whisper, as if afraid to acknowledge the reality of her words. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, fingers curling into fists in an effort to contain the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Aira remained silent, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The weight of her decision hung heavy between them, a stark reminder of all they had lost and the pain they had endured.

Finally, Ahmed found his voice, thick with emotion. "Baby, please... Can't we try to work through this?" His plea was desperate, tinged with a hint of hope that she might reconsider.

She shook her head slowly, her voice steady but laced with sorrow. "I can't do this anymore, Ahmed. We've tried..." Her voice trailed off, the ache in her heart palpable.

Ahmed took a tentative step towards her, reaching out as if to touch her, but he hesitated, unsure if his touch would be welcomed. "I love you," he said simply, the words weighted with years of longing and regret. "I can't imagine my life without you."

Aira closed her eyes briefly, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Love is not enough," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She turned away from him, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze any longer.

For a moment, they stood in silence, the distance between them a painful reminder of their fractured bond. Ahmed's shoulders slumped in defeat, the reality of losing Aira sinking in with crushing finality. But then, as if a fire ignited within him, his expression hardened.

"No... not in my next life," Ahmed interjected, his voice firm and resolute. He stepped closer to Aira, his eyes searching hers with intensity. "Don't you dare say that word 'divorce' again."

Aira looked up at him, her own resolve wavering under the weight of his determination. His words echoed with the depth of their shared history, the moments of joy and the trials they had overcome together.

As Aira stood with her back pressed against the door, her breath caught in her throat as Ahmed stood before her, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. "You have to give me a divorce," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.

Ahmed's eyes flashed with hurt and frustration. Without a word, he grabbed Aira's arm and pulled her away from the door, his grip firm but gentle enough not to hurt her. She stumbled slightly as he opened the door and stepped outside, the cool air of the hallway hitting them both.

"You can't do this," Ahmed said tersely, his voice low but filled with emotion. He turned away from her, unable to look into her eyes as tears threatened to spill from his own. The weight of her words hung heavy between them, a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between them.