Our Defeat!

Little no Hope

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As they drove back from the jail, the silence in the car was thick, each of them lost in their own thoughts.

Karishma stole glances at Aly, who was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

She could see the storm of emotions raging within him—anger, betrayal, and the deep hurt that came from the decisions they had made.

Karishma’s mind was equally burdened. Rehaan's words echoed in her ears, a stark reminder of the dangerous game they were now playing.

She had chosen to bring Rehaan back into their lives for Anaaya’s sake, but she knew the consequences could be devastating. Still, she had to believe they were doing the right thing.

Finally, she spoke, her voice soft yet filled with a quiet strength. "Aly, mujhe pata hai yeh sab tumhare liye kitna mushkil hai. Par hum milkar yeh sab theek kar sakte hain."

Aly didn’t respond immediately. His jaw was clenched, his mind replaying the moment when Rehaan had taunted him.

The urge to turn the car around and finish what he had started was almost overwhelming, but he knew he couldn’t do that—not now, not with Anaaya in the back of his mind.

After what felt like an eternity, Aly exhaled deeply, his grip on the steering wheel loosening slightly. "Karishma, mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ke tum yeh sab kaise handle kar rahi ho. Tumhe kitna dard diya usne... phir bhi tumne usse wapas laaya."

Karishma looked down at her hands, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of her scarf. "Aly, yeh sab Anaaya ke liye hai. Humein apne feelings ko side mein rakhna padega. Uski khushi ke liye, humein yeh karna hoga."

Aly glanced at her, his expression softening just a fraction. He knew she was right, but that didn’t make it any easier.

The memory of Rehaan’s smirk, his arrogant assumption that he could still win Karishma back, burned in Aly’s mind like a hot iron.

But more than that, the idea that Anaaya might grow up hating him for keeping her father away was a fear that gnawed at his soul.

When they finally reached home, Aly gently lifted the door of the car for her Karishma watched them, a lump forming in her throat.

Despite everything, Aly had always been there for her, and that was something she couldn’t take for granted.

After getting inside, Aly and Karishma stood in the hallway, the silence between them heavy but not as tense as before. They were both exhausted, emotionally and physically, yet they knew they had to talk.

"Aly," Karishma began, her voice barely above a whisper, "hume pata hai ke tumpar humare rishte ko lekar bahut zyada pressure hai abhi. Lekin hum ek team ki tarah sab kuch handle kar sakte hain, bas thoda waqt lagega."

Aly leaned against the wall, his eyes closed as he let out a long breath. "Karishma, tumhe pata haina ke main tumse kitna pyar karta hoon. Lekin Rehaan... usne jo kiya, uske baad main usse kabhi maaf nahi kar sakta."

Karishma nodded, understanding the depth of his pain. "Hum tumse yeh umeed bhi nahi karte ke tum usse maaf karo. Hum Bas itna chahte hai ke tum Anaaya ke liye apne gusse ko control mein rakho aur humare aane wale baby pe dhayan do."

Aly opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. There was a sadness there, a recognition that their lives had become far more complicated than they had ever imagined.

"Karishma," Aly said, his voice low but steady, "main tumse wada karta hoon ke main aane wale baby ke liye sab kuch karunga. Lekin yeh mat sochna ke main firse vohi kamzoor aur idiot ban jaunga.