HIS INNOCENT BRIDE

EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

AYSHAM’S POV:

There weren’t any regrets in my life as I never had to take any decisions. I never took decisions out of spite or in anger. It was the first time I took one in order to punish him and now I was regretting to my core that even my soul was bleeding. I didn’t know for how much time I was waiting outside in the cold corridor of the hospital because he came in front of me while the gun was hot. Everything happened so suddenly that mind couldn’t comprehend what had happened in just mere seconds that led my Farzan to go in that state.

I had cried already like a well that now my eyes were painfully sore with redness in them as I could sense that the way the nurses and doctors passed by gazing at my state. I didn’t care less at that time.

In these hours I had gone through every emotion hatred, rage, helplessness and love. I was overwhelmed by these as really for the first time wanted to kill that Bilal Hashmi but he was already dead. Yes, he was dead and he did that to himself. When Farzan was shot everyone was stunned but Ahmad bhai acted out first as he took the gun from Bilal’s grip while Muzamil and Zaroon bhai along with their men also acted and with lots of gunshots their men went down when Ahmad bhai put gun on Bilal’s head. Everyone stopped as I had Farzan in my hands looking at me with closing eyes with a smile on his face while looking at me.

“I’ll hate you for the rest of my life if you close your eyes.” I cried as my whole body was shivering.

“Don’t you already?” He teased with a smirk followed by his eyes closing every second then my screams echoed in the warehouse.

“You think you can kill me. No one can do that except me.” Bilal said and, in a cue, he took the gun from Ahmad bhai and within a second shot himself in the head. He was a psycho and he proved that by his death but at that time nobody cared about him as everybody rushed towards Farzan. His men had tears in their eyes when they took Farzan to the hospital and I got to know how earning respect and loyalty looked like.

“You should eat something.” Areej said sitting by my side as I didn’t respond to her. My eyes were just focused on the white marble floor as I was scared from inside that my every fiber was praying for him without even my lips moving because my heart was screaming at that time in front of my Allah. He gave me happiness in form of Farzan and I was begging him to not take that happiness from me.

“Aysha…” Areej looked at me with concern when I finally glanced up at her. She had smudged make-up on as she also got married last night but with Muzamil bhai. That was fate and it always plays its games.

“Why is he not coming out?” I mumbled with flushed cheeks with all the rubbing of my tears with my hands tainted with henna. I was in my bridal attire yet with long white chaddar around me brought by Areej.

“He would. We all are praying.” She rubbed my head like an older sister while I glanced at dad, Zaroon bhai and Muzamil bhai sitting in the same posture as mine. They all had persuaded me to eat but I didn’t do that. How could anything pass down my throat when he was in that condition fighting death? His men were outside so was Imran as they weren’t ready to leave but Dad asked all of them to go to their respective homes while Imran stayed for chores willingly. He was the one bringing food for everyone made by dadi. She went home to take care of everything at the mansion and also took care of the food while her own health wasn’t good seeing her grandson like that but indeed, she was a strong woman.

“It’s been more than twenty-four hours.” I said as my chin started wobbling bringing tears in Areej eyes too.

“Don’t lose hope beta. He had fought death before too. He is strong. He would be fine.” It seemed like dad said those things more to himself than me. He was his son after all. He was in more pain than me but still he was trying to console me which should be the other way round.