Love Obsession {Completed}

The Confession

"Mamu, I need to talk to you about something important!" Saif reached his uncle, panting.

"What is it, son? Sit down and tell me calmly." Irfan, who was his uncle, said as Saif sat down.

"Is my father a murderer?" Saif's question left Irfan staring at him in shock.

"Who told you that?" Irfan asked.

"If you have even a bit of love for me, tell me the truth," Saif was very serious.

"No, son, it's nothing like that," Irfan said with a smile.

"If you don’t want to tell me, I’ll find out in my way, and then there will be no relationship left between us," Saif threatened in a firm tone.

"Yes, your father did kill someone, and I was involved in it too." Irfan sighed deeply.

Saif listened quietly.

"We met on the first day of college. You know we've always lived here. Your father came here for studies. We became very close friends. We were always together. Our thoughts often matched, so we got along well. My family was also very open-minded, so I used to bring him home often to study and play together. One day, he met your mother, who is my sister. He fell in love with her at first sight. He told me this many days later, and I supported him because I wanted my sister to marry my friend as she can stay in front of my eyes. I began trusting him a lot. One day, he proposed to your mother, and she agreed. They became very close friends and soon fell deeply in love. Furqan was madly in love with your mother, Amna. He loved her so much that he couldn’t see anyone else but her. He would do anything she asked. His Love Obsession was so intense that if we had suggested they get married then and there, he would have done it. But we were still in college and had to focus on our studies, so we left them to meet as they wished. After we graduated, your father had to return home because your grandfather’s health had deteriorated. Your father's family was very large. Your eldest uncle has one son, and your second uncle had two daughters, but your second uncle and his wife had already passed away. Your father was the youngest, still studying. Your grandmother had passed away when your father was very young, so your grandfather was everything to him. He had a very close relationship with his brothers, but he had a special bond with your grandfather. When he returned to your grandfather, your grandfather forced him into marriage with Shafia Amani. Your father tried hard not to marry her. He even told his family about Amna, but because my sister was considered a foreigner, your grandfather didn’t like her. He even threatened to end his life unless your father married Shafia. In the end, your father was forced into marriage with Shafia.Once they married, your father moved into a separate house with her, but he never truly accepted her. He remained distant and barely spoke to her. A few days later, your father returned to us after securing a job through college placement. Your mother, Amna, was devastated, unable to bear his absence. One day, he asked her if she would agree to become his second wife, and she agreed. We all wanted her to be happy, so we also agreed. Your father told Shafia everything, and she gave her permission. Then, they were married. After the marriage, your father stayed with us, rarely visiting Shafia. Sometimes, he would send her money once a month. Everything was going well; you were born a year later. Your mother and father were very happy. They spent lavishly on your birth, throwing grand celebrations and donating a lot of money to the poor. We were all very happy. When you turned five, your mother became pregnant again. We were all overjoyed. Your father hoped for a daughter as sweet as your mother. We started a business together, which was very successful. We needed to open one of our factories in your father’s country because your mother wanted to settle there with your father and help manage the work. So, we found a piece of land we liked. It was about to be owned by a man named Wajdan Shehriyaar, who had already begun negotiations to buy it before us. We met with him and tried to explain that the land was crucial for us to expand our business, as your mother had chosen it herself. However, he refused to listen. Your father loved Amna madly, so he would do anything to fulfill her wishes, including trying to secure that land. Wajdan, however, wanted to build a college there for charity. He constantly stood in our way, so after all efforts failed, your father took a drastic step. When Wajdan was on his way to finalize the deal for the land, your father hit him with a truck. Wajdan’s wife and his close associate were with him. I was also there, trying to stop him, but your father was so obsessed with getting that land that he forgot everything. We didn’t intend to kill them. We only wanted to scare them with an accident and force them to sell the land to us, but all three of them died in the accident. We abandoned the truck and fled the scene. As we were escaping, your father received a call from a hospital. Amna’s condition had worsened, and they had called us to come quickly. Amna had fallen from the sofa and, due to the pain, had called an ambulance herself. Your mother had tried calling your father several times, but his phone was off. You were still very young, so we had left you with your maternal grandfather. We rushed to the hospital, but what we heard when we arrived left us devastated. Your mother’s condition had worsened because the ambulance arrived late. By the time she reached the hospital, she was struggling to breathe. The doctors tried hard to save her, but they couldn’t. Your father couldn’t believe it. He kept saying it wasn’t possible. He clung to Amna, begging her not to leave him. He shouted repeatedly for her to stay with him, but she had already passed away. It was difficult to make him accept it. He refused to let go of her body for hours. I had to call several men to forcibly separate him from her. The baby girl who had been born was crying non-stop. I tried my best to comfort her, but she wouldn’t stop. When we took your father home, he was completely broken. Because your mother had died here, we called for you and your grandfather to come here. Shafia, your stepmother, also came during the funeral. She felt sympathy for the crying baby girl and embraced her, which finally calmed her down. After the funeral, when Shafia handed the baby to your father, he threw her in anger. She hit her head hard and started crying as blood began to flow. Shafia rushed to her. She and I took her to the hospital to get her treated. When we returned home, your father was sitting in a corner, holding Amna’s picture. He felt no sympathy for his own daughter. What your father said next shocked us all." Irfan's eyes filled with tears. He tried to control them as he continued telling the story.

Saif's eyes had turned red, and tears were streaming down his face, but he remained silent, listening to his uncle.

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