Love Obsession {Completed}

The Trial

Two Days Later:

At the Court:

Today was Saif’s hearing, so the police had brought him to court. Among the crowd, Irfan sat thinking about how to get Saif out of there without getting himself and Furqaan implicated. He had just found out yesterday that Saif had been arrested, he went to the police station for Saif's bail but he got denied as it involved a serious crime, and the case had reached court. Furqaan knew nothing of all this. Irfan and Kareem had told him that Saif wasn’t coming because he was ill. Furqaan often had panic attacks, which was why his treatment had started. He was frequently unconscious, and Kareem managed all his affairs.

“My lord, this case is quite straightforward. This man attacked our victim, Ayesha Shehriyaar, with the intent to kill,” the lawyer representing Ayesha began.

“No, your honour, my client is being falsely accused,” Irfan had arranged for a renowned lawyer for Saif, one who had never lost a case.

Saif glared at his lawyer.

“Your honour, I would like to present all the evidence,” said the lawyer fighting against Saif.

“Present the evidence,” said the man standing beside the judge, prompting the police to show the gun to the judge, along with reports stating that Saif’s fingerprints were on the gun. Saif, without saying anything, continued to mutter something quietly to himself.

“So, do you have anything to say in your defense?” the judge asked Saif.

“Your honour, he is a lawyer. Whatever you ask him, he will try to entangle us in his words. He himself has confessed that he is the killer. When we went to see him, he already seemed insane. Even now, you can see he’s been muttering non-stop for two days, things no one can hear. Killers are like that. They’re mad, and he’s no different,” the opposing lawyer vented, still bitter because Saif had won against him in a previous case.

“Objection, my lord! The lawyer is personally attacking my client, calling him insane and judging his personal life,” Saif’s lawyer argued.

“No, your honour, I am not making a personal attack; I am only stating what I’ve heard. When the police questioned him, he was laughing and saying that he committed the murder,” the opposing lawyer explained, causing everyone to look at Saif in shock. Irfan didn’t know how to save his nephew, who had confessed to the crime and dragged everyone down with him.

“My lord, my client did not shoot that girl,” Saif’s lawyer was struggling, realizing the case was far more complex than he had initially thought.

“Your honour, Saif Sultaan shot the victim directly in the heart. The victim was lucky the bullet narrowly missed her heart, but she suffered a cardiac arrest due to the shock, which is why her chances of survival were slim. But they say good things happen to good people, and she survived, foiling this man’s entire plan,” the opposing lawyer smirked, glancing disdainfully at Saif.

Saif, who had been praying for Ayesha’s safety for two days without rest, food, or sleep, froze for a moment upon hearing this. He looked up and smiled inwardly, thanking Allah. For two days, he had been repeating the same plea, “Oh Allah, even if I’m completely destroyed, just save my love.” He kept repeating this one sentence, and people were calling him mad. But could they be blamed? Every lover is mad. His was not an ordinary love, but a Love Obsession. How could he bear to see Ayesha taken away from him?

For one smile of yours, I'd give up all I hold dear, 

If you asked, I'd offer my life without fear. 

To be bound by your love forever is all I pray, 

God returned you to me, a blessing in every way.

Saif muttered these words to himself, not knowing why they came to his mind. He kept repeating the lines and smiling to himself, thanking Allah repeatedly for Ayesha’s survival.

“Do you have anything to say in your defense?” The judge’s voice pulled Saif out of his thoughts, and he looked at the judge.

A man brought Saif the Holy Quran. Saif placed his hand on it and said, “I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.”

“So, do you admit to your crime?” The lawyer asked.

“Yes, I fired the shot,” Saif replied, and then silently thought to himself, “(But I won’t say at whom, or that will be the whole truth).”

“As for firing the shot at Ayesha Shehriyaar, Saif Sultaan is sentenced to life imprisonment...” Before the judge could complete his sentence, Fardan burst into the courtroom.

“Your honour... I have something to say. I am the victim, Ayesha Shehriyaar’s, brother,” Fardan, panting, said.

“I would like to testify, your honour,” Fardan requested.

Now, Fardan stood in the witness box, hand on the Holy Quran, repeating the same words Saif had just said. Saif looked at Fardan in shock, fearing that he might implicate Saif’s father as well.

“Your honour, my sister regained consciousness yesterday and, Alhamdulillah, she is better now. But the shot that was fired at my sister was not fired by Saif but by his father, Furqaan,” Fardan’s confession shocked everyone present, but Saif stared at Fardan with anger. He didn’t want his father to go to jail, but his father had attempted murder. Saif was now trapped between his heart and mind. His heart told him to forgive his father, but his mind urged him never to look at him again.

“Furqaan kidnapped my sister and, in a fit of rage, shot her. Saif fired at his own father, Furqaan, in defense to save my sister. The real killer got away, and someone hid all the evidence against him, putting all the blame on Saif,” Fardan revealed the full truth.

“Your honour, with your permission, I would like to present evidence against Furqaan,” Fardan said, leaving Saif stunned. All the suffering he had endured for the past two days, the beatings he had taken from the police, now seemed futile. In the end, no sin remains hidden forever. Furqaan had to reap what he had sown, but Saif had wanted to bear the punishment for his father’s sins. However, now that was impossible.

“Permission granted,” the judge said, and Fardan presented some photos as evidence.

“Your honour, the bullet that hit Ayesha was a hollow point bullet of 9mm caliber, while the gun Saif fired was a Hornady InterLock with a soft point bullet of 270 Winchester caliber,” Fardan explained, having always dealt with such matters, making it easy for him to gather all the facts. When he presented the evidence, the police were embarrassed, having declared Saif guilty without a proper investigation.

“Considering all the testimony, the court declares Saif Sultaan innocent and orders his acquittal,” the judge’s verdict made Fardan very happy, but Saif did not feel any joy.

“The police are also ordered to arrest the real culprit, Furqaan Sikander, and present him before the court. Court dismissed,” the judge concluded, and began to leave. As soon as the judge left, everyone started to exit.

Fardan grabbed Saif’s hand, pulled him into the car, and drove away.

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