Our Defeat!

Determined;

As Karishma was sitting in the car, her heart pounded painfully in her chest. Aly’s words echoed in her mind, each one like a fresh wound reopening.

She had heard everything, and now, a wave of fear and confusion swept over her. "Yeh faisla ab mere haath mein nahi hai," Aly had said.

Did that mean he was considering distancing himself from her? After everything they had been through, after he had seemingly forgiven her, was he now pulling away? Her mind raced, unable to find peace. Kya Aly ne sirf humari pregnancy ki wajah se hume maaf kiya hai? Her mind raised.

Was it just a sense of responsibility, a good deed because she was carrying their child? Or had that forgiveness been real, rooted in the love they had once shared? And if it was real, why did it feel like their love was suffering now?

Tears welled up in Karishma’s eyes as she stared out the window, the darkness outside reflecting the turmoil inside her.

She had always believed that Aly’s love was unshakable, that no matter what, they could overcome anything together. But now, for the first time, she felt a growing distance between them, one that she didn’t know how to bridge.

“Aly… kya hum sach mein itne door ho gaye hain?” she thought to herself, her heart breaking at the possibility.
“Kya humare beech ka pyaar ab bas ek farz ban gaya hai?” The thought was unbearable.

She didn’t want to lose him, not after everything they had already lost and fought for. But the doubt gnawed at her, making her question everything—his forgiveness, their love, and the future they were supposed to build together.

“Ab hum kya karee?” Karishma whispered to herself, her voice trembling with emotion. She didn’t have the answers, and the fear of losing Aly was more overwhelming than anything she had ever felt before.

The silence between them in the car was heavy, filled with words unspoken, feelings unshared, and a love that now seemed so fragile. She wanted to reach out, to hold his hand, to ask him if they were truly okay.

But the fear of his response, of the possibility that he might confirm her worst fears, held her back. So, she sat there, silently crying, hoping that somehow, they could find their way back to each other before it was too late.

As they pulled up to their home, Aly parked the car and sat in silence for a moment, glancing at Karishma. He could feel the weight of her distress, the tension that had built up between them since that painful confrontation.

Her tear-streaked face and the way she trembled slightly in her seat made his heart ache. Despite his own anger and confusion, Aly couldn’t bear to see her like this.

He swiftly said : Karishma, ghar agya..
Breaking her trance, she quickly nodded her head and rushed inside the house.
Entering inside, Aly gently guided her to sit on the couch.

Without a word, he knelt down beside her and began to softly massage her, his touch tender and caring. Karishma looked at him, surprised by the sudden gentleness, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

The silence between them was thick with unspoken emotions. As he continued to massage her, Aly’s voice was low and soothing. “Karishma, main jaanta hoon aaj ka din tumhare liye kitna mushkil tha… hum dono ke liye.

Lekin yeh sab sirf ek din ka gussa hai. Sab tumse pyaar karte hain, tumhari fikar karte hain. Tumhara parivaar hamesha tumhare saath khada rahega, chahe kuch bhi ho.”

Karishma’s eyes filled with fresh tears, but this time they weren’t just from sorrow. There was a glimmer of relief, a small hope that maybe, just maybe, everything could still be okay.