"I'd even find you among a crowd of hundred people."
"𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑠 𝑘𝑎ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑘𝑦! Crowd of hundred people, 𝑡𝑢𝑚 value 𝑏𝑎𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑘𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑦𝑒 million 𝑏ℎ𝑖 𝑘𝑒ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑦."
Judgement is a discourse of narrow foresight. Which has yet...
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The sting of losing her father, the most important and beloved figure in her life, lingered like an indelible ache, etching a permanent scar in her soul. The sorrow gripped her heart like never before.
It was as if she was back to being the little girl who used to lock herself up in the room to cry her heart out when her mother had abandoned her and her father's sickness had taken over him.
Nothing made her happy. Nothing made her come out. She'd locked herself up in a shell. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Gule's depressed state didn't show any signs of the liveliness she had before.
She couldn't accept the fact that her father had also left her and was no more. However, life persists like an unyielding spirit. It keeps moving forward, dragging the broken fragments of the past.
During the first month, she'd barely talked or shed tears. The state of denial she was in had left Shaheer in as much agony. He never left her side, but it was as if she wasn't seeing or hearing anyone and anything.
After the burial, he'd somehow managed to bring her out of her father's room where she'd locked herself up for a week and brought her back to their home. But Gule's condition just worsened.
She'd once woken up in the middle of the night and left the house. Shaheer was thankfully awake and had followed behind her. She aimlessly walked on the street and if not for him stopping her by the main road, she'd have caused an accident.
He managed to bring her back home as she'd struggled to run out again. "Let go of me! Leave me alone. Everyone always leaves. Baba left. You'll leave too." She had pushed him away, crying hysterically. His heart broke hearing the words, as he caressed her face.
"I won't let go. Okay? I will never leave you. I will always be here. You will never be alone." He had promised with utmost sincerity and hugged her in a tight embrace.
After that, Shaheer knew he couldn't leave her alone at home to go for work so he requested for a position to work from home. He was shifted to the research team and did the online digging, asking Hunain to visit the sites from where he wanted more information.
Him being around her 24/7 had helped Gule to rely on him. She'd sit on his lap when he worked and hug him to feel his presence. She sometimes woke up in the middle of the night calling his name out like a chant. "Shaheer? Shaheer?"
"I'm right here." He'd reassure by pulling her closer and gently stroking her hair as she'd dip her face in the crook of his neck. His presence had become a much needed comfort for her, but he knew she needed psychological help to get back in her normal state.
Soon, she had started spending most of her time painting. Her paintings had been displayed and gained recognition at the exhibition even though she couldn't be there, they'd all been sold out.
