"If you try to trust me i'll never break it i promise." He said more like stated.
"It's not easy for me to trust anyone anymore." She said with a sad smile.
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"Suck it," he said, forwarding his finger in front of my mouth.
I grabbed his finger and attached it to my mouth.
The tension in the room is not working.
He tried to take back his finger but I didn't leave.
"Khirad, leave my finger," he said in a calming tone.
I bite on his finger and leave.
"Ouchh! kitni zalim hain ap biwi ji" he said, jerking his finger.
I chuckled at his compliment.
I grabbed his biceps and made him sit on the bed.
I cut the cake with another knife and made him eat the cake.
"Thank you for going above and beyond for me, even when it wasn't easy." I whispered huskily in his ears.
"I can do anything for you," he said meekly.
"Still it cannot change the fact that I hate you" I said kissing his earlobe.
"Kyun kar rahi hain Khirad? Mera kya kasoor hai?" he questioned in a pleading voice.
"Moiz bhai ka kya kasoor tha? Rubaab ka kya kasoor tha?" I questioned him back.
Tears started forming in my eyes.
I cannot forget those scary nights.
"Meine toh nahi mara Moiz ko Khirad" he said in a cracked voice.
"Wajah toh aap hi hain" I said holding his collar a lone tear escaped from my eyes.
"Meine jo bhi kiya aap ke liye kiya Khirad" he said with a hint of remorse in his eyes.
"Mujhe apse nafrat ho gayi hai, aap ka wajood mere liye na kabil e bardashat hai" I said shouting loudly, tears strolled down my cheeks.
"Kis baat ki saza de rahi ho Khirad mujhe? Mohabbat karta hun iss baat ki ya sirf tumse karta hun iss baat ki?" he said, completely defeated in front of me.
I completely broke down at his words.
I left his collar and sat on the bed.
"Kyun kiya mere liye Arsam? Na kartein kuch bhi mera bhai toh mere sath hota" I said wiping my tears.
"I'm sorry Khirad," he said, cupping my cheeks.
"Aap ke maafi mangne se mera bhai wapas nahi aayega" I said, removing his hand from my cheeks.
But he tightened his hold.
"Mein mar jaunga Khirad aap khud ko mujhse yun door na karein" he said in a crying glistening at the edges of his eyes.
