The Devil and I

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Hello my cute little cupcakes 🧁.

You guys ask for an update and here I cry that the book is coming to an end😭.

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This is the beginning of the end.

Abhiman's POV

Light is wrenched. Darkness has crept. The sunshine isn't there, I could feel iniquity.

That isn't how my wife is supposed to look. Ever. My pretty hazel eyes are not playful. They are scared, filled with tears of terror.

The lips aren't curving into that teasing smile which used to every man fall on their knees. It's rather compressed into quiver.

The face that used to turn red on my appearance and all shiny is all grim, dull and pale, like someone wrenched her life from her.

That someone is me. I am the one to be blamed for. I am her prisoner. I am the one who caused this. I am the one who thought bringing this topic was any worth it.

As soon as, Vanie lefts the room, I shut the door behind me and turn back to face Noor.

Multiple wires and drips and attached to Noor's body. An unpleasant beeping voice fills the surroundings. What have I done? What condition I have put her in? My heart yearns to rip all her pains from her life and put it in mine.

'Noor k chehra ka noor humne hi chheen liya.' My mind blames me as it should.

I gulp and my palms roll into fists as I pace towards her. I sit near her on the bedside as she sees right back at me in silence.

I look in her eyes. My pretty hazel eyes. 12 hours ago, I wasn't even sure that I would see them again.

12hours of not able to see those eyes was a torture. Big torture.

"Can.. can you hug me?" Noor says in almost inaudible voice. I have been dying to. Tears dare to escape my eyes at her helplessness but I don't let them.

In a click, I take her in my embrace, as tight as I can. I need to feel her up. I need to touch every part of her just to make sure this is real. My wife is ok. She is ok. My love is ok.

She tightens her arms around my shoulders and she sniffles and whimpers under my hold. Like she is holding herself from crying.

"I am sorry. I am so sorry. I am extremely sorry baby. i am so sorry." I say continuously kissing her head, her hair, whatever I can reach in her embrace. She lets go of me slowly bringing us back face to face.

I cup her cheek next moment and kiss her forehead.
"Humein maaf kr dijiye Noor. Humse bahut badhi galti hogyi."

I say and her eyes shut down and she lets those painful tears escape those beautiful eyes.

"It's.. it's okay Abhi. It's not your fault. I... I never told you. How.. how would you have known about my reaction.. or anything?" She hiccuped between her sentences as she grabs my neck lightly touching her forehead with mine.

She doesn't open her eyes and more tears fall paining my soul. Her tears-stricken face made me want to have a blood bath with a man, who is currently in horrible condition in my basement.

At this point I am nothing but helpless.

"No no. It is my fault. I.. I don't care what happened. I will never mention anything. I.. I just want you. I just.. just.." i gulp and hug her again and start blabbering again.