"There will be no divorce, ever. So think before you say yes." His view fixated on her.
"I've already said yes." Her voice and eyes were dim, too much for anyone to not notice.
"I'm a cruel man so don't you dare humiliate me if you get cold feet and...
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"Rehaan." Shahwar was inside the library, it was late evening and she'd been inside her room all day after she'd seen the message on his phone.
She couldn't take it anymore. She knew her brain was close to another nervous breakdown if she wouldn't talk about it.
"Yes, Shahwar? Do you need something?" He thought she might be feeling uncomfortable because of the hormonal tension due to her period.
"I need answers." Her voice was so empty and soft she thought she needed to be more firm about it than her usual self.
Rehaan gave her a puzzled look, "Answers? Answers to what?" Her expression was unreadable.
"The truth." She walked forward towards a table that stood in between the two of them.
"Truth? Truth about what?" He truly didn't know what she was talking about.
"About how is it okay that you can go around and cheat on me." She wanted to cry already looking at his face growing red.
"Shahwar do you know what you're talking about." His eyes turned into fury, he couldn't believe what she'd just said.
"You tell me. Tell me!" Her voice raised up and she passed him an accusatory look.
"Tell you what." Rehaan was trying to not lose his calm.
"Why? Why is that woman in your life? Isn't her own husband enough for her!" Shahwar had never been angry at anyone in her life, she had tried her best to sound very angry with all her might, to express herself.
"Shahwar, what's wrong with you? What woman?" His immediate response came without even his own realization but then he felt like he knew. Rehaan Kazmi was an absolutely sharp man, he after speaking had an idea what woman his wife must've been talking about.
"Why are you lying to me! You promised you'd always be honest with me Rehaan! Why is she still in your life? What kind of a woman is she?" Her tears had already gathered near the lower lids.
"Shahwar." The warning came like the old Rehaan she knew and he now knew too whom she was talking about, with such disgust.
"Why? Is she so precious to you, you can't even listen to the truth about her?" She sniffed back her breath, "How can someone be so sickening? Do you like such women?"
"Shahwar enough." He closed his eyes trying to calm himself.
"Oh, is it upsetting you?" She pursed her lips as they curved to finally let her cries out, but she pressed them together and her nose started to numb, and then she spoke again,"This is upsetting you but it doesn't upset you that your wife is hurting! You care about that characterless woman who's cheating on her husband with another woman's husband!"
"Stop it! You don't know what you're talking about Shahwar!" When he raised his voice Shahwar shuddered with fear and blinked hard.
"Fine. Your Beena is important to you, fine!" She tried breathing from her mouth shaking as tears flew down in an immense painful amount. "So what does it make me? Who am I if she doesn't have a problem in becoming a mistress?"
"Dur e Shahwar. I won't hear another word. Go back to the bedroom. Now." He was so serious that she could've run back to the room because of how dangerously petrifying his eyes were right now.
"No, I won't. I won't Rehaan. Why?" She cried looking for mercy from him.
He stood silent, he couldn't believe his Shahwar could say such things about another woman. The words she had used for Beena were too disrespectful to be tolerated.
"Rehaan. Please. Why can't you leave her? Why? Why can't you love me?" He was still silent.
"Batayen mujhe? Aap mujhse pyaar kartay hain na Rehaan?" Her blinking began and lips started puckering to contain her crying. "Please."
(Tell me? You do love me right Rehaan?)
"Nahi karta." He was so upset with his wife, how could she think of such things. Now he wanted her to let her think whatever she had already thought of.
(I don't.)
Shahwar started to breathe rapidly as her eyes burned with painful tears, "Nahi kartay pyaar mujhse aap?" She pleaded like a child.
(You don't love me?)
"Nahi karta." He repeated with same coldness.
(I don't.)
"Bilkul nahi kartay?" It was her final request as her blinking quickened, her lips pouting with misery.
(Not even a little?)
"Nahi karta." Then her heart gave up. She had finally learned the truth. There was nothing to do anymore.
(I don't.)
Her steps retreated to her bedroom where she broke down on the floor with loud cries. He didn't love her. He didn't. What would she do now? Abba ji was gone. She had only Rehaan in her life. But he didn't want her. He had finally told her today. Now who was there for her? No one. She had no one. Again. She'd been abandoned. Her abba ji wasn't there to wipe her tears she remembered, she had never felt so much pain that it made her feel like her whole body was vacant. She couldn't sense any weight inside her body except for the prickling pain. The pain was so unbearable, telling her how she'd never been anyone's choice. Why? If she had no one then who was she going to live for? She tried to gasp for air but it didn't help the slightest. Then she looked up towards the terrace doors and started to walk.
Rehaan had broken a shelf hitting it in abominable anger. Shahwar had left but his body had started to shake remembering her tears and cries. He'd said such nonsense in his anger to make her regret her words. The moment she'd gone out of his sight he realized how he had dared to make her suffer even if she'd said things that weren't right. He shouldn't have. No matter what. On top of everything he had let her walk away from there with everything he had said to spite her. His Shahwar was not to be treated like that.
He growled in distress at himself with his hands covering his face as he tried to get hold of his breathing. Minutes later he was running to the bedroom to his wife, he had to apologize for his outburst. He would beg on his knees if she'd wanted him to, do whatever she'd ask him to do till she'd forgive him. He would explain everything to her about Beena.
"Shahwar." He entered the room calling her, "I'm sorry jaan I—" his words hung in the air incomplete at the sight in front of him.
His throat lost its capacity to work, Shahwar was standing on the terrace rails. She was going to jump. Rehaan felt like life left his own body seeing her.
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Because of these two, I've cried in reality remembering my own traumas.💔
