"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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The next two days Shahwar was in her room, she hadn't stepped out of it even for a minute. Rehaan would look at her and she wouldn't even turn her eyes towards him. She had not said a word to him since two whole days. She had not spoken at all, other than a few nods at the house helping staff who would bring food for her. Rehaan himself didn't try to push her to speak to him. He was fine with however she wanted to treat him. But her pain was not something he was fine with. Reason for it all was the man himself.
She was sitting on the bed her head resting on the headboard as it appeared like she was looking at whatever was in front of her eye direction but she wasn't really putting her eyes to focus on anything. Her mind was somewhere else. She was thinking of how useless she was. She couldn't go to her work anymore. She had been feeling too tired to even walk since two days. Not knowing for how long she'd be feeling that.
"Shahwar." Rehaan tried to swallow his own breath before he spoke to her.
Shahwar's eyes moved from their constant gaze to glance at him for the shortest fraction of a second. He knew she wasn't going to address him with her voice. He sat down next to her keeping his distance that she'd been maintaining with him for a while now. Despite it all, he knew he had to talk to her. It was needed for her to be told everything.
"Jaan, Beena's husband is my business co-collaborator. She has worked for his company before she married him. She was the one who had most of the files related to our initial contract in her records so that's why she had contacted me for sending those to me." Shahwar was quiet.
Rehaan paused and looked at her once again before he spoke again, "We spoke after an entire year and that was just related to work, only till she asked about how you were doing and then I told her about how my wife had made me better." Shahwar still didn't move or even show any reaction to everything that was being said.
"The only conversation I've had with her was about not compromising or making mistakes when it came to my wife's happiness and when she would send the files to my secretary. There was no other conversation my love. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it. But I never felt like she was that important to be discussed about." Complete silence was on Shahwar's end. In every aspect.
"If you want I can send my call records from the billing end. If you want to ask anything else I'm willing to explain it all. But even if you don't believe me, I'll just say that there is no one that I have ever loved except for you. I used to think that I was in love with Beena before we got married but once you were there Shahwar I promise I truly realized how much I never really loved her. It is just you for whom I feel what I have never felt in my entire life before." His voice started to break a little, "I'm sorry it took me so long to say it, but I love you Shahwar." She blinked just once.
Shahwar had tried to listen to everything he had said and the more he told her the more she felt like something in her belly was making her uncomfortable. "I will put your face identification on my phone, you can see whatever you want. I'll use the passcode to unlock it for myself. If there's more that you want to know I can do that too to prove it all. I just want you to know, Shahwar I know I—" His words broke off when he saw her face. What was he even doing. "I'll go down and get something for you to drink. You look too pale jaan." He placed his phone in front of her and stood up to move to the door.
He left the room and Shahwar recalled what he had told her. If only he had told her everything before. If only. The pain in her abdomen was shooting up now. Rehaan came back to the room with apple juice and some guavas. He knew she loved them. Though she had barely eaten any of the things she was given in the past two days, all of them being what she loved to eat.
"Drink this, you'll feel better." He placed the wooden tray in front of her. Shahwar didn't move her hand to hold the glass of juice, Rehaan felt maybe she didn't want to drink or eat because he had brought it for her. "Okay, I'll ask Isabel to get these for you." He stood up and took the tray in his hands and was about to leave when Shahwar tugged the hem of his shirt, her pain was almost unbearable now.
"What is it sweetheart?" He placed the tray on the bedside table and sat right beside her at once.
She couldn't speak, the waves of pain were making her mute, so she closed her eyes and placed her chin on his shoulder, pressuring it. "Kya hua Shahwar? What's wrong?" He started rubbing her back not understanding because of her silence. "You're scaring me now."
(What happened Shahwar?)
She kept on breathing into his neck not knowing how the pain would ease or go away. Rehaan's eyes lost their color when he saw blood on the bedding where Shahwar was sitting. He at once lifted her in his arms and then carried her out of the house running towards the car.
His mind had stopped functioning properly. Shahwar's forehead was sweating, her eyes were closed though she was awake but didn't have the strength to keep her eyes open. They soon reached the hospital, Rehaan wouldn't put his wife down on any of the beds as Shahwar kept on shaking her head when any of the doctors or nurses would tell him to lay her on the hospital bed. "Dis-moi juste où l'emmener." He said to the fifth person who asked him to put Shahwar down on the stretcher to be taken for examination room.
(Just tell me where to take her.)
"S'il vous plaît, je ferai très attention monsieur, s'il vous plaît, déposez-la, sinon cela pourrait devenir plus grave, quoi qu'il lui arrive." A female doctor said to him, he again looked at Shahwar who shook her head and tears came down her cheeks.
(Please, I'll be very careful sir, please put her down, otherwise it might become more severe, whatever is happening to her.)
"I won't go anywhere my love, please, just a few minutes more and they'll tell us what's wrong." He reluctantly bent and laid her down on the bed near him.
The nurses drew the curtain around her bed and asked him to stand a little away from there for a while. It was a matter of ten to fifteen minutes when the doctor came to him, "Je suis vraiment désolé M. Kazmi, mais votre femme a perdu le bébé."
(I'm so sorry Mr Kazmi, but your wife has lost the baby.)
Rehaan was standing there in a thunderstruck silence and shock. What was the doctor telling him, he didn't know anything himself. "De quoi parles-tu?"
(What are you talking about?)
"Oh, est-ce que vous et votre femme ignoriez son état ? Elle était enceinte de quatre semaines. Elle subissait beaucoup de stress, ce qui a provoqué une fausse couche." The doctor gave him a sympathetic look and he had never experienced remorse more than what he was feeling right now.
(Oh, is it that you and your wife were unaware of her condition? She was four weeks pregnant. She was under a lot of stress which caused the miscarriage.)
His Shahwar didn't even know about it. The stress. Yes that. And the pain. And the hurt. All of it that he had given her, that had caused it. He had not even thought of them having a child but now the loss was making his heart ruptured. Not just the child, he had lost the person who was his happiness. He'd taken away so much from her in the span of so little time.
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