Mrs.Mirza

CHAPTER 38

Shahmeer and Shabbir were standing in the middle of the alley, their faces contorted with anger as they faced off. The sound of rain hitting the pavement echoed around them, adding to the tension in the air.

Shabbir, with blood dripping down his face, spoke through gritted teeth, "I don't want to fight, I just want Minha. Hand her over to me and I'll leave".

Shahmeer's eyes narrowed, he responded fiercely, "she's not a thing to be handed over me. She's a human, she's my wife, biwi hai woh meri". Without a moment's hesitation, Shahmeer pounced on Shabbir throwing him off balance as he landed a punch on his face.

Shabbir, already injured from their previous scuffle, didn't have time to defend himself and was left lying on the ground, blood covering his face. But he still had a cruel smile on his face as he spoke, "so what if she's your wife? I'll have her, even if it means by force", Shahmeer's regret was evident as he looked down at Shabbir, thinking he should have killed him when he had the chance.

Their fight continued in the pouring rain, with punches and kicks being thrown as they both fought for what they believed was rightfully theirs.

Fighting for someone who is not yours, is it even logical? No, it's not. But how do you make that clear to Shabbir?

He is blinded by his unhealthy fixation on Minha. His obsession with her knows no bounds. He doesn't care about anyone else.

All he wants is her.

He craves her.

He needs her like a person needs air.

But what he fails to realize is that scaring someone, stalking someone, black mailing them and sexting them is not love, it's down right harassment. 

However, who can make him understand that?

He has always gotten what he wanted in life, easily. But, now not being able to have Minha is driving him insane. He can't handle it. He needs to possess her, even if it leads his own downfall. Because in his twisted mind, if she can't be his, she can't belong to any one else either.

That's how psychotically obsessed and delusional he is. 

Shahmeer lost control of himself and viciously kicked Shabbir in the stomach. His mind was clouded with rage and he was determined to finish Shabbir off no matter what. With his tuxedo thrown aside and sleeves rolled up, his hands were covered in blood and his body was tense.

Minha belonged to him, how could Shabbir dare to claim her? She was his wife, his love, his everything, and he couldn't let anyone take her away. As he heard someone approaching, he ignored them, completely focused on Shabbir, who was struggling to stand and gasping and coughing violently.

Shahmeer aksed angrily, "Teri himmat kaise hui uske bare mein sochne ki?" He watched as Shabbir struggled to stand, only to stumble.

Shabbir giggled and replied, "sochne ke liye himmat ki nahi dimag ki zaroorat hoti hai". Rain poured down on his wounds, causing him to hiss in pain.

Shabbir has a talent for exacerbating people's anger since childhood. He knows how to push their buttons effectively.

"Tum jitna chutiya insan maine apni zindagi mein nahi dekha", Shahmeer spat on his face.

"Aur tum jitna bewakoof insan maine apni zindagi mein nahi dekha", Shabbir retorted chuckling.

"Kaha reh gaye the tum?", Shabbir asked angrily, causing Shahmeer to frown.

As Shahmeer turned to see who it was, a man around his age approached him with a knife in hand, attempting to stab him. As the man raised the knife to strike, Shahmeer twisted the blade against him and stabbed him in the stomach repeatedly, showing no mercy.