The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 45

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6 months later...

The sky is clear and so is my vision. The world seems different and prettier to my eyes now. My world isn't dark anymore. It's becoming brighter with each passing day.

The thick fog has cleared. It took countless days but it's cleared now. The pain was constant and severe, more than I have tolerated in the past years. Sometimes, I thought I would finally die on the hospital bed with my wounded soul but I survived the never ending pain.

I have got back what I was about to lose. My parents, my family, my friends, my life and most importantly my wife. The life which was slowly running out of my hands is saved now.

I am not the same man I was before. The harsh reality and the suffering has crafted me into a different person.

My journey wasn't an easy one. I have a lot of low moments in these six months but slowly steadily I have rectified myself.

The tiny droplets of the morning dew under my bare feet, sent waves of calmness through my body. It was early in the morning and I was strolling in the lawn bare foot after offering my prayers. It has become my routine to wake up for fajar. Sometimes I wake up by myself and most of the time papa wakes me up and then we go to the nearby mosque in our locality to offer our morning prayer.

After strolling in the lawn, I went to the roof and witnessed the sunrise. I stayed there for a long time. The sense of calmness and freshness in the morning air can't be compared to anything in the world.

"Ehan! Come for breakfast beta" I heard my mother calling me for breakfast.

I walked downstairs where papa, mama and Sherry were waiting for me.

"Subh bakhair" I wished them a good morning and took a seat beside Sherry.

"You are glowing bhai!" Sherry passed me a teasing smile.

"Mashallah" My mother muttered loudly so that Sherry copies her. I kept watching my mother for some time. She was extremely guilty after my suicide attempt. She felt guilty leaving me when I needed her. She was scared to lose me once again. She still fears that something bad might happen to me or simply I try to kill myself again.

It's not the case now. I am not going to attempt anything like that again. My mind isn't on that track anymore. That painful phase has passed.

"Wasif sahb was asking for you to join their restaurant" Papa told me about the offer.

"I don't want to live here papa! That's not my dream job. I want to go back to the city" I said to him.

"You have already lost your dream job" He told me sadly.

"I want to make my career again in the same field" I said, determinedly.

"I thought it was a better option. You would live with us.." Papa was saying.

"I won't try to kill myself again. Don't worry about that. I will be alright!" I tried to assure them but I knew it wasn't fruitful they had this never ending fear of me harming myself again.

"We will talk about it later. Go and get ready for breakfast. You have your session today!" Papa reminded me.

"I forgot about that" I mumbled.