She fell in love. She couldn't be with him. She married someone else. She fell in love again. Then she fell apart.
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Iraj Kazmi knows only one thing, that she's always right. Then life proves her wrong...
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"Are you never going to even open this box and see?" Azfar stared at the untouched bags and the box of things he had gotten for his wife three days ago.
"They are yours, not mine." She was combing her hair looking in the mirror and turned around to see him watching her with the same intense gaze that he had been giving her since they'd gotten there.
The last three days she had just been in the bedroom using her phone and then she walked outside in the garden with her AirPods listening to music in the evening. She had done her best to avoid him, not even faltering for a second when the weakest moments came, especially when he'd rub and massage her feet every night before sleep, get her favorite food cooked and send her favorite snacks for her with flowers every evening to the garden.
"I got them for you, not me." He had waited for her to at least take a look out of curiosity but she had not even tried to go near the shopping bags and the packed box.
"With your money, I don't earn so it's not—"
"Iraj. Please." He knew exactly what she meant by that. She was using his words against him. And his wife was stubborn so she'd never let it go easily, at least not when he had been the one to break her heart with everything he had said.
She pushed her hair strands behind her ear and sighed, "I'm only saying what's right. I've never worked so I can't leech off of your money."
Her words were hurting him, more than she could've even imagined, Azfar recognized a heavy lump forming in his throat, his eyes saw her standing near the dresser with her hands folded on her chest passing him the most nonchalant expression, "You didn't even ask for these things, I got them myself."
"I don't take gifts from anyone, you know it." Her response was calm and unaffected like she was speaking to any random person or stranger.
"Please jaan, just at least take a look at them, if it's not to your liking then I'll throw them away." He moved his hand in the direction of the things placed near the door to the changing room.
The end of his statement made her uneasy, she couldn't admit to the fact that it was truly bothersome for her to watch unused things being discarded, "This is—okay fine." Her tone turned from irritated to a gasped surprise when she moved to open the box first, "Didn't you say you had only one that day?" She stared at the big thing filled with abundance of candies that made her too happy for her lack of consideration about her feelings.
"I did. Then I changed it to past tense." Azfar smiled to her complain, "For you."
Iraj cleared her throat avoiding his gaze at her face, "Right." She opened the huge paper bags and saw all the clothes and the handmade hand bands she had wanted to get for herself when they'd gone for the shopping few days earlier, she took a deep breath and moved to the box of candies that could fit a tv screen, "I'll take the candies and uh—you can keep those." She pointed to the clothes and accessories referring to not wanting to accept those.
