A journey of a couple who don't even know what plans destiny have for them and what will be thier future....what will happen when these two souls will get tie in a relationship which they both don't want.
Is Haroon and Maham meant to be together or...
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-Haroon pov ᯓ★ The room was thick with the tension that had been building up between us for days. The walls seemed to close in as we stood facing each other, both holding onto our own pain, neither of us willing to give in. I could feel the frustration in the air, thick and suffocating, and my mind raced for something—anything—that could break the silence.
"Maham, can we just talk? Can we finally be honest with each other?" I said, my voice calm but desperate. I was trying to understand, to figure out what I could do to make things right.
She didn't look at me, her eyes focused on the floor as if trying to avoid the hurt in my gaze. "What's there to talk about, Haroon? What is there left to say when everything feels broken?"
I stepped closer, not wanting to give up, but she backed away slightly. "I'm trying, Maham. I've been trying. But you won't let me in. What do you want from me?" My voice was steady, but inside, I was falling apart.
She finally looked up, her eyes hard and cold. "What do I want, Haroon?" She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. "I want peace. I want my happiness back. And for that to happen, I need you to let me go."
The words hit me like a punch to the chest. I froze, unable to process what she had just said. "What do you mean, let you go?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her lips trembled as she spoke, the anger now mingling with something else—something that hurt even more. "Meri khushi ke liye... mujhe chor sakte ho?" Her words were soft, but they sliced through me like a knife. She was asking for freedom, for release from this marriage, and the mere thought of it caused my heart to stop.
I stood there, the room spinning as her request echoed in my mind. I had never imagined this moment, never thought I'd hear those words coming from her. My mind screamed at me to fight, to beg her to stay, but my heart... my heart wanted nothing more than for her to be happy—even if it meant she wasn't with me.
For a long moment, I just stared at her. Her eyes were filled with so much pain, so much hurt that I couldn't bear to see her like this anymore. She was right in one thing: I wasn't what she needed. She needed peace, and maybe, just maybe, I wasn't the person who could give that to her.
"Jao," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Chor diya. If that's what you want..."
The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but they were true. I had to let her go, even if it tore me apart.
Without thinking, I took a step back, gently pushing her away from me. It wasn't harsh, just a slight nudge—almost as if I was trying to distance myself from the pain that was building up in my chest.
Her eyes widened, but she didn't say anything. She just stood there, looking at me with disbelief. I could see her chest rise and fall as she fought to keep her composure, but there was nothing left to say. No more words would fix this.
