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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And with that one statement Iraj was crying aloud. Both Siraj and Azfar stood horrified, fiercely shaken. Iraj couldn't bear it anymore, and hurried inside pulling away from Azfar's hold on her. She didn't know how the whole place was empty with only furniture but she spotted a couch and threw her body on it. She could feel the sensations of her tremors now.
She knew very well what her mother would say now about her. And her father would keep on staring at her with pity. A growing emotion for her.
"Azfar, let me talk to my child. Please. If you want I can even beg you—"
"Siraj uncle please don't make me feel ashamed of myself more than I already am. Please don't say something like this."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, for you, you've always been a son to me, I can't tolerate pain in my daughter's life. I just need to see her once. I've already lost time." Azfar felt so devastated looking at the man who had never been defeated in his life. He looked miserable.
"I won't make her look at my face, I'll talk to her without letting her see me, let me go inside Azfar." As tears poured down Azfar's eyes he shut them unable to speak. He could hear the sound of her loud cries. Siraj didn't wait further to let Azfar permit him and went through the open door.
"Iraj. It's baba. Sweetheart." He sat down behind her facing her back on the couch and gently placed his hand on her head. Her body was curled up on the couch. She held her cries inside and silenced them. Not speaking or turning to look at him.
"I went to that hospital, a day back, there was a welfare officer whom I wanted to meet, and then I met with a few doctors. One of them was the one who is your consultant. The neurologist. Dr Rameez. I was telling them about my children, my pride. My everything. At the mention of your name, he asked me how you were doing since you haven't been there, and that it had been months. To say I was shocked is an understatement." A dry laugh left his mouth.
"Baba didn't know sweetheart. Baba didn't know anything. His child didn't tell him. Because he didn't deserve to be told. Iraj, you are a part of me, you are Siraj Kazmi's child that he had asked Allah for in every prayer. You are my most loved person. I have never said it but everyone knows that you were always more important to me, more dear to me than even my first born. I used to feel guilt for not feeling the same for Rehaan. I just didn't ever think it was possible that you would feel like I wouldn't be worthy of being your support. Baba is so sorry Iraj. But baba can't breathe knowing that you are in pain. He can't."
By now she was shaking as her cries had been stuck in her throat for a long time and hearing everything her father had been saying. She wasn't able to speak.
"Is it because I had forced you to marry Azfar that you felt I wouldn't understand you? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I am terribly sorry mera bacha. If I would've known that one decision would make you feel so distant towards me, I would've never done it. My beautiful child didn't even oppose to it. And I didn't even ever wonder how she was all those years away from me. I was so convinced that Azfar would be the best person to trust you with, I just had so much faith in him that it made me feel relieved when I was busy with work. But that didn't mean that I shouldn't have checked up on my child. I was supposed to be the father even then. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for forgetting. Iraj, baba ko maaf kardo, he will do whatever you want. Baba will never forgive himself if you cry more."
