Ulfat ; محبت
"Where do you think you are going?" I asked while looking at her whose eyes were wide open
"Woh....Mai.." she was saying as I pulled her more closer to me and she gasped I put my face near her neck and inhale her vanilla scent she pu...
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Sahzaib's POV
I sighed and pressed my fingers against my eyes, trying to push away the fatigue clawing at me.
I had come straight to the hospital from the airport, as soon as I got the news about Zurfasha.
Zurfasha...
I still can't believe Awalmir had the nerve to show up. That man...hasn't he done enough damage already? Hasn't he ruined my sister's life once? Why is he back?
I had gone to Islamabad to finalize a deal. A project that means more to me than anything else right now. I'm opening an NGO for abused women those who are thrown away by their families. Those who are shattered, broken, and left with nothing but pain.
A safe place... so no other girl has to become another Nida.
Nida...
The name still haunts me. Her silence. Her pain. Her eyes screaming for help that never came.
For once in my life, I wanted to do something meaningful something that would make Ammi proud.
But I never did.
And I regret that.
Every single day.
If I could go back in time, I would wrap my arms around her and say:
"I'm sorry, Ammi... maaf kar dein. Main hamesha aapka bura beta raha. Zurfasha ka bura bhai. Main ne kabhi aapko khushi nahi di. Main maafi kelaayak nahi hoon."
(I'm sorry, Ammi... please forgive me. I've always been a bad son. A bad brother to Zurfasha. I never gave you a single moment of happiness. I don't deserve forgiveness.)
I was sitting on a bench outside the emergency ward, Ayaat curled up peacefully in my lap. Her tiny body rose and fell with every soft breath she took.
My baby...
I ran my fingers gently over her chubby cheeks and smiled, a fragile, tired kind of smile.
She's my only peace in this entire storm.
Then I felt it a gaze burning into me. Heavy. Familiar.
