The Remaining Story

《Chapter 6》

Shehzad closed the door after bidding Aarav goodbye and walked towards Wardah's room to talk to her. Apart from their discussion in the hospital and a few words in the car, they hadn't spoken at all. He stood near the door and thought what he would say. She was the sole reason behind him being in his farmhouse and not in jail. Her decision of not going to the police, single-handedly saved his career and that of hundred others who were a part of his film. She might have no idea but she held an absolute power over his life, at that instant.

What should I say? Sorry? Thank you?

He walked back to the staircase that led to his bedroom, deciding what he had to say didn't equal what should be said to her. As he climbed up the stairs, he tried to think of the last time he said thank you or sorry to someone. Apologizing and being courteous were not part of his etiquette.
And here I am, finding these words too small in comparison to her actions, he thought and walked towards his bedroom. The door was closed. Holding the doorknob he sighed deeply. "I can't go in," he mumbled and walked into the guestroom.

Until now, he was distracted. The moment he was alone and by himself, every event from last night resurfaced in his mind. Once again, the memories crushed him from within. He was broken and angry. Angry with her, for cheating on him. That too, with that man who left no stone unturned in destroying him, in any way possible.

Why did she do that? What made her leave him so easily, when just a month ago they had their wedding? Where did he go wrong in loving her? He had the urge to grab her and demand answers. He wanted her to see how hurt and broken he was. He wanted to beg her to clear this mess. He wouldn't blink an eye before agreeing to forget everything and start over again, if she asked for it even once.

Then he remembered the look on her face when he walked into the room and caught them making out. There wasn't a trace of guilt or shock on her face, just defiance and a cold smile. And Alistair's eyes radiated victory, as though he robbed him off his latest award. Which he was right, except that what he robbed wasn't an award, she was his wife.

"Sahab, dinner is ready," Anita informed, knocking on the door to break him out of his thoughts.

"Bring it upstairs. Make sure that girl eats well," he instructed, looking at her with tired eyes.

"Okay Sahab. Will you be sleeping here? I cleaned your bedroom for you," she asked.

"Yes, I'll be here. Get me some clothes and a towel from that room," he replied resting his head on the mattress. Anita returned a few minutes later with a set of clothes and a towel.

"Bring me dinner when I come out of the shower," he told making his way to the bathroom.
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At the dinner table, Mala and Anita insisted Wardah to have some soup. The exhaustion and weakness caused her to lose her appetite.

"You can't have medicines on an empty stomach," Mala chided feeding her a spoonful of soup.

"Even Shehzad isn't having dinner. He also needs to take medicine," Wardah protested like a five year old.

"Who said he is not eating?" Anita asked.

"He's not at the table. That means he is skipping dinner," she folded her arms across her chest, "and so am I!"

"Sweety, he doesn't have a broken leg that needs to heal and Anita served him dinner upstairs, which I'm sure he's eating and not fussing about like a kid," Mala smiled, feeding a sulky Wardah.

So mature yet so childish, Shehzad mused standing at the foot of the staircase. He came down to keep his dinner tray in the kitchen when he stopped to witness her fuss.

This is the first time she's done something that normal humans do; he thought and grabbed a bottle of liquor. If there was any sleeping taking place tonight, it would be because of alcohol.

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After having dinner and taking her medicines, Wardah dozed off immediately. She was too exhausted and the medicine made her sleepy.

Shehzad stared at the empty bottles around him. This much alcohol should have numbed him. But even then, he couldn't stop thinking of his wife. Every memory of her was like a cut on his heart and with every drink the cuts were only getting deeper.

He lifted the bottle to his lips, it was empty.

Throwing it against the wall, he stood up and leaned on the wall for support. After stumbling and almost falling thrice on the staircase, he reached the bar and grabbed another bottle.

He noticed a faint light falling on the bar. The door to one of the guestroom was ajar. He walked towards the door, stumbling on his way and peeked in. The room was fairly lit from the moonlight and the lamps outside since the curtains weren't drawn. He saw light falling on a face. Narrowing his eyes, he tried to concentrate. It is a face, his mind confirmed.

It seemed as if the light from her face was reflected by the moon.

He shook his head at the impossibility of it but stood there, transfixed at the sight.

Blinking repeatedly, he tried to clear his vision. It was Wardah's face. Only she looked more ethereal and angelic than the last time he saw her. It wasn't possible for a human to look so angelic. It wasn't possible for a human to radiate so much calmness that it could be felt even by a man who was drunk to his bones.

Anita had informed him that she had slept. But she was awake, sitting with her back resting on the pillow. Her hands were cupped in front of her face, eyes closed and lips moving slowly.

What is she doing? How can she look so peaceful? He wanted to go and sit near her. Ask her what she was doing. He surely was rich, but her serenity made him feel very poor. Very deprived. He didn't have an ounce of what she owned. He wanted to ask her to make him forget everything. Or at least make him sleep to escape this pain for a while. Looking at her, he felt like she possessed the power to make his storms die.

Shaking his head, he walked back to the bar and drank more. She was so pure; it somehow felt wrong to go near her intoxicated.

Even in this extremely drunk state, it felt wrong....

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