Do Not Worry, My Sweetheart (Broken Dreams 1)

Finale

He had a pleasant meeting with his childhood friend in his office. His friend asked about his wife and he angrily looked at him. His friend asked him to think about her. He was answerless. He said recall all the pleasant moments with her and he had none except that of the last night when she was looking beautiful. His friend made him to think twice at this matter and left.

He went out and drove much that day. He was constantly combating with a question. He was thinking of her and his attitude with her. She was innocent but he was fierce. She was sweet and he was bitter. She was adaptable but he was not. She loved him but he did not. She was merciful but he was cruel. He thought of that incident which took place that morning and was ashamed. He thought about his charm and she appeared on the screen of his mind saying, "Yes I am beautiful to accompany you". He smiled and started his car with a new vision. He was ready to spend his remaining life with her as he had firm belief that she would forgive him for his past mistakes. He moved and dust blew by the tires of his car. He was smiling and his smile was beautiful she had always said.

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He opened the door of their room and the sight was unbelievable. She was there. She was dressed in red. She was smiling but he was still. He cried her name and flowery tiara he had bought for her fell down from his hand. He rushed to her and turned her. She was silent. He checked her breathing but she wasn't. He screamed her name and she was speechless. She was lifeless. The blood painted his hands red and his white shirt got a scar on it. She was dead. He was crying. He was weeping like a child but she had gone to never come again. He suddenly saw a book she used to write in and held it up. The pages made whispers as they slide on each other and the page she was writing opened with a pen placed in the mid. He began reading and the tears rolled down his thick eyelashes.

I wish you stay for a moment

To make this heart pacified

How do I stop you?

Wish every misery coming towards me falls away

When I fill my eyes by you

Wish we talk without uttering a single word

If you are with me

If you are with me

As in your flowing world like a lake

Resides my world

In your love

I craft myself in your habits

If you are with me

If you are with me

It seems like the day is a blink's time

Sitting only thinking of you

Wish every misery coming towards me falls away

When I fill my eyes by you

Wish we talk without uttering a single word

If you are with me

If you are with me

Wish this heart will get pacified

If you are with me

If you are with me

Wish every misery falls away

If you are with me

If you are with me

Wish this heart flies out

If you are with me

If you are with me

Wish every misery falls away

If you are with m

He was experiencing something. It was an epiphany disclosed at him. He questioned himself that did she loved him this much. He remembered once he was driving so fast to make her terrified and moon was breaking through her beautiful hair. He again looked at the last line of what she wrote just before he murdered her and found it incomplete. She was trying to write "me" but she couldn't manage to do so.

She loved him and he killed her. How strangely and oppositely he answered her!

He was experiencing home sickness that time. When he began to feel love he murdered her love. He looked at her and kissed her forehead. He had to embark on an all alone journey for the years to come. It was not an uphill task, but with the realization that he had his hands stained with her blood was definitely something brutal as it sounds; killing, throbbing and stabbing.

He was the ruthless warrior and here he made a mistake; he forgot God. 

A terrible pain arose at his left side and his feet rebelled to bear his weight. He was suffocating. He was coughing and trying to escape the sigh. He was afraid of death before but that time he wanted it desperately. He wanted to die as this could be the only possible thing which could drag both of them together. He wanted to be with her but he did not have much time. His neck turned and he died.

They both were looking like an artistic portrait of two desperate lovers painted red. They both completed that picture together. His eyes were closed but were towards her blushing, smiling face. His face was agitated but she was pacified as she won his heart before he came to know about her death. Love was combating with a painful hiraeth and was supposed to experience it in future also as they both were the right better halves for each other. Only they both completed each of them. She met with a beautiful serendipity and he countered a trivial quest to meet the love she loved him with.

History tells that that day reported the greatest number of lovers who locked their love at lover's bridge in Paris. They both could not make a difference in their lives but after them love enchanted everywhere, everywhere.

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AssalamoAlaikum,

So this had been the journey of love where the rain was in love with fire.  The fire is always supposed to wreak and break the delicacies of anything. 

Their journey was bound to face such disaster as the destination they were moving towards. Many women today sacrifice their lives just to conceal the scars on their souls. This is the tribute to all the victims of domestic violence, irrespective of their gender, as the issue is not gender-specific. 

Well, on a lighter note, thank you so much for reading. This story is one of my very first stories so you may find any lack of detailing or any other flaw. But I am trying to improve and your support will make me do it for sure. Please vote and comment. You cannot believe how much happiness I get when I check the views and any other notification about my stories. 

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And yes, I'll be back again.

Byeee

Allah Hafiz.