"Amir I am sorry and I love you", was all she said as she crashed to the ground.
She was shot.
ALIZEH WAS SHOT INSTEAD OF ME.
I felt my body weakening as my knees fell to the ground.
I tried to wake her up but she didn't.
{ ALIZEH'S POV }
"Baba what happened? Arrest him", I subconsciously said and I immediately regretted my action.
I looked at Amir who seemed as though his whole world had collapsed. He kept his eyes to the ground.
And suddenly, baba pointed his gun towards Amir.
Amir saw baba and he spread his arms out as though he wanted to die.
Oh God! What have I done?
I was so selfish, so wrapped up in my revenge. I had forgotten all that he had done for me. I had forgotten he was the one I loved. I had forgotten how he was ready to sacrifice everything and go to jail for me.
And now he was ready to sacrifice himself.
And baba pulled the trigger.
NOOOOOOOOOOO
I came in between as I tried to push Amir away but I got shot.
The bullet entered my chest as I felt immense pain in my body.
It was as though someone had sucked all the breath away from me. I felt my body stiffening as I instantly crashed to the ground.
"Amir I am sorry and I love you", I said to Amir while my eyes closed. It seemed as if those were my last words.
It felt as though I was already dead. As though my soul had already left my body. I couldn't feel my hands, face or anything.
I could only see Amir in front of me, trying to wake me up.
I wanted to wake up. I could feel his touch. But, I had nothing left in me to even move a finger.
Maybe this is what I deserved. I deserved death.
And my eyes closed immediately. I could feel baba and Amir lifting me up and putting me on an ambulance.
I could feel Amir's hand holding mine, as though the hand was craving for me to hold his. Craving for me to wake up.
All I wanted to do in that moment was hold Amir's hand, but I couldn't. I wanted to talk to ammi, but I couldn't.
I didn't wish for seeking revenge. I didn't wish for escaping. I didn't wish for the world. All I wished for was to live again.
And I myself didn't understand when and how my brain stopped. When my eyes closed.
I guess I was dead.
{ HAROON'S POV }
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
I shot my own daughter, Alizeh.
I was so lost, I didn't care about how my daughter was standing beside the man I was about to shoot.
Why, why, why?
Why is it that my family members have to always suffer. Shawkat left me, Laiba is in coma and now Alizeh?
Seeing my daughter being taken to the emergency section left me shattered. All alone and broken.
Never had I thought I would shoot Alizeh, with my own hands. She was the light of my eyes. My pride. My everything and perhaps the only person left for me in the moment.
Yet, I lost that too. I lost everything. I lost fucking everything.
"She is in a very risky state. We don't know if she will be able to live or not", the doctor said making shivers down my spine.
"What do you mean, she can't live! She is only 21... she has to live", I said as I grabbed the doctors collar.
"Please leave me", he said and I realized what I was doing.
"Sorry"
ALIZEH YOU HAVE TO LIVE. YOU CANNOT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS. YOU CAN'T JUST DIE.
I couldn't control myself and I punched the wall in anger.
Why did she have to suffer?
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The Lifelong Death
SpiritualAlizeh Malik is the daughter of a police officer. She is intelligent and soft hearted with a unique personality. Amir Mirza, the self centered and arrogant son of late Jahangir Mirza is seeking revenge for his fathers death. Haroon Malik had kille...