Humdard. [Sequel]

Four.

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Anaaya x Hassan.

"Come on, let me help you," He whispered, her clothes in his hands and his eyes focused on my face.

She thanked God so much every single day for this man.

This man who had been with her through thick and thin.

This man who had supported her in every way possible.

This man who had no idea how grateful she was to have him by her side.

Going through it was not easy.

Her heart yelled at her to stop, to not give in, to have this child.

But how could she? In between Zayaan, Rohaan, Abaan and Aira, she had forgotten about Anaaya.

Anaaya, the mother, Anaaya, the wife, Anaaya, the boss. But the real Anaaya? The happy Anaaya? She was lost.

And if it wasn't for Hassan, she would have fallen into deep pits of depression a long time ago.

When she told him that he would lose her three nights ago, he had asked her  why. And then she had broken down.

She had told him how much it frustrated her at times, how much it hurt at times, How she didn't feel good enough anymore, how being a mother was hard. And how she couldn't do this for another time.

God had given them four beautiful gifts. The fifth one, she couldn't have that. She couldn't do it.

She didn't want God to punish her for rejecting what was being showered upon her, but she simply could not lose myself.

She had been a patient of post partum depression twice. She didn't think she could come out of it for the third time.

I blinked slowly, causing my eyes to burn, she had cried, ofcourse she had. She had taken away something that was a part of me, she had chosen to take away a life.

"I just need to wear these."

She rasped, her throat raw, and prickly, like it was in desperate need of water,

Hassan tried to put her jeans back on, but her legs were shaking and it was hard to do so.

"I can do it." He mumbled.

"You sure?" He noted that her hands and legs were shaking.

Either it was because of the physical pain that she was in, either from the leftover anesthesia or either she was in too much pain from the soul.

Hassan understood Anaaya. He wanted to be angry at her, to be mad at her for making this decision and making him support her in it, but he just couldn't.

He knew she was in pain.

In life, you choose to do things for yourself or for the happiness of your loved ones but that decision, that choice, it still haunts you. Still hurts you.