Bruised ✔

Chapter 7

Chapter No 7

"What should I do now?" She was biting and chewing her nails, something she always do whenever she's in tension

"Go and rant him more if anything is left" Rebecca said in a scolding manner and it irked her now

"Please Beca I am asking for advice" Meerab told her everything happened last night. Today she tried to apologize but it turned out to be a dejavu except for the fact now Wali was ignoring her

"It's simple Meera, just go and say sorry to him"

"I wish it could be that simple" she sighed. She could not forget his hurt at her words

"Ok try this one …" Rebecca told her something to which she reluctantly agree

"Did that creep contact you again?" Rebecca suddenly changed the topic and she then realized that she almost forgot about him. It happened always when she would think that he would not return in her life, he would make a comeback and turn her small world upside down in a fraction of second. Meerab felt an unknown fear spreading around her at the mere mention of him

"No, but I can't escape him for long, you know that" It was the harsh reality of her life and she has to live with it. For the next fifteen minutes Rebecca lectured her to take a stand for her; to take Wali and her mother in confidence and like always she just silently listened to all of it. Right now her biggest concern was Wali's anger and to get his apology

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She once again peered at the wall clock. 1:00 am and he was still not home. Her eyes were drooping now as once she glanced at her efforts to keep her awake. Two cups of coffee, three cups of tea and it was almost her third movie on the TV now. Before she could completely drift to sleep, Allah has mercy on her and Wali entered the hall

She quickly turned off the TV. Wali who was going straight to his room took a brief look at her, specifically the table in front of her. Empty mugs, magazine and TV remote was clearly telling him that she was waiting for someone, maybe him. Ignoring, he stepped to climb the stairs when halted, hearing her calling him

"Wali wait" just for a moment, he again climbed the stairs ignoring her footsteps behind him. She was taking hasty steps gathering her full length gown. She didn't realize when her foot slip; a shriek left her mouth as soon she held the railing for support causing him to turn back

She sat on the stairs holding her right leg for a moment forgetting where she was going. Wali thought for a while and then came to her. He knelt down in front of her a step beneath her on the stairs

"What was the hurry? Why were you running like this?" He exclaimed angrily and when his eyes lifted to meet her tearful black orbs, he felt lost

Her eyes were sad and somewhat blank

She was wearing the white gown he gifted her along with bangles, bracelete, earrings. Even she sprayed the fragrance he got for her. Without any makeup, only a white scarf adoring her face; she was paving her way to his heart. Her face turned red trying to bear the pain erupted at her foot. He averted his gaze and ask her to lift the gown

"Show me your foot"

"I am fi …" not putting an ear to her words, he held her foot firmly in his hand. Massaging her ankle a bit he looked up at her

"It will hurt a little so try to bear the pain quietly" she felt his words were explaining her condition. She was carrying and bearing the pain alone for so many years. She didn't flinch nor gasped a bit when he twisted her foot, rather she felt comfort washed her