𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐑 ✓

| irony |

❛ We each begin in innocence, We all become guilty ❜

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"I always knew this would end, everything ends, but I never thought it'd end like this" Her head drops as she takes a deep breath whilst tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You made every effort Mehrul, he is liable for everything" Zohra gently held her palm in hers and sighed in despair "In fact, my poor son isn't at fault either. His father and I should be held accountable. If only we had raised him with the love and care he deserved, this day wouldn't have come. If only we hadn't traded on our son for our careers" Zohra sobbed silently.

Mehrul remained silent, she knew it was true. If not entirely true, Murtaza's parents were partly responsible for their wretched lives. However, she never took exception for their actions.

Not knowing how to sympathize with the woman who was racked with guilt at the moment at her own past action, Mehrul quietly perched beside her sleeping daughter. Her fever was still high.

The covert distressed in the room went unremembered when a maid rushed into the, almost tripping at the doorway. The feral look on her face clearly evinced her shock.

"Begum sahiba, woh.. Murtaza sahab aain hai. Aap jaldi chalein"
(Ma'am..Murtaza is here, you need to come down quickly)

"Murtaza yahan aaya hai?" Zohra's eyes went wide in shock.
(Murtaza is here?)

Four years ago, when Murtaza moved out of his parents house, he had made it clear that he would never step in this house again, come what may. It was a known fact that Murtaza was a man of his words and to believe that he went against his words for, probably the first time in his life was nothing less of a shocker to everyone.

Zohra and Mehrul rushed down to reach the living area, the former in extreme worry while the latter a little reluctantly. Upon reaching the hallway, a shuddered gasp left from Zohra's mouth at her son's state-drenched from head to toe, eyes were red and his black hair wet and disheveled, face pale and foot bare.

As their footsteps approached him, Murtaza lifted his head and caught sight of Mehrul scurrying towards him with an indescribable frown etched on her face. The corner of his mouth lifted up into a weak smile as he instantly trudged towards her.

"Mehrul aise kon adhi raat ko ghar chod kar aata hai?" Murtaza gently held her palm, while mehrul stood motionless.
(Mehrul who leaves their house in the middle of the night?)

"Chalo ghar chale" Instantly wiping the lone tear that escaped his eyes he softly tugged at her hand.
(Come on let's go home)

Mehrul didn't move, instead she yanks her hand away from him as if his hold was burning her skin, all the while, Her repugnance tearing his heart to shreds.

"Mai kahi nahi jaungi" She spoke, rather stating firmly looking everywhere but him. His unhinged state was wavering her resolutions.
(No I'm not going anywhere)

"Mehrul please aisa mat karo. Bhale hi tum mujhe maaf na karo lekin mere saath wapas chalo, wahan mera dam ghut raha hai. Mujhe akela mat chodo, mai nahi sehpata hoon akelepan, yeh tumse behtar kon janta hai...mehrul please... " He begged, falling on his knees and joining his hands, Murtaza begged for her to return.
(Mehrul please don't do this, you don't have to forgive me but just please come back, I can't breathe in the house, I can't bear loneliness and you know it better than anyone here.. Please mehrul..)