shehdurre
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<A kingpin with schizophrenia & a mafia queen>
He just stared at her, at the gun digging into his sternum, and then he leaned into it because he didn't fear death, he feared her absence.
"Maar do."
The words were barely a whisper but they gutted her.
Her face flickered with shock, rage and heartbreak.
She scoffed, tears running down her flushed cheeks. "Tumhein lagta hai main yeh sab drama kar rahi hun?"
She tried to shove him away, but he only held her tighter, as if she was the last warm thing in existence.
"Hoorain... please," he choked out. "Don't go, Don't do this, Don't leave me, give me a second chance, I will fix it, I will stay in your feet, I'm so so sorry, Jaanan, please, please.."
"LET GO OF ME!" She yelled at him.
"No," he whispered, forehead pressing to hers, tears falling onto her cheeks.
"I won't survive, I can't-"
She lifted the gun again but not at him.
This time she pressed the cold gold metal to her own temple.
Everything inside him shattered at once.
"Theek hai, phir main khud ko maar deti hun, kyun ke tumhare jese neech insaan ke saath rehne se behtar hai main dozakh-zeb hojaun."
Naufal didn't just break.
He collapsed inside himself.
His arms fell away from her instantly, as if burned.
He stumbled back, shaking so violently he could barely stand.
His breath hitched into silent, strangled sobs.
"NO-no, no, no-Hoorain, please-"
He covered his face with both hands, turning away, shoulders trembling because he couldn't look at her with gun to her temple, the temple he kissed like it was his axis.
"Please... don't... don't do that, don't ever-"
He couldn't even finish the sentence because he knew he had lost her.
She lowered the gun slowly, her face as cold as winter, picked up her bag, walked past him without a single backward glance.
And that's when a kingpin turned into a madman.