HUMSAFAR (COMPLETED)

Chapter 12

Shehnaaz is doing arrangements for a small party as ordered by yash looking after decorations and delicious food. She prepares various dishes from indian to italian even baked sweet items such as chocolate cake, muffins and cookies. She is standing near the wardrobe selecting suitable dress when suddenly felt two pairs of strong arms wrapping from behind making her astonish. She shuts eyes feeling disgust instead of love which is strange realising that only sidharth make her feel protected and loved. His warm touch, magical feel sends shivers down spine while yash her own husband makes her puke. Its so freaking heart aching and gut wrenching this mere thought drowns her inside pool of guilt.

Y:- (kiss her neck) Babe I got a beautiful dress for the party damn sure you will love it kyunke it's a net saree :)

Sana:- (plasters smile) Hmmm thanks 😔

Yash walks out of the room with an evil smirk after kissing her forehead takes gift with trembling hands unwraps to see a black saree with backless blouse. Taking a deep breath, she quickly showers get dressed applies eyeliner wears red lip colour looking absolutely hot and gorgeous. Before joining party goes through phone to check if received any calls or messages from sidharth. Poor heart sinks inside stomach feeling awful and disheartened.

Sana:-(to herself) Sidharth Kya tumhe meri yaad bilkul nahi ati it's been a week since we met or saw eachother jaante hoon your upset lekin hurt toh main bhi hoon na. Itne asaani se tumne mujhe judge karliya that I am weak worst example for society cause I am not getting out of a toxic relationship samajh nahi is it so easy to get divorced ?

Shehnaaz shrugs all thoughts away steps out of the room accidently bumps into hardchest. She felt protective arms that made her shiver under magical touch without looking up her innocent heart beautifully beats "SIDHARTH" driving naaz insane. His strong perfume hits nostrils realising that it's not a dream but reality after gaining a lot of courage looks up getting shock. Only reason of her sleepless nights and restless days standing here in the presence of yash under same roof.

Sana:- Sidharth tum yahan kya kar rahe ho ? (eyes widen)

Ss:- (pulls away) I have been invited by your husband 😏

Shehnaaz felt heart clenched with his indifferent behaviour as she isn't used to this side of his handsome personality while sidharth felt his heart stop beating for once completely got lost in admiring her beauty quickly distanced himself remembering their argument especially the way she chose yash over him. She broke their friendship too. Both snap back on earth when that bastard cleared throat and grabs her waist pulling shehnaaz close as much as possible. He felt extreme anger rush into his blood, clench his fist and jaw as pang of jealousy hit him hard sharper like knife.

Y:- Welcome sidharth myself yash kapoor aap meri biwi ko toh jaante honge kyun babe ? (smirk)

Shehnaaz lowers down gaze unable to meet sidharth whose fuming in anger his intense gaze is burning down her soul. She is feeling awful to make him go through such gut wrenching situation. Yash firmly grips his hold around waist pulling his wifey to meet her father after a very long time.

Sana:- (smiled) Papa I missed you so much kaise hain aap ?

She waited for him to pull her into his protective embrace or blessings instead he royally ignored poor girl and shifted gaze to some important clients. Tears form in back of eyes as feeling of unwanted started eating her from inside. He doesn't even feel her worthy enough to be hugged or loved after six months of pushing his daughter in hell. She quickly wipes them off although deep down wants to cry aloud, yell at him for treating own blood as stranger only if cruel world plans to hear out painful cries. They only sympathise those who break infront of them can't recognise sorrows behind fake smiles.

It hurts a lot ...

It hurts beyond imagination ...

What did I do to deserve this ?

My father doesn't wanna meet his own daughter ...

Why didn't I die while mother gave me birth ?

Yash gathers everyone around the projector holding my hands switched it on she stood there confused suddenly various pictures flash infront of the world leaving sidnaaz astonish. Pictures when they met in market, near the lift him holding her in his protective embrace and some edited.

Y:- (clears throat) Ladies and gentleman meet my characterless wife shehnaz pretends to be naive and innocent. This is her real face she is shameless slut instead of keeping her husband happy she is busy having an affair with new neighbour behind my back. I am sure she must have slept with many bloody mistress ...

Before sidharth charges at him someone grabs his collar and slapped him hard not once but twice breaking his jaw astonishing everyone it's none other than shehnaaz. Eyes blood shot red tears constantly shedding down feeling insulted every hope inside her broken heart shattered. She can endure anything except character assassination. It's like his words have burnt her soul into ashes being dumb she kept protecting a toxic relationship rather than securing her broken heart. Its all her fault being educated woman should have taken stand against his tortures day and night.

She should have beaten him the day he dared to raise hand, used her as slut to fulfill his physical needs, used her as object for pleasure, humiliated , cheated abused her daily instead of suffering like a helpless and powerless women. Her idiotic conservative mentality made her pay huge price.

She regrets being a victim instead of surviver ...

She regrets being caged with a best ...

She regrets giving him the rights to crush down her self respect ...

She regrets for even imagining about having a future with monster ...

She regrets losing virginty to this heartless animal ...

She regrets every single day of these horrific six months ...

Yash is only capable of breaking innocent souls it's time to fight back rather than suffering till death !!

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