"I'd even find you among a crowd of hundred people."
"𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑠 𝑘𝑎ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑘𝑦! Crowd of hundred people, 𝑡𝑢𝑚 value 𝑏𝑎𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑘𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑦𝑒 million 𝑏ℎ𝑖 𝑘𝑒ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑦."
Judgement is a discourse of narrow foresight. Which has yet...
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Back in his college days, Shah Nawaz had been a very different man. His world revolved around a woman with amber eyes. Words were his power and poetry his language. Every verse he wrote belonged to her.
He hadn't ever talked to her though. But he did deliver little letters of his poetry to her. A quiet glance, a hesitant smile from across the room from her was all it took to assure him that she understood. That she felt the same. Her gaze, even the faintest glance, felt like an unspoken confession.
But life hadn't cared about their silent story. Before Shah Nawaz could take an initiative, she was married off to another man by family pressure, leaving Shah Nawaz with empty verses and a broken heart.
The brutal heartbreak drove him towards Ruman Haider Shah. To lessen his pain, he immersed himself in work. It was a distraction and a way to leave behind what he couldn't mend. Ruman was like a shadow cast over his life.
While working for him, Shah Nawaz discovered Ruman's growing ruthlessness. Ruman's obsession with power and revenge pushed him beyond the moral boundaries Shah Nawaz had never dared cross.
When a rival, Zarar, sabotaged Ruman's first business venture, Ruman's retaliation became vicious. He devised a plan to set fire to Zarar's mall and dragged Shah Nawaz into it.
He ordered Shah Nawaz to carry it out. "Don't act like a loser. Stop crying over a woman who never chose you, Shah Nawaz. That's why she left. You're weak. No wonder she didn't think you were worth the fight. A man protects what's his, he takes revenge when someone tries to take it away. But you? You let life walk all over you. Pathetic."
Ruman's words dug into old wounds, stoking a fire of his own as he spoke of loyalty and betrayal, and Shah Nawaz found himself standing in the dim glow of the building, a lighter flickering in his hand, ready to ignite a rage he'd buried long ago.
His job had been simple. The gas leakage was done on the first floor. With his breath shaky and trembling fingers, he dropped the lighter from the fourth floor. Soon smoke filled the air, curling around him like a ghost, as he watched the flames climb higher.
He started making his way to the emergency exit with sweaty palms. But then, his eyes landed on someone in the crowd and his heart stopped.
There, silhouetted in the thickening smoke, was her. The same amber eyes that had once been his whole world, the same face that had haunted him for years. She hadn't changed.
She was there, fighting her way through the heat and darkness, unaware he was only steps away. She was frantically searching for someone. She got pushed by the crowd near the broken railing.
He quickly reached for her as she stumbled to the edge, her hand grasping onto his as she hung there with a desperation he felt in every nerve. Her fingers dug into his wrist, burning him, marking him with the last piece of her he would carry.
He tried pulling her up, feeling his heart drop at the sight of her in this condition. The fire grew bigger underneath as people rushed towards the emergency exit.
"My son," she cried out, holding onto his hand, "s-save him, please." Her amber eyes begged as tears streamed down her face. Shah Nawaz felt a pang in his chest at her words.
He had still not managed to forget her, he had still not recovered from the heartbreak she caused him and she was living with her new family like he had never been a part of her life. Begging him to save her son.
He had ended up getting married to a woman nowhere near his ideal type, nowhere near compatible with him, nowhere near her. He tried to love his wife but she never had time for him and each time he'd remember her face instead. Even having a daughter with her didn't change their relationship.
Every regret, every bitter night without her filled his veins, and in that moment, his thoughts overpowered him. The dreams they could've shared, the life they could've had. All was destroyed because she had left him.
In the grip of rage, his grip loosened, her fingers slipping out of his tight grip as she screamed. Snapping out of it, he tried gripping onto her hand again but it was too late.
His moist eyes widened watching her fall as he backed away, leaving behind only the faint impression of her nails against his skin.
He survived the night, but he could never outrun what he had done. The guilt consumed him, pulling him into a spiral of paranoia and sleepless nights. She haunted his every thought, her face, her voice. It was like a punishment he couldn't escape.
He wrote his shame into his diary, confessing his agony in every line. And even as he tried to pour the memories into his diary, the ink couldn't wash away the shame that bled through every page.
Her fall haunted him. He became consumed by guilt, his mind spiraling into endless torment. Night after night, he saw her face in his dreams, her pleading eyes echoing with a pain he couldn't escape.
His wife, Sitara, eventually uncovered the truth, about his past love, his heinous crime, leading to their bitter divorce. As his mental health further deteriorated, it was Gule who bore the weight, caring for him as he sank deeper into his guilt-ridden madness.
But the past wasn't just Shah Nawaz's burden to bear.
Unbeknownst to Gule, the woman he let fall was Shaheer's mother. The very loss that now fueled Shaheer's quest for revenge.
And as fate would have it, the man Shaheer swore to avenge was none other than Gule's own father, the person she had devoted her life to protect.
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/author's note\
I've waited so long to reveal this God the burden has been lifted off my shoulders !
don't attack me guys 🫣
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people who had alr guessed it can stand up ( you deserve a slap from me ) thanks 🥰 but well i did drop some hints 🤭
anyways ab tou uncle has alr passed away so revenge ka tou sawal nai paida hota cuz my man Shaheer isn't dumb enough to punish his daughter for his galti !!
we don't do that kinda plot here , we're mature 🙄 ( PERIOD. )
but bro ka hurt hona tou banta hai :(
let's see now ,, how do you think will they handle this new revelation and will it affect their relationship in a negative way ?! 👀
