Shariq-e-Qurbat

Pt41: Too much ?

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Cause I'm doing great, too.
To be very honest, work and home, then write ups, is making insane as well as sane at the same time.

Like, I don't know, but I feel good to write it down rather than speaking as parrot 24/7, but it's okay. I love talking too. Also, congrats to us, guys. we've been doing very well with readings and votes, so I'm hoping we continue this.

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Author's Pov

Sameer sat at his desk, lost in guilt over the recent incidents with Mehak. The door creaked open, and Shaheen entered, her presence filling the room with an air of discomfort.

"Sameer," Shaheen purred, walking toward him with deliberate steps. "I know what's happening with Mehak. You shouldn't let it affect you so much."

Sameer looked up, a mixture of surprise and discomfort on his face. "Shaheen, this isn't the time."

She leaned against his desk, her eyes locking onto his. "I know how much you care about her, but sometimes, we all make mistakes. Maybe you should apologize and make things right."

As Shaheen moved closer, Sameer felt a sense of unease. Her attempts to console him took an unsettling turn as she started to play with his hair, her touch becoming invasive. "Let me take your mind off things, Sameer. You deserve someone who understands you completely."

Sameer recoiled, realizing the inappropriate nature of Shaheen's advances. "Shaheen, this is not what I need right now. I can't let things escalate like this."

Her gaze intensified, a manipulative glint in her eyes. "Apologize to Mehak, Sameer. Make things right with her, and we can put all this behind us."

Sameer, feeling trapped, gently pushed her away. "I appreciate your concern, Shaheen, but I need to handle this on my own terms. Please, give me some space."

Sameer, with the weight of guilt on his shoulders, stood up from his plush chair and walked to the grand window of his sunlit office. The city's skyline glittered in the daytime, casting a different mood over the room.

Staring out at the bustling streets below, Sameer took a deep breath and began to practice the words he needed to say to Mehak. "I never meant to hurt you, Jaana. It's just that you and I are a family, and I need to focus on that. Also, I'm so sorry for not believing you, for trusting you over others.
I'm sorry, love, "

Meanwhile, Shaheen stood diagonally in the room, her eyes fixed on Sameer. The daylight illuminated the subtle tension in the air as Sameer grappled with his inner turmoil.

As Sameer continued to rehearse his apology, the sunlit room bore witness to the complexities of his emotions. Shaheen's presence remained a silent, lingering force, casting shadows of her cruel intentions as she saw Mehak was present and had taken the situation to a different level of topic.

Sameer's Pov.

Walking into the house, the tension was palpable, and the once vibrant atmosphere now echoed with emptiness. The absence of Mehak for over a month had taken its toll on both our home and our relationship. As I entered alone, my two brothers, Abeer and Nabeer, exchanged knowing glances, their concern deepening.

"Bhaijaan, where's bhaabhijaan?" Abeer questioned, his voice reflecting a blend of worry and understanding.

Caught off guard, I looked up, grappling with the weight of the situation. "She was there? And you didn't say it to me. "

The other Nabeer chimed in, his tone empathetic, "We saw her this morning, Bhaijaan. She seemed a mess while leaving Bhaijaan. We thought you spoke rash again to her. What's going on?"

Gulping down the newly found information, I was in dilemma as to what was the reason that she came and went without talking to me. I need to find her. Now that I know she was here to see me.
I badly want this to end.
Cause this was too much for me. For my jaana.

Meanwhile, my two sisters, having witnessed the toll this period had taken on both Mehak and me, watched with a mix of tension and hope. Their silent pleas for reconciliation resonated as they exchanged subtle gestures.

Venturing further into the house, my parents in the living room wore expressions of disappointment and concern. Abbujaan spoke, a mix of understanding and worry in his voice, "Son, you need to bridge this gap. Your ammijaan and I are concerned about the strain in your relationship."

The weight of my actions, the absence of Mehak, and the complexities of our situation began to sink in. Navigating through the questioning looks and concerned faces, I realized the uphill battle I faced in repairing not only my relationship with Mehak but also the harmony within our family. Unaware of Mehak's visit to my office, I remained in the dark about the potential shifts in our dynamics.

Entering the room, the only thing I knew it was that, that The Sameer Barudgar was a mess without her Jaana.
Without anything, I just slipped to the bed that has the same bedsheet since the day she has gone missing from me.
She was missed from me.
I was missed from her.

The phone next to me pinged where it was Shaahaan's text, and without any thoughts, I opened it. Cause it is related to Jaana, else he wouldn't text me at this hour.

My words were stuck in my throat.
My eyes would have blacked out any moment.
My heart would drop out, it felt.
The air around me seemed thick to breathe.

"Sameer,  you don't have to worry about my kid now. She is doing good without you."

A whole lie cause she isn't fine and good without me. I know this then to I was a jerk hurting her.
I continued to read.

" So now I officially want you to stop the search for her as she's safe wherever she is. So move on and be happy. That's what she said. And thereafter, do not dare to contact and roam around her or my family and me."

I threw the phone away.
Move on? What the fuck was that.
No, there's no such thing happening she is mine, and I'm only hers.
I need to find her, that's it.

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