Shariq-e-Qurbat

Pt42: The First

Hi guys, I started writing at 3 am. today after work, so I'm apologizing before being handed. If it's not worth it if you feel.

Ruined

Loving you was a losing game.
It was such a game where I was ruined.
I'm ruined to give all of my love to you.
Where words said by you would haunt me out.

It was a game that destroyed my existence in the living world.
If your eyes ever find me, don’t ruin our love again.
Cause if you do, I may not survive the agony in your eyes.

The agony in your eyes gave rise to the revenge in your mind.
The revenge and agony you had in your mind and eyes it wasn’t yet to your heart cause maybe somewhere the corners of the heart had me.

The heart was a home.
But rage in your eyes now looking me makes me think, are we the same who loved each other before!

The revenge would burn me down to ashes.
The flames and rage your heart had, the bloody tears my eyes shed.
Hope you don’t burn out the precious memories we had...

Let the memories make you have a little mercy on me.
The hands that were intertwined were separated.
The two hearts that were embedded were now dislodged by the world.

Okay, enough of poetics. Let's head to the plot, guys.

Author's Pov

In the midst of the emotional turbulence, Mehak's pregnancy unfolded in a symphony of poignant moments, each note echoing the complexities of her heart. As her body carried the tangible evidence of their shared love, the joy and challenges of impending motherhood became an intricate part of her journey, tinged with a profound sense of longing.

Mehak's Pov

It's been 4 months since the incident I came across his office.
He did try his hook or Crook method to find me, but Shahaan bhaijaan, as promised, didn't let his methods succeed.
It's not like I like staying away from him.

But it's him responsible for what I'm going through and what our kids are going through. It's a damn sure he doesn't knows about them, but accept him everyone in the family knows it and they visit me often, cause though I'm hurt because of him. But the family is mine since I'm married to him. And they have their rights on our kids.

The day they came to know was no less than chaos of them rushing home. As abbujaan was adamant to know why bhaijaan had rushed home hurriedly just for a chocolate cause it was me.
He did leave the important discussion and left the meeting for me.

And they were too happy for me but sad for him why not cause he did things to himself by his own.

The day bhaijaan came to know what happened in his office, he asked me my decision, and I said that I've decided to do what he'll say. And he asked Meer not to approach us anymore. And I was hurt for a moment but didn't he love me?

It was the evening when Nabeer and Abeer were here, and I found myself sitting in the nursery with them. The soft glow of the nightlight casting a gentle warmth. My fingers traced over tiny clothes and soft blankets, and tears welled up in my eyes as I imagined Sameer beside me, sharing in the anticipation of our twins. The room, adorned with pastel colors and the sweet fragrance of baby powder, held promises and dreams that felt both precious and elusive.

The day my both brother in laws promised me to take care of me and the little chipmunks on the way, and they asked me to trouble them with cravings too.
They gave me a sense of feeling at home. But my home was him, and he wasn't here with me in this phase.

The other day Tania and Rabia were here, the day was blissful for them.
Cause it was the first time I felt the gentle flutter of life within me was a moment suspended in time. A quiet evening, a tender touch on my belly, and the unmistakable sensation that two little souls were growing within. The overwhelming joy was accompanied by a poignant ache, the absence of Sameer amplifying the bittersweet reality of the moment. But I was happy for them and me as I wasn't alone but His sister were here and they even captured it for ammijaan and abbujaan also for my brother in laws.

But I'm for most grateful for bhaijaan and appi and my friends no less than a family for being with me always by my side, I  was navigating the emotional terrain of pregnancy. Late-night cravings and nesting instincts took over, but the solitude of those moments weighed heavily on my heart these days more. The nursery, meticulously prepared with care and love, with bhaijaan and appi and my in-laws together except him ,became a sanctuary where my emotions were spilling out. Conversations with my now growing belly, once filled with hopeful excitement, now carried a soft ache—a longing for meer's voice to join mine.

As these months progressed, my anticipation grew, each kick and so mersault of the babies a poignant reminder of the life that pulsed within me. The ultrasound appointments, instead of being pure joy, became moments tinged with a quiet yearning for my meer to share in the glimpses of our unborn children.

Yet, amidst the emotional whirlwind and the absence of my extended family,
My ammi ,meeshi, and my other siblings were lost. Somehow, it felt. I found solace in the preparation for the arrival of our kids. Each kick, each nursery decoration, and every quiet moment spent talking to my now growing belly became a tender connection to the family I am building together with my kids without him. Through the tears and the ache, a quiet strength emerged, a testament to my resilience in navigating the emotional labyrinth of impending motherhood without Meer by my side.

And so I decided to hurt myself again just for the sake of my kids .
One last try won't hurt me.
One last moment, I need to explain and hear him and myself. And so I was here at the spare flat where he was now staying because of the overload work . I was here today to talk to him in this heavy rain all alone. My hands were turning cold, entering in.

The floor beneath me felt nothing. But it was my Meer and her but ... no...he ..he can't....
Her hands tangled around his neck, his eyes shut as he held her closer....

My hands clutch the hem of my kurti as my one hand rested on my five month unborns as my eyes shed the ounce of pain within...

Authors pov:

Her body trembles up before the scene in front of her orbs as her steps halt before the site of horror. Without a crack sound, her heels turn out of his house. Maybe out of his life again...
Her eyes shedding the holded tears ..
As Same as the sky seems both of them shedding their pains ....
Her tears hiding beneath the rain drops....
"Sameer only if you could've parted our ways as you wanted it would've been different....but you had to turn us down love..."

Her eyes turned blurry as the fog surrounding the car glasses at a night of heavy rain ...same as today...

She let's out a sad chuckle on her own words...
" Hum toh aapke the magr shayd aap humarein kabhi the hi nhi " .....

As the fog seems dense, her sight disappears the trance.....

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