HIS DOLL

91- Exhaustion

*** ZAVIYAAR SHEIKH ***

"He was there, Zaviyaar, he supported me, they fired him, they got him beat up, they hurt him so badly, I saw that but he never complained."

Expressing her deepest remorse, her head was on my chest, tears soaking my shirt as none of my actions were able to tranquilize her.

I had no words, betrayal could be an everyday talk for me due to work but for her, it was heavy, it was painful.

"He accepted it as punishment for witnessing a slightest glimpse and that was how I returned him sincerity?"

She cried, nails digging on my shoulder, pulling her watery face away, shaking me desperately.

"By... By... loving you?"

"Are feelings in our control, Aalifa?"

To her whimpering, I questioned sincerely, placing her in my embrace to run my finger through her locks and wipe her tears but hearing that made one thing clear-

'If she continued to carry that guilt. She or our bond might not last long,'

I thought with a tear glistening in my eyes, trembling slightly at the merest idea of separation.

"What should I do, Zaviyaar? I find it hard to love you, to carry on, please help me," She whispered desperately, gulping hard to force down her sobs.

"This too shall pass, I am here, I will help you,"

I assured her as lovingly as possible, tugging her hair behind her ear, kissing the top of her head.

"Really?"

"Yes. Now relax, I am back,"

"You are not angry with me.. For sending you to jail, right?" She asked worriedly, looking down.

After hearing everything, I could understand why said it was the 'least' she could do for Asim. It was for the sake of her regret.

Though it was someone else, I would have taught them a lesson for ruining my perfect image. I was considered a saint for the public and now they were questioning my 'goodness'.

It created a terrible situation for me but I couldn't bring myself to scold her for that, she had created too much trouble for me.

"Say something, Zaviyaar," She asked again, holding my hand at my lack of response.

How could I agonize the one I adore after all?

Curling my lips upwards, I kissed her knuckles, helping her to lay down.

"No, I am not. Don't think your man is this weak. I can handle it easily," I lied, kissing her forehead, giving her hand a squeeze.

I was willing to do anything for her solace, she was immersed in the darkness.

"Now, be a good girl and sleep," I whispered, staying with her, holding her until exhaustion washed over her.

Stealing her ability to stay away and she eventually paused out from depression.

The second she was sound asleep, I freshened up and got out of the room.

"Fuck," Gasping, I pressed my hand over my chest, eyes widened in horror.

I kept my expressions neutral but the heartache I saw when she was drowned in anguish was inexplicable.

A tear rolled down my cheek, twisting my expression into a miserable, on the verge of sobbing as I became breathless.

"What the fuck was that?" I whispered, questioning her mentality at this point, if this continued, she might lose her mind.

How could I prevent it? The home I started to imagine would fall apart.

What would be left of me if I ended up losing my Noor-e-Jaan?

"Dammit!" Cursing under my breath, I pushed my hair behind. Distress and crushing feelings restricting my breaths.

Although it was her regret, 'I' didn't do anything this time.

She fell for me, she was regretting it and her words had murdered a portion of my soul.

'Loving you in my biggest embarrassment,'

Only I knew how I controlled myself to not cry madly after hearing it. What type of love was it?

Sniffling, I took a deep breath to regain my senses and wiped my tears glistening on my cheeks and came down.

Ordering Anna to clean up the room after Aalifa will wake up and not disturb her too.

After that, I went to greet Mother, "Ah, my beloved son is back. Welcome home. Are you okay? Is everything okay now?"

"Hmm," I smiled faintly, bowing a little so she could pat my head.

"I can't tell you how infuriated I was at Aalifa but since you requested to stay quiet, I didn't do anything too," She muttered but I was barely listening.

She was sitting on the bed as I was exhausted.

Closing my eyes, I laid down and placed my head on her lap to let her soothe me or else things were becoming heavy for me.

"What happened?" She asked, noticing the gloom and tiredness on my face followed by sorrow.

"I am scared, Mother, Aalifa's state is worsening day by day." I groaned, hiding my face in my hand, voice breaking unintentionally.

"What should I do? I am afraid if that continued Aalifa might not do something to herself and the baby," I expressed my grief, chest clenching in dismay.

I knew something was wrong but that would ruin my marriage. I couldn't bear to watch it being destroyed for a second time.

She asked softly, "What do you mean? What happened? She is fine with all of us,"

"She will be fine with you guys but I know her condition. I am worried about her," I muttered, taking her hand and pressing it over my forehead to let it massage it.

"Why don't you take her out for vacations?" She suggested, massaging my forehead to console me.

"Try to eradicate your distance, it might help her. And if not that, then try a psychiatrist too,"

"Hmm. You are right."

But the problem was me, seeing me was breaking her heart.

And what could I possibly do to prevent that?

Was her heart going to melt for me?