Naushad drives in anger, so many thoughts running through his mind.
Meher looks towards him every now and then, afraid on witnessing is eyes filled with hurt and anger, she chooses to remain quiet.
She gets an urge to ask him something, but refrains, out of fear of his anger. She understands his anger isn't towards her but towards Irfan and Shifqat and slightly towards himself too that he is unable to mend this situation.
She avoids asking him a lot, but unable to resist herself any longer, she asks him, hesitantly,
"Ek baat puchun?"
Her voice, drags him out of his thoughts. Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, he opens his eyes and says,
"Pucho!"
"Apko to meri baat par bharosa nahi tha. Fir achanak aisa kya hua ke apne Irfaan ko giraftar karwa diya?",
she asks.
"Kyunki main jaan chuka tha ke wo hi tumhara gunhegar hai!",
replies Naushad, blazing with anger.
"Kab? Aur kaise?",
asks Meher, eagerly.
Naushad looks towards her, staring her for sometime, he says,
"I don't think main iss baat ko abhi karna chahta hun. Mere dimag mein waise hi bohot kuch chal raha hai."
Meher accepts and lowers her eyes. Then again looking towards him, she asks,
"Dr. Sharim Afzal ke clinic mein apko Dr. Azam ka call aya tha, kya keh rahe the?"
This skips Naushad's heartbeat. He turns to look towards her for fraction of seconds, then turns back to look in front. Taking a deep breath he confesses,
"Uss waqt mujhe police ka call aya tha ye inform karne ke liye ke unhone Irfan ko giraftar kar liya hai. Aur ye bhi ke agar uska gunhegar hona prove ho gaya to uska doctor hone ka license usse cheen lia jayega!"
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