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"Dil de dya yh aytybar ki hadd thi..
Jan dydi yh pyar ki hadd thi.."
Anfal's p.o.v
"No Ibtihaj!! You can't leave me."
I was crying and wailing sitting next to a lifeless body drenched in blood.
Flashes were roaring over our heads.
Rain was pouring over us.
" You always wanted to be like me na? See what you got! This is the same haunted night when I was crying near a body like you. Only difference is that I had a son beside me but you have got no one."
Amma said sitting beside me.
"No no!! I don't want to be like you. I don't want him to leave me. NOOOOOO!!!!"
My eyes shoot opened and I sat up screaming.
I touched me cheeks which were wet from tears.
My breath was ragging with sweat dripping down my forehead.
"What a horrific dream it was!!!"
I sighed and went towards washroom and did my ablution.
After praying Tahujjud Salah I headed towards Ibtihaj's room. I didn't know what it was but I wanted to see him that instance.
I knocked on door but it cracked opened.
It wasn't locked. I stepped in and saw bed whole set up as before I did. Washroom was also empty.
"Means he didn't come home still..."
I murmured looking at the clock which was signalling 3 in morning.
I didn't know but my heart was beating fast.
I went downstairs and started pacing in launch waiting for him.
My legs were now hitting but still I couldn't sit.
Just then I heard a click and door of house opened.
I saw a manly figure coming in.
I quickly ran towards him.
"Ibtihaj where were..."
I said examining him by rubbing hands all over his arms.
My words died on my lips when my eyes landed on his face which had bruises.
His lip was busted and was bleeding.
His role had a small cut.
His shirt's half buttons were undone revealing cuts on his chest too.
" What are these?"
A lump started forming in my throat
"None of your concern!! Mind your own fucking bussiness!!"
He said pushing me at side.
My eyes landed on his hand and widened. Blood was running down from his knuckles and was gathering on floor staining white tiles.
"Its my matter. Your my bussiness. I am your wife and I have every right to know where were you?"
I whispered yelled stepping in from of him.
His eyes were dark empty of all emotions.
"Wife?? Yes a wife who still lives someone else other than her husband!!"
He said mocking me.
"Ibtihaj.. "
Before I could say anything he clenched my jaw tightly making me whince in pain.
"Ahh!!"
"Don't you dare to shout on me. I am not your fucking servant who will listen to you. Stay away from me. You don't know who I am!!!"
He shouted venomously.
" Who are you?"
A mere whisper left my mouth.
"I am Ibtihaj Ibrahim Usmani, the leader of second generation of
"The Sharp shooters".
I didn't say anything but kept on looking at him shocked.
"Shocked?? As baby girl!! Sorry to burst your air castle but I am not your player boy not your Prince charming for whom you waited whole your life. But no!! You never waited! You were busy with that bastard!!!"
His grip tightened even more.
"Ouch!!!"
"I am a storm!!"
He said venousmly.
"I can calm you!!"
I said determined.
"I can destroy you!!"
"I can heal you!!"
"I am a disaster!!"
"I can bear you!!"
"I am fire!!"
"I am water!!"
"I can burn you!!"
"I am already in ashes!!"
"I am a disease!!"
"I can be your cure!!"
I smiled enduring all the pain he was giving me.
Suddenly his grip loosened and he walked passed me yanking me aside and went to his room.
I ran towards my room forgetting all the revelations that just took place.
I opened my side table drawer and took a first aid kit from it and ran towards his room.
He looked at me from top to bottom and then his gaze stopped on my hand holding kit.
His eyes were bloodshot red.
I was about to step in when he started closing door.
I put my hand in between to stop him but he didn't give in and kept on closing it grinding my hand in between.
Blood started ozing my hand and I yelled in pain bit dodnt withdraw my hand.
I wanted to know how cruel he can be.
But when even afyer minutes of torture he didn't open the door and stopped I withdraw my hand back which was now covered in blood.
I had to withdraw or else my bones would have been broken. My face was wet with tears due to all this pain in my body and more in my soul and heart.
He closed the door on my face.
Due to light in his room I could see his shadow.
He locked the door and then slides down sitting against door.
My emotions and feelings were flowing down my cheek by the way of my eyes.
I looked at his shadow and slipped down acroos him leaning ny head on his shoulder.
Only thing separating us was door.
And night went on and on with tears and cries and whimpers.
Aj dil udaas hai
Suni suni si raat hai..
Ashkon ki barsat hai
Wadoon ka kya hua...
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