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41. Regret
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Meanwhile, Hannan was in the cell and then in the hospital, his wife, and mother of his child, Dua has been trying to locate him utilizing her resources. Hannan has given up on his revenge mission because of Shehryaar's threat. One day, while he was in hospital, the door to his hospital room opened and Dua walked in. Surprise came over his features. He had almost forgotten about Dua. "Dua, we can't work anymore," Hannan was scared that his mother would come because he has hidden his marriage from his mother.Dua who was about to say something with a smile on her face, suddenly, all the happiness on her face evacuated."What?" "I'm sorry, Dua," he uttered."But our child..." her words faltered."This child.... I never wanted it. You forced me to have an intercourse with you to seal this marriage so there was no way out," he told Dua, who knew that it was the truth. "Why are you doing this?" She asked, tears in her eyes, "why?" she cried out, "why?!""I.... fell in love with another
Obsession 42. Healing
Healing. She was healing. Healing from the trauma she had been given. What she was made to go through. The trauma Shehryaar had given to her, now he himself was healing her. Giving her a new life. Reviving the perception of life she carried with her in her past self, when she was truly her own self. Those potent feelings which she had re-evolved. That paranoia diminishing. Yet. The fear. The fear of him was still there. The decision of not living with him was still there. The words she had sworn to herself while taking her own life, that if God gave her another life then she will definitely take a stand for her and not live with Shehryaar. Those words made her to work fast on her plans. She will escape. Definitely escape from him. Will not rest until she is out from his captivity. Her revived self told her that the consent out of her was forced. And she could not remain bonded in a forced marriage for the rest of her life. And these were the last days she was
Obsession 43. Tortured
Pitch darkness. All that could be seen, and felt was darkness. The only light was the moonlight coming from a small corner high up the wall with bars installed. Shehryaar felt a lingering pain in the nape of his neck. The place smelled of bloodshed and gore. He was well aware of that putrid smell of blood. Many times, he had taken lives of shivering souls in a similar environment. He found himself tied to a wooden chair with ropes and chains all over him like a precocious animal caught. His mind and eyes foggy. Unable to process anything. And all he was able to remember and recall were those intimate moments with Shearzaad. While she was no where to be seen. He couldn't decipher who had the audacity to put him in this stingy cell. His mind now running thousand miles per hour. The thoughts of him and his wife popping in front of his eyes. And slowly the memories began to sunk in further. The kiss she had placed on his lips, uttering her goodbyes. That knife jabbed in his ar
Obsession Dead Inside
Three months laterMonths.It has been months.Irtaza has been trying to locate his brother but he couldn't.The family was too desperate.Their final hope was Irtaza.The tracker has been taken out of Shehryaar's body. Even he was not able to find Sheharzaad. Yet he was aware where she was.But he didn't loose hope.He was just waiting for the right moment.Rather the right call.And the call came, while he was sleeping with his little wife, Zahra snoring on his bare chest. As soon as the screen flashed with an unknown number, careful enough not to wake Zahra up, he got up and left the room. Getting to the balcony of his room, he lit up his cigarette first as the bell was still ringing. He did not pick up the call. Rather he cut it and dialed another number.Giving instructions to the person, he placed his phone on the railing of the balcony, he fixed the stick between his lips, and waited for the caller to call again.He smirked. As his phone began to ring again."What took you
Obsession 44. 5 Years
5 YEARS LATER (5 years to when zaad left sherry) The soft chirps of vibrant birds made gentle sigh leave her lips. Straightening her back against the wooden bench, Sheherzaad angled her neck to look around and embrace the solace, solitude provided her. Lush green fields waved joyously,I singing a windy lullaby of their own. Sheherzaad smiled; it felt freshening. It had been half a decade, yet any subtle joy would bring her back to dreadful memories, making her realize how precious liberty was. She, now, would try to intake actual joy of freedom in real sense. Because she once had paid a dreadful price for that. For thing, you had to pay for in past, suddenly becomes available to you free of cost, is bound to burst bubbles of happiness and gratitude. Who could understand that better than Sheherzaad... She still had scars, but now she had stopped fearing them. They were proof of her strength, of how much she endured, and of how far she had come. To put that vicious year of life behind,
Obsession So sorry...
She stayed inside the kitchen until Shehryar walked out to the store room allotted to him. Again, she tried to change their minds but they were stereotypically stubborn for their ages. Soon, Sherhzaad gave up, knowing she will be a hypocrite if she continued her tantrum any further. If they could gave her and her child, a shelter when they didn't even know her whereabouts, what made her think they wouldn't open their doors for anyone else.The next day, Sherhzaad was getting ready for her job. To make ends meet, she had been teaching Quran to few children around neighborhood. The hadia (earning) wasn't much, but atleast she would be able to afford necessities for Chahat without being a burden on old couple's shoulders."Give mama a kiss, Chahat." She tapped her cheek, lowering herself to her daughter's face who was cuddled in Khubaib sahab's lap, enchanting him with her and Mr. Sprinkles gibberish."Muah." She still hadn't learned how to kiss, yet the sound she would make while attach
Obsession The End
Shehryar was watering the plants while Raseeda was staring at him with thoughtful eyes. Just as Sherhzaad appeared in the garden holding Chahat in her arms, Raseedha addressed Shehryar."Has the thought of marriage never occurred to your mind?"Shehryar gazed at Sherhzaad who stilled at Rasheeda's words but played ignorant as she combed Chahat's hair.He lowered his ashamed gaze. Not know what to answer, he repeated his mantra. "Who would give their daughter's hand in mine? You know my reality. I am gareeb, maskeen, becha-""Bechara, hn hn." Rasheeda scoffed. "But you had to have girls throwing themselves at you. I mean look at you." She exasperated at his well built, making him stifle a smile."If I would have met you twenty five years back, I would have kept you for myself."Sherhzaad scrunched her nose, making Chahat copy her mother's expressions."I would have been four." Shehryar muttered under his breath."Huh na. Should I search for a beautiful bride for you? I'm your sure you
Obsession Bonus-1
Both of them slept in separated rooms. It was Sheharzaad's demand. She did not want to go to the haveli because of the memories associated with that place. She was aware that if she stepped ahead and went there then it would rejuvenate the trauma she felt in those days. The lonliness and aloofness. The only person she wanted to meet was Shehryaar's father, Haider. And she did meet him when he came to their mansion in Islamabad in which they both were now staying.She had hugged him as if she would hug her father and felt tears gushing down her eyes. Then she carried Chahat in her arms and had her meet with Haider."Call him dada," Sheharzaad taught.(Grandfather)"Daaa....daaa," Chahat uttered gibberish, while playing with Haider's face. The child suddenly had developed a bond with Haider. Sheharzaad knew her daughter wasn't an introvert and a closed book like her. She was an open one, bubbly, friendly, social, extrovert, confident. She just prayed that Chahat did not have to go throu
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His tongue was too heavy to utter anything. He was still in shock, a state of disbelief had still encompassed him. His grey eyes kept on looking and tracing the cracks on the hardened mud of the grave. Dilemma was hitting him, clutching him in its painful paws and tightening its grip on his heart with every second.To say the least, he was baffled.Grave.It was a grave.Grave of his mother.Mother.Who had died decades ago.But still that day was freshened in his mind like yesterday. Every intricate and minor detail was in the back of hiss head.Often those details took shape of a nightmare in his dreams. The soulless and dead eyes of the lady who hung with the ceiling.Utter helplessness on her face.He thought as much that suicide was her last resort. That was why he considered her weak. Considered womankind weak. Considered womankind manipulative, cunning, untrustworthy.But here he sat, near the one, who was the reason those feelings were born within him but this time he cam
Obsession 11-(ii)
He was in ICU. His guard told her that he was driving the car fastly to home and suddenly the his grip loosened, the tyres slipped and the car crashed. She couldn't stop the tears coming out of her eyes. She knew the reason behind his eagerness to get home as fast as he could.It was because of her request to come home early. She felt utter guilt clipping her heart.That guilt too that she has suppressed within her.She still thought that Haider died because of her. She considered herself as the culprit of Shehryaar. She took his father's life away. If she hadn't given that dary to him, maybe Haider would have been alive today. She took his father's life away.And now he was fighting for his life because of her. Although, Shehryaar had told him numerous times that it was never her fault behind his father's death but she never agreed to him. There was a part of her which still told her that she was the culprit and that part of her was again taking control over her, inciting suici
Obsession BONUS-11
The evening sky has sprawled. The blue hue was everywhere as the bird chirped, returning back to their respective abodes. There sat Sheharzaad on the sofa of the study reading the same page again, trying to regain her focus. Yet her eyes would move in between the page of the book that read, 'Karachi. The city of lights. Rather previously known as the city of lights....'The book was titled, 'Zaryaab' after the name of the male lead of that book. Sheharzaad's grey eyes again fixed on the sky, witnessing the birds. As the sun reached the horizon, the sky was a mix of orange and blue.Her mind was wondering to Shehryaar. Where was he? Should she apologize? Or should she wait for him?She found herself guilty in this situation. She should have broke it on the very first place to Maaz that she was married instead of going for that lunch. She knew that Maaz was interested in her but she was just finding the right time to reveal it to him and to everybody that she was married that too t
Obsession 10-(ii)
She was sitting in her cabin, going through a file but repeatedly her concentration was breaking as her mind kept on shifting to somewhere.The memory made her bite her lips and take a deep breath. She was at work!She needed to focus.Why was she feeling that way?She could feel butterflies flipping in her stomach. His intense stare again came over in her mind that had her shook her head away. They both sat together, in that starry night, under the shade of moon, with their hands in hand."Isn't moon looking so beautiful today?" she had whispered dreamily as her head rested on his shoulder. "Which one?" he asked making her puzzle."The one in the sky,""Not as beautiful as the one sitting beside me," "You're cheesy with your dialogues, Mr. Shehryaar,"His eyes flickered from the stars on the sky to her face, "Dialogues ain't the only thing I'm cheesy at, Ms. Sheharzaad,"Sheharzaad averted her gaze, looking away. She was grateful that it was night because her cheeks were turning
Obsession BONUS-10
Every eye was full of tears.Cries and wails rose from the haveli when the janazah was risen from the home.Haider has passed away. Leaving his mother-less children now father-less. Eyes were sad.Yet his grey eyes stared at nothing just the eye-catching verses that he recited. He was silent. Quiet. Unable to produce any response. Placing her head on his shoulder, his wife sat beside him, with tears propelling from her eyes as her hand held rosary reciting tasbeeh for the departed soul.Sheharzaad was crying.But Shehryaar was silent. It was just those eye-catching verses that had his complete attention. His father used to teach him the Quran in his childhood but he never got the chance to finish it because his practice sessions with his grandfather awaited him so he always used to leave without finishing his recitations. Last he read these verses was decades back and then he did not touch the holy book again. When he was set to made his first murder. He considered himself too
Obsession 9-(ii)
The wiltering flowers at his beloved's grave stood out as an evidence of the abandonment by her own family. Haider sat near the grave. As tears slowly cascaded down his eyes."You've endured enough. I wish... for once you'd have expressed your love for me. For once. Then my whole life wouldn't be so bleak. The reciprocation for which I waited finally came after decades," he played with the mud of the grave, "For once, you could have told me... what Agha did. What my father did. I wish... after your demise even for once you'd have come in my dreams and apprised me how you were brutally killed," Another tear dropped from his eye and landed on her grave, "I read... what you wrote in those pages. Where you expressed your love for me. I freed you from myself only because I wanted you to be happy and be with your lover. I've never hated you. Despite you were caught with another man.... I loved you regardless of every circumstance. My love for you was conditionless, my Jahan" (IN URDU JAHAN
Obsession Bonus-9
"She didn't commit suicide. She wanted to live for her children. But you know what? She was hanged and it all appeared as suicide. This whole idea was of Agha, Shehryaar. Your mother wanted to live," Sheharzaad finished. Her voice has turned into a soft whisper till the end of her dialogue. She could see the enrage slowly developing in Shehryaar's eyes but he was controlling. He was really controlling himself so the monster won't break free. Zahra came running into the study followed by Haseeb. As soon as Zahra's eyes landed on Irtaza, she went in his arms and hugged him, very well aware that she needed him the most in these moments. And as soon as Dua's eyes fell on Haseeb, she rushed into his arms and hugged him. The previous talk they both had in her room was enough for her to trust him completely. He had gained her partial trust when he had convinced her before their nikkah that he will give her all the love of the world. As well as the time and space she needed for this relati
Obsession 8-(ii)
Tears were slipping down their eyes. The whole study has turned upside down. The glass table, smashed and broken. Books from the bookshelf were torned and rested on the floor. The glass pieces of vase were scattered. The place depicted of an utter apocalypse.And among all these broken and torned things, there lied a safe in the middle of the room. Bullets pierced through it and was now tattered and battered. Sat there on the sofa were three siblings, with nothing but tearful eyes.And a piece of paper in their hands. Written to them in her last moment by their mother. The letter which reached them after twenty five long years.Each word pierced through their soul. Every breath they took was heavy, filled with sighs and unattained wishes. The unattained wish to meet their mother one last time.Shehryaar's hand shivered as he still held the old worn out letter. Tears silently slipping out of his eyes. He rather wished he could have died than knowing this truth. After Sheharzaad na
Obsession Bonus-8 The truth reveal
Dua had immediately taken Sheharzaad to another room once her eyes had landed on her. She did not talk to her family or anyone. She wanted to say the words that have been long overdued on her mind.As soon as she entered in the privacy of the room, Dua hugged Sheharzaad and tears slowly slipped out of her eyes."I-I'm sorry, Sheharzaad. I-I-I," her voice croaked, "I wronged you.... I wronged you... I'm sorry, Sheharzaad. I'm sorry," she kept on repeating. Because she just had this word on her mind. The crime she committed was unjustifiable. It didn't matter Sheharzaad would forgive her or not, but in that moment, Dua just wanted to apologize. Apologize for the crime she committed five years back. Apologize for the crime that stayed in her mind for five long years and it kept on haunting her. The guilt kept on eating her. What she did with Sheharzaad broke her more than anything else. Sheharzaad slowly raised her hand and caressed Dua's back, "stop crying, Dua. I... forgive you," sh
