I quickly place the cut pieces of apple in the plate. Then I grab the peeled off orange. I know he is not a fan of oranges, so I take the apricots along. With a filled plate, I move towards our room. I frown when I see Aman still sitting in the same position as I left him.

I keep the plate on the couch and step forward to drag him out but he released my hold, his eyes blank as he stares off into space.

"Aly, please fresh hoja. Kuch khana to padega." There is no response from him. I crouch on my knees to coax him to get up. He withdraws himself completely from me, moving away. He refused to look me in the eyes.

"Amyra, please tum mujhe chhod do." His hoarse voice shoots pain through my body.

"Tujhe kuch waqt akele bitana hai na? Theek hai. Main baad mein aajaongi." I get up from my position.

"Nai. Mujhe hamesha ke liye akela chhod do. Ammi, sahi keh rahi thi. Jo maine Saniya ke saath kiya, wo maafi ke layak nahin. Aur tumhari zindagi barbaad hojayegi mere saath. Tum Imtiyaz jaise kisi ke saath settle hona chahti thi na, wo mauka mila hai tumhe. Chali jao." His eyes were trained on the white walls as he spoke monotonously.

My heart jolted in fear, the sweat beads on my forehead were proof enough I was struggling how to handle this situation calmly.

"Dekh Aly, is waqt tu sahi halat mein nahin hai. Ham bad mein baat karenge." I stop myself from lashing out at him for suggesting something so vile.

"Nai. Main bilkul theek hun. In fact, kal function se aane ke baad main tujhe yahi kehne wala tha. Maine teri aur Pari ki baatein suni. Tu aur Imtiyaz ek perfect match honge." I roll my eyes at his words, his jaw is clenched so hard it would break due to the force and his knuckles were white as he took Imtiyaz' name.

Mere saath uska naam bhi nahin tolerate kar sakta, aur hamein jodne ki baat kar raha hai.

"Aly bakwaas band kar. Tu bhi jaanta hai ki tu aur Faizu mere bina nahin rehsakte." I retort.

That's when he looks at me with no emotion, "Galat fehmi hai teri. Ham tere bina pehle bhi the aur ab bhi rehlenge. I will have the signed divorce papers sent to you as soon as I can." As if his harsh words aren't enough, he turns his back on me facing the closet.

For a while, I stopped breathing. My brain is conjuring this scene, isn't it? Did he just say he will divorce me? Did he fucking tell me he can live without me? My breathing becomes ragged as I march to the plate of cut fruits. I take the knife from the plate, walking back to him. He still doesn't look up at me or my actions.

I hold the knife to my left wrist, with a thumping heart and maybe broken dreams as tears trickle down my eyes.

"Say that again." I manage to mumble amid the rage brewing up in my mind. I can't live without him anyway, it's better to end things right here, at least I will die as his wife, as pathetic as that sounds.

I close my eyes trying to gather the last few moments life has to offer, in his presence. I just wished I had met my son before coming up. I love you Faizu, you are the first guy who holds my heart. I will always love you. Mama loves you so much baby.

Then there is Aman Aly Haider. The man who stole my soul. Had he asked my life, I would have happily given that to him. But he demanded something that I am incapable of giving.

Par shauhar hain, unki khwaish puri karna to farz hai mera. Wo azaadi chahte hain mujhse? De dungi.

Ek aakhari baar tumhe dekh to lene do Aly.

"Dubara kaho!" I demanded furiously this time.

"Main chahta hun ke hum dono ka ta..... Jaasss!" One moment I am moving the sharp edge on my skin and the next moment it is snatched away from my hands. I look up to see he has a horrified look on his face and there is terror in his eyes as he stared at the fallen knife.

He pulled me on his chest, his heartbeat way too faster than mine, he examined my hand again and again. Then he looks up at me with anger, so much anger that I physically cower away from him.

"Dimaag kharab hai tera? Kya karne jaa rahi thi. Paagal aurat! Samajhti kya hai tu khudko? Kisne kaq diya tujhe apni jaan leneka? Kisne?" His voice rises an octave higher as he screams holding my forearms.

More sobs break out of me at his harshness, "Tune hi to kaha tujhe chutkara chahiye mujhse. Bas wahi kar rahi thi" I whimper painfully, trying to stop crying but I can't. How did he even for a second there think I can live without both of them?

His rage doesn't seem to calm down in any way as he throws a painful glance at me.

"Tune socha bhi kaise? You are mine dammit! Every part of you belongs solely to me. Who gave you the bloody permission to make decision with regard to what is mine? Teri har saans mere naam hai, tere dil ki har dhadkan mere naam hai! Yahan tak ke tera naam bhi mere naam ke bina adhura hai. Phir tune kaise soch liya tujhe apni jaan leneka ka haq hai? Nahin hai. Samjhi tu. Tujhe koi haq nahin ke tu meri biwi ki jaan lesake." He is breathing just as hardly as me, he places his forehead against my shoulder as his shivering hands wrap around my waist.

For some reason, his words meant more than his love confession would have meant. I finally feel like I could breathe again. I push him away, turning away from him.

I am hurt too. Was it so easy for him to say that?

"Jass, baat sun. I am sorry. Main pagla gaya tha. Tere bagair jeena to chhod, main saans tak nahin le sakta. Please mujhe maaf karde. I can't stay without you, please don't be mad at me." He pleads standing before me with his hands clutching mine. But I stand my ground, not sparing him a glance.

I try walking out of the room, when his fingers pull my hair out of the clutch, he sniffs my neck, placing chaste kisses on my collarbone. Seems like it's his favorite place. Focus Amyra.

I remove his hands from my body, walking towards the door.

"Amyra Sadaf, you are the first and most definitely the last girl I fell in love with. Don't leave me." I freeze as my breath hitches. He did not just say what I think he did.

I turn around with bated breath, to find his eyes filled with love trained on me, there was so much admiration in them I could barely stand.

"But you are not the first guy I fell in love with." His eyes turn green in envy. And I can't help but burst out laughing.

"The first man I fell in love with is Faiz Haider and nothing can change that." I speak firmly.

To my surprise, his expression still didn't change much. It now turns into a childish pout. Aww, I can't make out who is my first baby, Faizu or Aly.

I walk back to him, as he takes me into his embrace, I place my head on his chest whispering an I love you too.

His heartbeat increases and I smile in joy.

He pulls my head up crashing his lips to mine. We still have to consummate but that's not important. The fact that I love my best friend who also happens to be husband and my son's father seems more beautiful. The kiss was passionate, promising me a lot sleepless nights with sweaty bodies.

He pulls back resting his forehead on mine. Just then we hear a knock, to my disbelief Mamijaan is standing there with Faizu.

"Maaa" He babbles jumping into my arms, I inhale his baby scent, kissing his face, I whisper, "Missed you so much baby!"

Meanwhile Aly walks to the door looking at his mother, with hope that she would look back with the same admiration she always carried for him. He steps forwards, holding her hands and kissing them.

"Ammi, aap abhi bhi naaraz hain?", He looks at with a glossed eyed, Mamijaan's tears are already on her cheeks as she pulls her hand out of his hold. She wiped her face turning around, when he holds the end of her dupatta like he always would when we were kids. He looks just like that lost kid, looking for his mother's solace to find peace.

"Ammi, please I am sorry." She turns back, her eyes shed more tears when she looks at his pained expression.

We are all taken by shock when she hugs him, patting his back.

"I will take time, but I will get over it. Now, if I ever find out Amyra is not happy with you, God help you from my wrath Aman." She speaks trying to get a hold of her emotions and I can't help but giggle at her threat.

Once the emotional talk is over and Mamijaan goes down, I slump on the bed with my baby. He keeps playing with my nose as I change his diapers.

"Faizu kitni jaldi bada horaha hai na? Abhi kuch dinon mein uska first birthday aajayega." I feel hands picking me up and Aly settles me on his chest. We are in a row, with me on Aly's body and Faizu on mine. I like the arrangement.

Aly runs his fingers from my arms to my waist, leaving goosebumps in his wake. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, then his lips are behind my ear, I feel his smirk when I shudder. Cocky much?

I grab his hand that was exploring under my kurti, circling my navel. I kiss his knuckles, Faizu seems to notice that and to my shock he also holds Aly's hand kissing it. Awww. My boy is going to be a charmer, isn't he?

Just to see if he follows what I do, I turn to face Aly, I kiss his cheeks dangerously close to his lips.

"Mawa." Faizu shrieks. So I hold him in my arms, as he places a sloppy kiss on Aly's cheeks. Aly can't stop grinning at all the affection he is getting. Always stay smiling like that Aly, it gives peace to my heart.

Just like that, we end up peppering his entire face with our kisses until Aly finally says, "Stop! I can't take more saliva on my face than that."

I laugh, " Goodness. How did I bag the cutest guys out there?" Both of them grin at me, that crooked grin that can race my heart.

I discreetly bite Aly on his neck, and he groans. His hands cup my bottom as he mutters, "I need you Jass. I need you so bad." It only adds to my misery.

I look up at him with hooded eyes, when he says, "Be ready tonight. I am taking you on a date. And yeah, Faizu will be with Ammi the entire night. I have some exploring to do."

My breath hitches as he takes my lips into another searing kiss.

That was my story with my man. Bless us with your rehmat, Allah! Ameen.