I've been seated outside Nawal's room, for almost 6 hours, strolling across the corridor and keeping a check on Nawal from time to time. It looks weird, doesn't it? The one who gave all the pain, all the bruises is checking up on that person. If her parents abusing her almost all of her life wasn't enough, my part literally tore her. There was this invisible string that held her poor soul. I broke it. I don't think she'd ever recover from this.

They say life is all about ups and downs, it shows you the real faces of those you once trusted. The facade that they keep. The ugly truth. Some things that you really don't want to face, but life slaps onto your face. In my case? It's nothing different. It is, however, bizarre. I am not a person full of perfection as they portray in the business field. I am far from it.

I am not a person who expresses his feelings openly. I can't do that, even if I try. I have nobody to talk to. No one. What a pathetic life I have. The CEO has a miserable life? Impossible! So, I try to live like that. Enjoying my life. But, the thing is, what is there to even enjoy about? Torturing innocent people isn't one of them. I was so blinded by the revenge that I didn't look across me what is really happening. What others are going through. What a bastard I am.

I shouldn't even be standing here, let alone check if she needs anything. I mean, why should I? Right? I've done nothing but hurt that person who is close to my heart. The one who captured it and I wanted her to do that. Keep it with her and never let it go. The only person I wanted to spend the rest of my life, to love her and to hold her when she needed me. But what I did? Abused her. For God's sake, I almost killed her! What kind of animal am I? Am I really that horrible of a person? If yes, then Nawal is not in safe hands. She was better without me. She is better without me. Everything comes down to me. I am the cause of everything. If I can send my own mother, my own blood to the hospital, you can't expect anything better from me.

I should just leave everything. Leave London and move somewhere else, where people won't be afraid of me. People, who don't have to live in fear because of me. That sounds really good. But why my heart isn't listening to me? Why is it saying constantly to not leave Nawal? To not leave my remaining family members? I am the root of everybody's miseries. Me disapearing is the best solution.

Do you really want to? Do you really want to leave the person who was once your everything and will always be? Leave those who can forgive you in a snap? My inner, greedy voice kept reminding me to not leave them here. Damnit! What should I do? I can't think right now. At this time I should just focus on my wife and nothing.

Yeah. "Focus" on your "wife". Damn that inner thought! Once I see that Nawal is all good, then I'll leave. Yeah. That sounds good.

Yes. Run. Run like you always do. You are a coward. Can't face the difficulties and just run away like a kid. You are better at this. Even my inner voice hates me...

Flashes from the time we spent together came to my mind. The time when everything was perfect. When there was no tears, no sadness. It was happiness and laughter. The time I started to like Nawal. The time I actually planned to marry her with her permission and not forced one. The time Aziza looked at me as if I am her real brother. Then there's the time...the time I slapped Nawal. The time I forced her into a marriage she didn't really want. The time I blackmailed her sister just for the benefit of me, not even realizing if I actually sent them back to their country, there was no chance of seeing them even alive. I tried to kill my Nawal twice. How the heck I have the right to even say that I...I love her? Do I love her? This sounds twisted. Abusing her for what? Because I love her? Forced her to marry me just so I can declare my love? What a sick joke. I really should have died on that day. Those days when I wasn't really in good hands. I almost died. Almost. But I guess Allah didn't want me to die too early. I tried to become a better person and what happens? I keep turning into the same old person.

My thoughts were interrupted by a scream and I didn't realize I'm too far from Nawal's room.

Please baby, hold on. Don't die on me.

The surrounding is all white. I can't see anything as it's too bright. I slowly open my eyes to adjust the brightness and soon I am in a garden. Not just any garden. It is the most gorgeous garden, ever. To my right, there's a waterfall and the view is Subhan Allah. Near the water, there is a variety of flowers, each of different colour and shape. To my left, there's a swing that is attached to a tree full of fruits. The handles of swing are covered in flowers and the seat looks like a bed of flowers made gently. I walked over and tried to sit by grabbing the handles. But as soon as my palm touched the handles, I immediately take it back as it started to pain. Upon seeing it, I saw my palms covered in tiny needles. There was blood dripping and the sight made me throw up. When I turned, I saw Aadil. But, he looked different. Good different. He looked almost like....the Aadil I liked. The one I fell in love with. The genuine smile on his face, the happiness that radiated from him instead of hatred made me run to him and hugged him tightly. He was stunned for a second but then hugged me back.

We stood in the same position for a while. He then took my palm and inspected it. He tried to take the needles as careful as he could, but the pain was unbearable and soon tears started to fall from my eyes. Aadil looks sad now.

'I am sorry if I am hurting you hayati, but I need to take them before it hurts you even more.' He took a hold on my shoulders and turned me around to the swing. He indicated me to look at the swing.

'You see that swing,, Hayati? That swing which looks so beautiful with flowers covered, and you instantly went to sit on it. But see what happened. Those beautiful looking flowers made you bleed. It wasn't intentional but they somehow did. Life is just like that, sweetheart. When you see something good, you can't expect everything to be good. There comes a time when the good thing will turn bad. And then there are bad things. They won't be all bad. You just have to look closely before choosing it. It depends on us. What we want, whether we can manage it or not. When you chose to sit on the swing, you didn't hesitate just because it looked beautiful. If you knew it contained needles, you'd have second thoughts. Choose wisely my Hayati. Choose wisely...'

Aadil suddenly started to fade away. I called his name again and again but I just couldn't see him. Where is he! I ran for long and still, I didn't found him. After a while, I saw the beautiful flowers losing its colour. They were disappearing. The waterfall stopped. Instead of water, there was a red substance, my guess is blood. The view turned dark. I can feel a bad energy. I then saw Aadil with the expression of hatred. No! Where is my Aadil who called me Hayati? Where is my Aadil who was smiling just a while ago? He came near to me and we just stood and stared at each other.

"This is the real me Nawal. You can't change it. You don't know what you've signed for. If your life wasn't hell before, it will be worse now. I will make sure to make every single day of your life wanting to kill yourself. That's what we planned. Right, Baba?"

Right then, my father came and had this gleam in his eyes that made me shiver in fear.

"Aww. Is my dear daughter afraid of me?" He mocked me.

Then, the unimaginable happened. He stabbed Aadil from the back twice and looking at Aadil, it was like seeing the bad fading away and what was left was my Aadil, gasping for air. I screamed my lungs out seeing what happened in front of my eyes. My father started to laugh wickedly and I ran to catch Aadil but it was too late. I grabbed his head and kept on my lap trying to keep him awake.

"Wake up Aadil. Don't die. Please! I can't live without you. You can't just leave me with all of these people!" Aadil tried to make me quite but there was no chance I was going to. Aadil then kept his palm on my mouth and motioned me to lean towards him.

"Remember what I told you hayati. You can't expect all good from a person. There will be a time when the good turns bad for the sake of not hurting themselves again. Never....forget this...I... I love.. you Nawal.." With that, he disappeared from the ground and I was being shaken violently.

"Nawal! NAWAL! Wake up! You are scaring me. Please, wake up for me. PLEASE! NURSE! Come here! Fast!"

I slowly opened my eyes and was confused for a moment. Where am I? I then saw the familiar room, the hospital scent. I'm still in my hospital room. And in front of me was Aadil shaking me, but stopped when he saw I was awake. Tears were rolling fast on his face and I never saw him this much concerned for me. I felt little good but then I also remembered he is the reason for me in this hospital.

"Get the hell away from me Aadil. I think I made myself clearer. I don't want to see your face again. Get LOST!"

I don't know where this anger was coming but I wanted him - no. I needed him to leave this room. My mind is already jumbled up with the dream I just had. Soon the nurse rushed in and requested Aadil to leave.

His face. Oh, God. His face held so many emotions that I almost lost my control. Almost. The nurse then injected me with something that made me sleepy instantly. But before my eyelids closed, I saw Aadil murmured something. It looked like him saying 'I love you', just like in the dream. But I am pretty sure it's my mind playing games.

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Hey guys! Back with another chapter. Lol. Won't be saying anything. Let's just soak this chapter in yeah?

Until then,