"Aram se bhai.... han yaha... yaha lait ja..."

haarib helped me lying. I was been discharged and now in my room.

Haarib placed two pillows under my right leg where plaster was.

Everyone was here. Alia, zuhaib, mom, haarib, even ifra also came and after sometime she also left. But my eyes were searching for HER.

"Haarib! Soha?" I asked him. He looked at me for a moment and then looked away changing the topic,

"You want juice? Doctors have told you to only have liquid diet for about two we...."

"I am asking something haarib!" I shut him up and said in a loud voice.

It hurt so badly! Speaking in loud voice. I put my hand on my stomach. Ahhhh....

I took deep breaths.

"You know the answer! And stop acting like a child! Ek toh mai NY se yaha teri ye bemari nahi dekhne aya tha. Kis ullu k pathay ne kaha tha tujhe itni tez gari chalane ko? Kia! Soch kia raha tha tu! " Haarib exploded at me.

"Tujh jaisay ko na do thapar mary hon na toh aqal thikane aa jaye! Accelerator par pao toh aise rakha ho ga jaise agar tune accelerator se pao uthaya toh ye dunya blast ho jaye gi! "

Well! He was too way frustrated.

"Tujhe jana hai toh ja ! I didn't told you to stay here!" I also said matching his tone.

But hell! It so freaking hurt.

"Tujhe konsa khayal ha apno ka! Kitna dar hua maa ko! Alia! Us ka kuch khayal ha tujhe?" He continued but I looked away in frustration.

Same lines....same lines soha ne bhi kahi thi....

"Aur fikar na kar! ja hi raha hun! Mai konsa teri biwi ki tarha baray dil ka hun! Jo tu mere sath batamezi karai aur ma phir bhi tere pass tera khayal karne ruk jao!" He waved his hand saying this and went away.

"Han toh ja na...ru.... wait a minute! What did you said?" I wasn't sure of what he said.

Did he meant that soha came?

"Han bhai! Tujhe teri biwi hi sanbhal sakti hai!" He exclaimed and then smiled.

He came forward and said, " ab bhabi ko bohat mushkilo se manaya ha. Ab na dil tori un ka. Sudhar ja aur jaldi se is bed se uth ja. Warna tu yaha baitha rahi aur mai wapis chala jao ga. Phir ao ga wapis jab tere bachay ho jaye gay...."

I rolled my eyes.

Ye nahi sudhre ga.

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"Here's your medicine and soup. " I placed the tray on the nightstand.

Sheharyar looked at me with surprise.

"Thank you. " he whispered.

I didn't paid attention and went to the couch.

Yeah! I told the maid to put it back here. As I would be staying here so...

Plus all his family members all the cousins have also been here. Tamasha nahi lagana chahti mai!

I moved towards the wardrobe to change.

My eyes stopped at dressing table and the moment came over my mind.....

**

Then, I stared at the wall and all the incident came with a anger rushing over my mind.

"

Just go away! Let me have some peace.

"Ahh..." Sheharyar's voice made me look at him. The spoon was slipped out of his hand and was on the floor. His shirt had drops of soup all over.

Right hand has been plastered and left hand couldn't work properly.

6 bones have been fractured still the ego is same!

Bola nahi jata k nahi piya ja raha!

Frustrated, I moved towards him and folded my hands in front of him.

"Ego abhi tak gai nahi na ap ki. Bol nahi sakty k nahi khaya ja raha!" I said with anger.

He looked up for once and then looked here and there but me.

Ye nahi bolai gay! I don't even know k mai wapis kiu aa gai yaha par!

Because soha! You know the promise you made with your baba.

Be with your husband in his good and bad times both.

Either he considers me as his wife or not. I have to fulfill my promise and my responsibilities.

I moved forward and took a tissue and cleaned his shirt. I brought another spoon from the kitchen and started to feed him.

When I first brought the spoon to his lips, he was shocked I guess. Then he looked at my face then at spoon.

"Zehar nahi khila rahi! Soup hi pila rahi hun! Just open your mouth. " I said with frustration.

He then finally started to have soup.

He still had difficulty is breathing and moving.

My eyes were moving from his face to his plastered hand... then to his leg.

A pang of hurt hit my heart.

Love is just that...you give everything to one you love even when they don't love you back.

Sheharyar bhalay hi mujh se nafrat karty hon. Par I have promised myself that I'll bring that old Sheharyar back for the sake of happiness of aunty.

Ek maa ko apne bete ki smile se ziyada kia cheez aziz ho gi.....

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She was too silent. She was just feeding me but her mind was somewhere else.

I didn't had a single hope that she would come.

Kiu Sheharyar? Tum toh isi larki ko lalchi kehty thay na?

If she would have been after your money then she won't be here right now feeding you right now when almost 6 of your bones have been fractured!

She is doing this because she loves me.....

And you don't?

No

So why were you so egar to bring her back home?

Just for mom and fam...

Oohh! So you are lying to yourself too Sheharyar! Great.

The constant battle of my mind and heart again started. I took a deep breath and.....ouchhh! That also hurts.

She was finished with feeding and went out of room taking the utensils.

She came back and sat on the couch with some novel in her hand.

I wanted to change my shirt its too stinging.

"Umm! Ahemmm!" I cleared my throat so that may be she'll see towards me. But she didn't.

Arrogant!

"Soha! Give me my shirt. I have to change it. " I said more like an order.

She looked up at me surprisingly

"Are you in a condition to give orders? Speak with some sweetness. " she said while placing her book to aside.

"Sweetness? Are you out of your mind? Nahi karna toh you may go and call haarib. He'll help me" I said with anger.

"Chalo ap ne ye toh mana k THE MR. SHEHARYAR ALI needs help!

And for your information, haarib went to drop ifra and I don't think he would be back soon. " she replied with a smile.

I closed my eyes. Ye insan galat waqat par flirt karne kiu chala jata hai! Tharki.

Now I have to ask her. No other option. Mom and Alia would have been sleeping by now.

"Soha! Will.you.please.help.me.change.my.shirt?" I said with grinded teeth.

"Hmmm! A better one. Is dafa man rahi hun next time! Do it a little more good!" She smiled and went towards the wardrobe.

Dil kar raha abhi uth k is ko toh mai.... aouuch! Ahhhhhh.....

Placing my left hand on my stomach I took deep breaths. I should really learn to stay in my place otherwise this hell of pain would kill me.

Soha came with first aid kit and my shirt on her other hand.

"Why did you brought my dress shirt? I want to wear a T-shirt!" I told her.

She ignored me and sat beside me again.

She first stopped and her movements and facial expressions tell that she was being nervous.

Oohh! So taking my shirt off makes her nervous.

I smiled and she moved opened the button of my current shurt and then moved a bit closer and hugged me. I was shocked because I was lying and she was hugging me.

Her hair.... they were as usually placed on her left side. Some strands came across with my bare stomach and their silky and softness.....

I closed my eyes. But then I realized that she wasn't hugging me!

She was helping me sitting up without moving my backbone.

You stupid idiot!

I sat up. Her chin was still on my shoulder. With her one hand around my stomach, she pulled some pillows behind me with the other hand.

I then rested my back on then.

I rested my head on then.

I was now in half lying position.

She was silent all the time. She then said,

"I need to change your bandages. "

I nodded as I was out of words.

Why was she being so nice to me. I hate it when she acts nice because.... that makes my mind and heart to think that she is nice....

And again that battle starts in my mind.

She removed a bandage from my left jawline. Then applied something stinging. I closed my eyes at that sting feeling but then I felt something soothing.

I opened my eyes and saw her blowing over my wounds and a frown was there on her forehead as if....as if she was in pain.

I was astonished seeing her this reaction.

Why does she care for me this much.

She then removed my shirt firstly from left side and then again moved a little closer to pull off the shirt from behind my back then from right hand.

Her eyes were constantly on the bed or on the shirt. She didn't even once dare to look up towards my chest.

I smiled at her cuteness.

She then placed the new shirt firstly on my right arm carefully and then pulling it all over my back, she brought it in front over my left arm.

She then closed my buttons and said.

"This is why I bought the dress shirt!"

And then left with first aid kit.

I can bet that her hands were shaking by now.

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Ye larki thakti nahi hai kam kar kar k?

I mean since ever I have been met with accident.... is ne ek minute k liye bhi mera sath nahi chora....

Its been almost a month and she did all my work in this duration. From my clothes to my diet. My medicines, my exercise and also sometimes listen to my taunts also. Except for taking me to the bathroom. It was haarib's duty.

She also helped me with my office works a bit also doing her own job also.

Why is she doing this much for me....

She was here with me, in the hospital ward where my plaster was being removed.

"So! Now after the plaster is removed, you have to do the physiotherapy of leg and shoulder muscles. You may consult the physiotherapist. " the doctor instructed.

"Don't worry doctor! He have a great wife he won't need any therapist! Right soha! " haarib was also here!

Kameena galat time par galat baat bolay ga!

Her hands shivered during giving me a sponge bath, and she would help me with the physiotherapy?

Aur hi hadiyan tor de gi meri!

Hahahha I still remembered her face! Last week when I asked her that I want to take bath and she strictly ordered me NOT to go near water. Then mom told her to give me a sponge bath. She was full red just like tomato doing that.

"Yeah I'll do it sir! Thank you!" She smiled at him and he left.

She was looking at the plaster when the man brought the machine to cut it. She was deep in her thoughts. I, took the opportunity and said to haarib,

"Wase haarib! Physiotherapy ma bhi kafi hath pao pakarna parta ha na patient ka?"

Haarib first got confused then he understood and said, "array han yar! Kafi mehnat hoti ha aur pass pass bhi ana parta hai....bar bar...." he smiled.

Soha looked in our direction but ignored us and said,

"Haarib! Ap inhay le kar ghar jaye and don't let him put weight on his right foot. I'll come at night. I have a surgery to assist. "

"Naukar ap ki khidmat mai hazir hai janab!" Haarib placing his hand on his chest and bending a little.

She smiled and went saying thank you.

Haarib helped me to get up and drove us back home.

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I was in my room. It was almost 10 at night. Soha wasn't home yet!

I was going through the files on my laptop. My arm and leg was free. Just a little ach in moving my fingers.

Haarib was also sitting beside me.

"Haarib! Why is she acting so nice to me...." I asked out of nowhere.

"Who?" He asked.

"Soha...."

"Because she loves you!"

"How come! I did so much to her. My behavior, my taunts, my anger.... still...." I was confused and he is the only one to make me out of this.

"Because she is not the one you think she is! She is not like jasmine!" He said with bitterness.

I looked at him with anger.... all the old memories and fury came rushing back with just mentioning of her name.

"Shut up haarib!"

"What shut up Sheharyar? What? Huh! I have seen love ....pure love in her eyes and what you are doing to her isn't what she is worth of. She deserves more than a shit like you okay! " haarib exploded.

I was confused of why he was saying this all....

"I am saying this all because I saw you treating her! Array woh bechari toh chup chap tumhari bakwas sunti rehti hai aur tu sunata rehta hai.... us din bhi kia bakwas kar raha tha tu us se.... k 'tune us se shadi sirf Alia k liye ki ha and that she won't ever get the place of your wife whatever she do or not? '.... he looked at my face and I said, " han toh sach hi kaha tha..."

He stood up and was about to leave when he said,

"Sherry I swear to God! Tujh jaisa insan us k qabil hi nahi hai! She is far better than you and by doing this all!

I really am sorry to say this but you and your behavior have proven that you are the son of your dad! " he left shutting the door loudly.

your behavior have proven that you are the son of your dad!

your behavior have proven that you are the son of your dad!

His voice again and again resonating in my ears. Building the anger more and more....

I came home late and aunty was sleeping. So I went straight to my room.

As I entered, I was met with the darkness.

Confused.

I switched on the lights. He was sitting on the couch facing the balcony. Smoking!

I rolled my eyes and went near,

"Sheharyar I told you not to smoke! It'll effect your recovery. "

No answer.

I got more closer and shaked his shoulder a bit. He didn't moved.

I came and sat on my toe in front of him.

What made me shocked was! His tears!

He was crying. And there was a paper in his hands. I took that paper and read it.

Divorce deed!

I looked up in his eyes. His eyes were focused on balcony.

He can't do this! He.... he couldn't....

I again read the paper,

I, Sheharyar Ali, son of Ali Riaz wants divorce from Soha Imtiyaz.....

The paper fell from my hands.

My whole body trembled.

Wasn't I able to fulfill his all needs.... his care...

I..... I was speechless....

And the only question that was wondering over my mind.... I whispered it,

"Why?"