He was sitting beside her observing all her features, taking in her Features in his memory as a thirsty person does with water. He was doing that for the last hour or more. He was staring at her face which showed calmness on her face. Her innocent face looked now no more innocent. Her innocence was lost somewhere in the middle of all this chaos.
She had struggled alone, she suffered alone and that thought was, again and again, nagging his mind. He couldn't even get time to repent for his lost baby. How could he when he had to be strong for her.
She was already broken and if he also would have broken then who would have handled her? Although he didn't feel his baby near him, he loved their baby
Immensely. Whenever a thought of Zehra would his mind along with her's their baby's thought would also go across.
