I regretted it as soon as I made my move on Khirad just as Ashar came running home to her from his trip. I hit as his lowest points to convince everyone that we indeed were having an affair, and judging by his face, everything went to plan but I felt low. Khirad was one of the brightest people I knew but she was also innocent…a little too innocent for her own good to be honest. But as soon as Sara contacted me out of nowhere and told me that I indeed had one chance of making her mine for good my mind was already made up…I had indeed hurt a lot of people to crawl out o the hole I had been living in but I swore that I would make it up to Khirad one day….she was the only person who had genuinely cared about me all long. Everyone else I had hurt were selfish ambition less assholes who were no better than leeches…but it was too late to regret what I had done now. I did apologise to her as much as I could and I tried to explain the situation to her as much as I could but the damage was already done. I had to move on and get the money I was promised to finish my studies…and finally become the man that Sara deserved. She even agreed to marry me when I retuned straight after my studies.
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I thought I was going to die under the weight that had crushed my heart the minute I saw my wife and Khizar of all people getting…intimate in Sara's kitchen! I had zoned out from that point on, my ears were ringing and I felt a rise of anger and betrayal tear my insides into pieces until I had to get the hell out of there before I tore down my aunt's house. I thought about it over and over again, but when I ran to confront my wife, mother had already told me that Khizar had picked up my wife and they had happily ran off together into the sunset, leaving me behind with no explanation, no answers, no closure…and no wife who I had fallen in love with for the very first time.
So what else could I do but bury myself into my work every single day of the week…until she showed up at my work place 5 years later and basically introduced me to a daughter I had no idea that I had and a heart defect that I was suddenly responsible for. I thought I hated her before but the fact that she had hidden my daughter from me pulled me into a fresh new rage. Everybody was right about her; she could never reach my standard of living, she was selfish bitch that cheated on me…but that wasn't all. I had welcomed my daughter into my life but I also had this,,,desire…to torture Khirad for everything she had puttee though until my daughter's operation was completed…but to also keep her close at the same time. We were both hot and cold with each other until my daughter's operation drew near…then we had started…relying on each other emotionally. I was so conflicted in my emotions that I even foolishly suggested that we get back together…for the sake of my daughter of course. But there was still a part of me that hated her for everything sh end put me through and she had made it as clear as day that she hated my very existence. The once beautiful innocent strong-minded girl was…still beautiful and strong-minded…but she had also become an ice-queen. At this point I was well into my feelings…until I found the letter she had written to me all those years ago when my daughter innocently requested to see our wedding pictures like the ones that were shown on television.
I felt every part of me freeze up in horror; I had finally found out the truth of what really happened that day. I found out how my mother and her sister followed Sara's little plan right down to the humiliation everyone knew she would feel, bu even I suspected that nobody guessed she would have t he nerve to show her face again with our sickly 5 year old daughter. I felt so…disgusted, so humiliated and so betrayed as well. I had no face to show the woman who I now realised that I was still in love with, how could I possible face her after all of this? But I…i had to try and give her justice at least.