I thought stalking Sara, studying in America and having a visa there would solve everything…but apparently I was fooled. I had come to Sara's home the minute my plane had landed. But strangely the home was locked. I kept calling Zarina aunty with no answer at all. I was beginning to get a strange sinking feeling all of a sudden…what if something had happened to her? But before I could answer that question I found myself breaking down the front door for a while until my arms and legs bled but I didn't stop there. I ran to her room to find Sara all alone with her wrists bleeding out. I rushed out to her and grabbed her instantly before flagging down a taxi. I had never felt such panic in my entire life…she was my only lifeline and her own life was slipping away. But soon enough I had heard her mutter something over and over again. I leaned in closer, hoping to hear my name finally come out from her mouth. But what she said next completely changed the course of my life.
My mind wondered back to these 5 years in a strange country, weird food and racial prejudice I had to put up with all of this time just to be Sara's equal…and she was still chanting Ashar's name like a prayer, even when she was at the verge of dying!I had finally got through to Sara's mom and I made her coffees to everything that had happened ever since I had left with good intentions… …so Sara had never intended to marry me at all. She was just using me to break up a perfect marriage that she was still consumed with. She had been besides Ashar every single day when she promised me that she would get over him to gain his love and she still hand't gotten the hint yet. Ashar had never loved her at all. I looked over at the woman who I had considered to me my angel, my lifeline and my joy; the most beautiful women I had ever met and I finally saw her true colours; she was a spoilt, jealous, destructive person. She had deceived and harmed all of us for a such a long time under her sweet and charming smile…and I was going to make her pay, and not just for myself, but for Khirad like I had vowed to 5 years ago. But first, I had to wait for her to wake up; aunt Farida hd lost her mind, Ashar refused to be in the same room as me…my only hope now was the person I had hurt the most. Khirad put self-respect above everything so I know that even my presence may disturb her…but she was also entitled for her revenge.
The first step was to visit Khirad when Ashar wasn't home; she never left her home anymore and stayed close to her daughter's side. But now Ashar had started to stay by Khirad's side and I could tell it really annoyed her, but I guess she was putting up with it for their child's sake. Honestly…I fi knew she was pregnant when I did what I did…I wasn't sure if I would go through it again to be honest. In fact, now that I knew what my precious Sara was capable of I probably wouldn't have done any of it in the first place…or maybe it was all a blessing in disguise after all? Sara expected everyone she met to fall in love with her instantly, to fall over their feet for her, and do her bidding like she was an actual princess. But from the moment I had heard about her betrayal; her beautiful image I had always carried in my heart had now been torn apart. I was so devoted to her; she was always so other worldly to me that I couldn't help myself. But now I was completely heartbroken to the point where I was raging in my own anger, the betrayal I had committed just to please her and for what? To separate Khirad and Asher for what exactly? That should have told me that Sraa still wanted Ashar for herself rather than all of the lies she spun me about just looking our for her closest cousin. I should have known better…