บททั้งหมดของ Obsession: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The smell of anti-septics, disinfectants and medicinal drugs was what she woke up to. Irritating her nose. Her eyes trying to flutter open but the tingling pain in her head was maddening her. The upper part of her eye-lids were throbbing. Giving out a breath, she atlast opened her eyes that came in contact with the ceiling. Her grey irises moved left and right with confusion dancing in her dead. She tried to sit up, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Her heart beating like a drum in her ears. As she placed her hand on the bed to sit up, a cry of pain suddenly broke out through her lips. She tried to move her neck towards her hand but couldn't. Her neck was immobilized by a brace. The trunk of her body began to shiver as tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't feel any pain but the hammering pain in her head was killing her. Her mind was jumbled. Hazed. Troubled. As she couldn't put two and two together. She felt as if she had no limbs, as if she had never had legs and arms. Her brain was

"Pray Sheharzaad, my eyes won't settle at you before the date changes," he straightened himself not before giving a peck at her forehead. "Will you stand by your words?" she asked, "will you let me go if you weren't able to catch me?" "I will," he replied and took off his wrist watch before passing it to her. "You will need it. Now start your hunt," he said and left. .... There was this wrist watch on which she had her eyes on since the moment she came into her hiding place. Just an hour was left for the clock to turn to 12. The place which the guard had told her about, she had been hiding there. The hotel was too big that it would take almost a week if you were to go and search through each and every nook of it. And no signs of anyone finding her appeared until now. An hour was left. For her freedom. Every minute was agonizing, mentally torturing for her. Every breath, which she so laboriously took, made her feel he was around her, watching her. The ambiguity of situation w

"Yes?" she asked as she couldn't catch what she said. "Your food is turning cold. I will help you feed," Maria said and sat beside her on the bed and began to take spoonfuls of porridge to feed her. The ceramic bowl reminded her of the one she had at her house of her parents. The bowl was almost as same as the one engraved in her fainted memory with borders of red and blue flowers. It was almost like a deja-vu. Her mother also once fed her porridge in a nearly same bowl. Her eyes trailed from the white sheets of the bed, to the bowl in Maria's hand, the spoon that she held out for her, Maria's arm and all the way upto her face. Oh, how much she wished her ammi was staring back at her with a smiling face. "Please, I don't want to eat," Her throat clogged, "please," A small breath teared through her lips as her chest was tightening with pain. Pain of losing a beloved. Her eyes welled up. She hadn't felt sick but now recalling the old times, she fell into an abyss of depression a

"Dua. My Dua," The whispery voice said from the other side of phone making her cheeks turn red."Nikkah Mubarak," The voice said again and she drew her lashes to the floor, feeling shy."How many more times would you say that?" Her voice too wasn't above a whisper as she bit her lips."Until the little creature we created is not out in the world,"Her hand crawled to her stomach as she protectively placed it. "My jaan. Mama Baba love you," She caressed her belly."But baba loves you much more, jaan," He said from the other side of phone."No mama does,""Baba,""Mama,""Baba,""Oh so you want to fight, so let's fight," She said and was about to start her bickering when something shifted behind her and she turned around only to get widened-eyes. "Haya," Dua whispered.....One step.Another step.And then another step. She kept on walking holding his hands tightly as her vision was blocked by the black eye patch. Then she heard a creaking of door, and they both entering in that roo

She had awaken up. He wasn't there when her eyes had opened and she deduced he might have left long ago. She sat up. A feeling of a lingering kiss on her forehead got to her, making her rub her forehead frantically when her eyes fixed on the ring in her finger. She had never dared taking it off after that trauma of being thrown down from a building. "I hate you," she said to herself, "I hate you so much, Shehryaar," And rubbed her forehead again, until it turned red. "Change my name if I married you," Her jaw clenched, "I swear change my name. I will kill myself before being your wife, Shehryaar," She uttered to herself.Suddenly, the door to her room opened and he entered. Her eyes broadened in realization. Her voice was loud enough to reach the ears of anyone standing at that side of door."You?" She cleared her throat, "are you s-still here?""Your plans are very dangerous, Sheharzaad," he told quietly.And then she knew, he had heard it. Moving her chin up in defiance she was abo