บททั้งหมดของ Obsession: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Days passed.Things were normal for them but not for her. She carried on with her routine of eating the sleeping pills and sleep before he come home or to be at his father's room so he wouldn't so easily get her. It was dinner time, and the maid had asked Sheherzaad to come to the dining room. She didn't feel like going.She felt aloof.She liked to be reserved and alone.Depressed.This was what she just had been failing since past few days. She felt she had developed a hate with her ownself.Whenever she would look herself in the mirror, she won't like what she would see. And that would make her cry. Her hopelessness in herself and in life has been increasing. She couldn't identify the reason but when she looked in the mirror, she didn't like what she see as she used to before.The other day, she was sitting on the sofa when slowly tears began to flow down her eyes and she began to cry out, "I hate myself,"She then stood up and stared herself in the mirror and placed her hand o

It all happened so fast. In a flash. Like a thunder of lightening. Bullets being fired. Loud gunshots. And a pair of grey eyes coming infront her vision. Her wrist clasped in a callous hand and she was being dragged. She didn't realize when she was in the over speeding car, the metallic gates of haveli opening, she being dragged all the way from the car to their room and on the plush mattress. The haveli was empty since everybody was at the birthday party. Her beggings, like music in background, resonated in her ears and those beggings fell deaf on his ears. "Shehryaar.... no...I wasn't involved in it," "Shehryaar no... please don't take me to the cell," "Shehryaar.... Dua... told...Shehryaar.... Dua said that you'd be there... please," All her beggings were invain. And his words. His menacing words. "My father never caught my mother red handed that is why he is still in his grief but that won't be the case with me, Sheharzaad. I will make each betrayer reach thei

Meanwhile, Hannan was in the cell and then in the hospital, his wife, and mother of his child, Dua has been trying to locate him utilizing her resources. Hannan has given up on his revenge mission because of Shehryaar's threat. One day, while he was in hospital, the door to his hospital room opened and Dua walked in. Surprise came over his features. He had almost forgotten about Dua. "Dua, we can't work anymore," Hannan was scared that his mother would come because he has hidden his marriage from his mother.Dua who was about to say something with a smile on her face, suddenly, all the happiness on her face evacuated."What?" "I'm sorry, Dua," he uttered."But our child..." her words faltered."This child.... I never wanted it. You forced me to have an intercourse with you to seal this marriage so there was no way out," he told Dua, who knew that it was the truth. "Why are you doing this?" She asked, tears in her eyes, "why?" she cried out, "why?!""I.... fell in love with another

Pitch darkness. All that could be seen, and felt was darkness. The only light was the moonlight coming from a small corner high up the wall with bars installed. Shehryaar felt a lingering pain in the nape of his neck. The place smelled of bloodshed and gore. He was well aware of that putrid smell of blood. Many times, he had taken lives of shivering souls in a similar environment. He found himself tied to a wooden chair with ropes and chains all over him like a precocious animal caught. His mind and eyes foggy. Unable to process anything. And all he was able to remember and recall were those intimate moments with Shearzaad. While she was no where to be seen. He couldn't decipher who had the audacity to put him in this stingy cell. His mind now running thousand miles per hour. The thoughts of him and his wife popping in front of his eyes. And slowly the memories began to sunk in further. The kiss she had placed on his lips, uttering her goodbyes. That knife jabbed in his ar

5 YEARS LATER (5 years to when zaad left sherry) The soft chirps of vibrant birds made gentle sigh leave her lips. Straightening her back against the wooden bench, Sheherzaad angled her neck to look around and embrace the solace, solitude provided her. Lush green fields waved joyously,I singing a windy lullaby of their own. Sheherzaad smiled; it felt freshening. It had been half a decade, yet any subtle joy would bring her back to dreadful memories, making her realize how precious liberty was. She, now, would try to intake actual joy of freedom in real sense. Because she once had paid a dreadful price for that. For thing, you had to pay for in past, suddenly becomes available to you free of cost, is bound to burst bubbles of happiness and gratitude. Who could understand that better than Sheherzaad... She still had scars, but now she had stopped fearing them. They were proof of her strength, of how much she endured, and of how far she had come. To put that vicious year of life behind,