"Guys its really sad... But its enough... Its been four months..." Sasha said and looked at abeer and meher who sat in front of her. They were at her farmhouse.
"Sasha is right..." Nisaar stated.
"Guys stop mourning... We both can't understand your pain but looking at you both... Like this... It hurts... Abeera... Cmon yaar... Be a man... We can get past it... Life isn't over..." Sasha held abeer's hand and told him.
"Easy said than done..." Abeer snorted.
"Abeer yaar... You are turning into a sadist... Cmon why don't you guys go out... Enjoy your time... Reunite... And rediscover what you guys think you both lost... Meher.. Say something..." Sasha looked at meher.
"My husband is not a sadist Sasha..."
Meher said and abeer looked at her, the first time in the past two hours.
"Well let's just say he is scared that I would again end up killing his child... He thinks I'm incapable of carrying my own child..." Meher concluded.
The pair of eyes which was compassionate a moment ago, now turned dark and cold.
"This woman... She will be the death of me guys... Breaking news... I fell in love with the very reason of my destruction..." Abeer yelled in frustration and went into the balcony.
Nisaar followed him while Sasha stayed back.
"Meher I know abeer from when we were kids..." Sasha started.
"I know it Sasha... You probably know him better girl..." Meher spat.
"Meher just calm down and listen to what I have got... He is clearly upset... Abeer has been one of those guys who got every single thing they ever wanted... And this baby... Well it was on the top in that list..." Sasha sighed.
"Are you trying to say - hold on... He is just upset that he didn't get what he wanted... Isn't he...?? And.. and what he just spoke about me... He... He wanted me and got me... But its only because of me he didn't get the next thing he wanted... I'm the reason we lost the baby... The baby which he wanted..." Meher said understanding the whole thing.
The very idea that just got from Sasha's words.
"I am supposed to feel insulted... Right..?? But I don't...?? Have I lost every ounce of my self respect...??? Have I become this woman...?? This woman who just wants her husband to look at her, the way he used to... What am I doing with my life..."
Meher panicked and left the place. She had to get out of there. To breathe. To think.
"What's wrong Abeer...??" Nisaar asked after standing there with him silently for few minutes.
"Everything Nisaar..."
"Yaar do you realise you are hurting her in all this...??"
"She also hurted me yaar... You know what she said to me that night... Its because god answered my prayers... Yes I never wanted the child until I knew its mine... But wasn't it the obvious thing...?? Would you accept that your wife is carrying a child which isn't yours...?? Would you be excited for that kid...???" Abeer asked.
Nisaar nodded his head in negative in response.
"Nisaar you know me dude... Why will I hurt her intentionally yaar...?? I love her but it hurts... I can't forget that we failed as parents..." Abeer sighed.
"Yaar abeer..." Sasha walked into the balcony.
Abeer raised his eye brow at Sasha, waiting for her to say whatever she had to.
"Meher... Dude she... I mean isn't it rude to walk out like that...??" Sasha said.
"She walked out on you...??" Abeer asked.
"Yep... Because you walked out on her..."
"Leave it guys... Let's go party tonight... Old times..." Nisaar suggested, trying to end the very discussion.
Meher reached home and was about to run upstairs when madhvi called her. Meher quickly wiped away a tear that rolled down her eye and put on a fake smile on her face, before turning around.
"Yes mom..."
"Where is Abeer...??"
"Mom he... He is with nisaar... I came home because I have an important meeting tomorrow..." Meher made an excuse.
"Tomorrow is Sunday beta..." Madhvi said.
Meher realised that madhvi did understand that she was hiding something. Covering up for her husband.
"Stop making excuses for him meher... I don't know what's wrong with abeer... He was never like this before... Whenever I look at him, I feel I don't know him anymore..." Madhvi continued and looked straight into meher's eyes; which were already holding a pool of tears from falling.
"I also don't know him maa... Somewhere deep down he still blames me... We aren't the same... I feel as if I have lost my husband along with my child..." Meher whispered and her voice cracked by the end.
"I'm sorry meher... I'm ashamed..."
"No maa... Please... Abeer isn't doing it intentionally... We will get through this... He really loves us all..." Meher hugged madhvi and consoled her.
It was past midnight and meher was hell worried about Abeer. If it was months back, he would have never left her alone. He would have called her informing about his whereabouts. She cried thinking that she lost her abeer and has come so away from him that it all seems meaningless sometimes. They were distant now. Unlike the madly in love couple they were a year back. But it was enough now. Enough of losing everytime and letting him win. Enough of putting his pain before hers and giving in to him. She wasn't this girl. His love had been changing her from the very beginning, and she started to realise it now. Everything that happened according to his wish made him happy and she always gave in to his demands. Only if she realised it earlier. She got up from the bed and dialed his number. It went unanswered and she kept dialing it until she heard the sound of a car outside. She hurriedly ran to the window and sighed when she saw it was his car. Finally he decided to return home.
Meher ran downstairs and opened the door just in time as he was about to ring the bell. She stared at the man in front of her and cringed her nose. This wasn't the abeer she loved and married. He wasn't a drunkard, as long as she remembers. Abeer looked at her and leaned against the door, his eyes not leaving her face.
"Come inside abeer..." Meher said authoritatively.
"Were you missing me...??" He asked and giggled.
"I don't even know you..." Meher sighed.
Abeer almost stumbled when meher stepped forward and helped him. She supported him wrapping his arm around her and made him enter the house. She closed the door and turned around towards abeer when he leaned into her.
"I missed you..." He whispered and for the first time ever his words didn't reach her heart. She could smell the alcohol in his breath and turned her face away from him, leaning back into the door. She wasn't used to this drunk avatar of the guy she loved with all her heart. He wasn't her abeer.
"Meher..."
As his breath now fanned on the nape of her neck, she shivered and pushed him lightly.
"Let's go upstairs abeer... Everybody else is sleeping..."
Meher told abeer and pulled him behind her to the bedroom. The last thing she wanted tonight was to get embarrassed and the way her husband was behaving pointed towards this very thing. Embarrassment and humiliation.
Entering into the bedroom and closing the door behind her, she pulled herself away from Abeer.
"I never thought I would see a day like this... My husband returning home drunk... What's your agenda huh...?? What...?? Drink and get wasted...??" Meher asked Abeer trying to keep her tone and irritation in check.
Abeer ignored her and got into the bed closing his eyes. Meher looked at his form angrily and shook him.
"I'm talking to you... Abeer..."
"Hmm..." came the reply that increased her irritation even more.
"Abeer Malhotra I have had enough... I'm sick of this now..." Meher said in a hope abeer would listen to her and understand.
When she expected a reply from him, he opened his eyes and reached for her. At first meher wanted to step away but she couldn't and soon she was pulled by him, lying on top of him. Her breath hitched when his hold on her wrist tightened and he rolled her over.
"Get off me abeer..." Meher said in an almost inaudible voice.
"I love you..."
Meher had no idea when her eyes were locked his and she was mesmerised and paralysed under his burning touch. That was what his single touch did to her, every single time. Her heart was racing a marathon the whole time she fell weak under his touch. His lips were working up and down the length of her neck and her shoulder blade until his words rang in her ears.
"And your carelessness killed our baby..."
"Only because of you... Why did u stress yourself out...?? Why...?? For a freaking job... A single job took so much from us meher..."
"This woman... She will be the death of me guys... Breaking news... I fell in love with the very reason of my destruction..."
"Ab.. Abeer... S.. Stop..." Meher stammered.
"I'm sorry baby... I love you..."
Meher opened her eyes and this time they were empty. Devoid of tears and pain. She couldn't take it anymore and had to take a step forward, before it was too late. She pushed abeer away and got up from the bed.
"What do you think you are doing...?? What are we abeer...?? What...??"
"What are we doing...?? Anything new...??" Abeer asked after gulping down a glass of chilled water.
Meher took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"I just know one thing that I won't be fulfilling any of your needs right now... You just can't get drunk and come close to me... I'm not some booty call you know... We have some serious business going on here... And I want to-"
"What do you want exactly...?? Just say it for once and for all..." Abeer told in a im-not-interested tone.
"I want you to understand that we have to move on now. Yes I had a miscarriage. So what..??? It isn't the end of the world... I have been hurt the most in all this... Only if you try to understand and stop blaming me... Why are you the one who is still lamenting over the loss and making me feel guilty every time... This has to stop now... I'm done with mourning over the loss... I'm done... I want to move past it..."
"You know what I'm also done with you... Every time I look at you... This face of yours reminds me that your carelessness took away an innocent life... Humare bache ki bali chad gyi tumhare sapno ke chakar mein yaar..."
"I can't believe you said that..." Meher sighed in disbelief and sat on the couch.
Abeer glared at her and then decided to sleep, getting into the bed.
The very next morning, she woke up with a hamerring headache and looked towards the bed, only to find it empty. Last night's conversation replayed in her mind and she got into the bed, covering herself with the comforter. She was about to sleep when the other side of the bed dipped in a bit. She stiffened realising that it was him and closed her eyes tightly as she wasn't ready to talk to him. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her towards him. She was in his arms, being held by him protectively. She felt him kiss her forehead before murmuring a sorry. Tears again stung her eyes.
"Its alright to cry sometimes.." Abeer whispered and meher lost all her control, bursting into tears.
A fistful of his shirt in her hands made her feel that he was back. Her Abeer was back. Back to be beside her after what all they were going through. When she thought that this very rough patch of their relationship would destroy them, tables turned. Going through this rough patch will instead strengthen their bond and the second chance, well it will be better than the first; meher thought.
"I thought I lost you..." Meher whispered against abeer's chest.
"You are not getting rid of me..." Abeer replied.
But something about his tone disturbed meher and she looked up at his face.
"Why are you suffocating yourself...?? Tell me about it abeer..."
"I'm ashamed... Of last night..." He muttered.
Meher sighed and continued hearing to his heartbeats that gave her warmth and comfort.
"The stuff I said... Its ridiculous... Im sorry meher... I don't know if I will ever be able to make up for it... If you will ever be able to forget last night..." Abeer said, disappointment audible in his voice.
"Baby let's just forget this... Start a fresh... What say...??" Meher asked, still clutching on to his shirt.
"Hmm... Time to start a fresh I guess..."
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