Hello everyone! I am so glad everyone is loving to read this fic as much as I'm loving to write it. Wali/Farah are adorable. Because of what Farah has been through, the love will develop a bit slower but there will be a lot of sweetness in this chapter. Or as much as there can be considering what Farah went through.
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Chapter Three: Is Love Really Strong Enough?
Wali felt a shiver run down his spine at the emptiness in her eyes, it seemed as if someone had sucked out all of Farah's spirit and he hated seeing her like this. He knew she was waiting for his answer and pulled up a chair, sitting close to her bed.
"Farah," Wali said softly. "Tumhe yaad hai jab main tumhare university aya tha tumse milne?" (Do you remember when I came to your university to visit you?)
Farah nodded. "Haan, mujhe sab yaad hai Wali." (Yes, I remember everything Wali.)
Wali exhaled, hesitating before reaching out a hand towards Farah but moved it away when she flinched, shying away from him. "Farah, main tumse mohabbat karta hoon. Main maanta hoon main naraaz tha tumse, lekhin is liye nahi ke tumne apna hissa maanga hai ya mujhe tukhraya hai. Bas Agha Jaan koi dukhi nahi dekh paya aur ishi liye tumhe us tara se le aya." (Farah, I love you. I admit, I was angry with you, but not because you asked for your share or because you rejected me. I just couldn't see Agha Jaan that upset which is why I took you with me the way I did) He was unable to believe he was admitting this now considering he had planned to tell her once she admitted her own feelings but now with what had happened to her, he felt it was the right time.
Tears began falling down Farah's cheeks and she began to cry. Ruhi tried to hug her but Farah pulled away, flinching from the touch. Wali shifted, had he made her more upset? He began to say something when Farah spoke.
"Maine uss hisse ki keemat de diye Wali," (I've given the payment for that share, Wali) Farah choked out. "W-woh chata tha k-ke main A-Agha J-Jaan k-ko phone k-kar ke apna hissa maangoon a-aur t-tumse t-talaaq b-bhi...l-lekhin m-maine b-bhi k-keh d-diya k-ke m-main m-marjaaon gi lekhin nahi tumse talaaq loon gi aur nahi apna hissa." (H-he wanted me t-to call A-Agha J-Jaan t-to a-ask f-for m-my s-share a-and d-divorce f-from y-you...b-but I-I a-also t-told h-him t-that I-I w-will d-die b-but I-I w-won't t-take d-divorce o-or m-my s-share.)
"Farah..." Wali began but Farah shook her head, still crying.
"N-Nahi W-Wali, p-please m-mujhe bol lehne d-do," (N-No W-Wali, please l-let m-me s-say i-it) Farah requested him.
"Farah, tum apna aap ko thaka lo gi," (Farah, you'll tire yourself) Ruhi said gently. "Doctors ne tumhe araam karne ke liye kaha hai." (The doctors have asked you to rest.)
"A-aap k-ko k-kyun hai m-meri i-tti fikhar Mama?" (W-why a-are y-you s-so w-worried a-about m-me, Mama?) Farah snapped, glowering at her mother through her tears. "Sab aapki waja se hua Mama! Hissa chahiye tha na aap ko? Bare bharosa tha na aapko apne bhatije aur bhai pe. Meri shaadi karana chati thi na usse? Main aapko kabhi maaf nahi karoongi Mama! Kabhi nahi!" (All this happened because of you, Mama! You wanted my share, didn't you? You had so much trust on your nephew and brother. You wanted me to marry him didn't you? I will never forgive you, Mama! Never!) In her frustration, Farah threw a vase towards Ruhi which fell on the ground, shattering to pieces causing Ruhi to jump, stepping back a little while Wali wrapped his arms around Farah's body to keep her from throwing anything else.
"Farah, please calm down," Wali said as she shook in his arms. "Isme Tayee-Ammi ka kya kusoor hai? Unnoon ne to sirf apnoon pe bharosa kiya tha. Unko kya pata tha ke in logoon ke ghinone chehre kuch aur hi haun ge." (What fault does Aunty have in this? She only trusted those who she thought were her own. How was she supposed to know that their true faces were this dirty?) Whilst he could see Farah was having a breakdown and being unable to cope with what had happened to her, he also didn't want Farah and Ruhi to push each other away when they needed each other the most.
"Main phir kisko ilzaam doon Wali?" (Then who do I blame Wali?) Farah was sobbing hysterically into Wali's chest, shaking so much that Wali's shirt had become stained with tears. "Ghin aati hai mujhe khud se, mere hi ghalti ho gi phir, maine uske sheh di hai na? Usse pyaar se baat karke, usko umeedein dilake, meri ghalti hai, mere saath yahi hona chahiye tha." (I feel disgusted in myself, it must be my fault then, I gave him encouragement didn't I? I talked to him sweetly, I gave him hope, it's my fault, I deserve what happened to me)
Wali could feel his own eyes brimming with tears. Even when he had dragged Farah to the haveli, even when he had been so rough with her, she had been strong, fighting back and getting frustrated with him, but now she seemed so broken. His cousin, no his wife was so broken and he had no idea what he could do to make it better. He hated seeing anyone so hurt. "Mujhe ilzaam de do Farah, tumhari hifaazat nahi kar paya. Bare baba se kiye wa waada pura nahi kar paya. Lekhin main tumse waada karta hoon Farah, main tumhe akela nahi chodoon ga. Kabhi nahi choroon ga." (Give me the blame Farah, I couldn't protect you. The promise I made to Uncle I couldn't keep. But I promise you Farah, I won't ever leave you alone. I won't ever leave you.)
Farah looked at him in surprise before beginning to cry even more, coughing a little from how much she had been crying. It seemed eventually she tired herself out from crying because she collapsed unconscious in Wali's arms just as the doctors rushed in.
"Farah!" Wali made to stable her, looking up at the doctor. "Doctor, humhe kya karna chahiye?" (Doctor, what should we do?) He glanced at Ruhi who was crying quietly into her hands and Wali bit his lip, understanding the helplessness she must be feeling right now.
Dr. Saman gave both Wali and Ruhi a sympathetic smile as a one of the nurses inserted an injection into Farah's arm. "Aaap donoon please befikhar ho ke ghar jaye. Rape ke victims ye cheezein baut zaada hoti hain. Aur hastaur pe jab rape kisi aise bande ne kiya ho jispe aap bharosa karte hain." (Both of you please don't worry and go home. In rape victims, this type of behaviour is quite common. Especially when the rape is committed by someone the victim trusted.)
Wali and Ruhi were led to the waiting room, where Wali turned to Ruhi.
"Tayee-Ammi, baut dehr ho gayi hai, aur aap ab Tajamul saab ke ghar main mehfooz nahi hai," (Aunty, it's gotten pretty late, and you are not longer safe in Tajamul sir's house) Wali said, feeling a bit hesitant but knew he had to at least offer. "Aghar aap ko koi aitraaz na ho toh main aapko haveli chod aaoon?" (If you don't mind, may I drop you off at the haveli?)
Ruhi felt her eyes water, tears falling down her cheeks. "K-kya haveli ke darwaze mere saare ghunaoon ke bawajood mere liye khule hain?" (Are the doors of the haveli open for me even after all my sins?)
Wali smiled a little bit. "Haveli ke darwaze aap pe kabhi bhand hoi nahi sakte Tayee-Ammi." (The doors of the haveli can never close on you, Aunty)
"Maghar Arjumand..." (But Arjumand...) Ruhi said, feeling doubtful.
Wali shook his head. "Ammi ko main sambhal loon ga, aap please chaliye toh Tayee-Ammi." (I will handle Mom, you please just come, Aunty)
Ruhi wiped away her tears and managed to nod at Wali. "C-chalo." (Let's go)
Originally posted by: WaliFarah
Huh? what?
Originally posted by: WaliFarah
Hey guys...my friend Broken made a promotional video for this fic, is there any way to edit the actual video into the first post?
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