How Can You know the Agony of Heart by Rida Shoukat (books to read for teens TXT) 📕
She pleaded with him with teary eyes. But he grabbed her silky hair in his tight grasp and said.
"Don't show me your crocodile tears, it's not impacting me, good man inside of me died a long time ago, the man who is standing in front of you is a stone made, a deaf stone, no matter how many times you beat your head with it, you will be at loss, what's wrong my dad and I did with you? nothing....but still I am suffering, and my dad.....my dad lost his life, turning someone else life into miserable, how you people can remain happy.....?
He was not n his senses.
She can't endure anymore, so she remains silent.
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میرے ھمسفر میرے چارہ گر
میرے درد کی تجھے کیا خبر
تیرے ھاتھ سے میرے ھاتھ تک وہ جو ھاتھ بھر کا تھا فاصلہ
کئی موسموں میں بدل گیا
اسے ناپتے اسے کاٹتے، میرا سارہ وقت نکل گیا
نہیں جس پہ کوئی نشان پا، میرے سامنے ھے وہ راہگزر
میرے ھمسفر ، میرے چارہ گر، میرے درد کی تجھے کیا خبر
یہ جو ریگ دشت فراق ہے
میرے رستوں میں بچھی ہوئی، کس موڑ پہ یہ رکے کھیں
یہ جو رات ہے میرے چار سو
مگر اس کی کوئی سحر نہیں
نہ ہی چھاؤں ہے نہ ثمر کوئی
میں نے چھان دیکھا شجر شجر
Holding the phone to his ear, he was completely standstill. While on the other side, Sehrish Ali Shah was crying and telling him.
"Bhayya.....bhayya please forgive me, bhayya I don't know that Papa will lose his life on my leaving home, please, forgive me bhayya..... today I came to know about Papa, I am very depressed bhayya.... please, believe me, I don't want to do this, but I have no other way than this bhayya......"
While hiccuping she cried very badly. But it still doesn't affect Shanzal Ali Shah, he was standing without showing any movement.
"Bhayya... I really love Zeeshan, I can't think of living with someone else other than him, I don't, bu....... but Zeeshan didn't agree with me, he told me that I should concede to what you say, bhayya......he told me that he cannot help me in running away from the house, he left me in midway bhayya, that's why my mind was not working, I tried my best to abide by your command, bhayya, to make you agree for Zeeshan by holding your feet, b.. but I..... I didn't talk with you, you.... you were very happy, and I don't have that much courage to steal this happiness from you....but in imagination losing Zeeshan for good was killing me, bhayya I was dying from inside, that's why I tell my sad story to my friend, by looking to my condition she helped me in running away from the house, and she made whole arrangements to send me to Dubai where her sister lives, bhayya, I am sorry bhayya...... I am really very sorry....."
On the other side, she again started crying. Then Shanzal Ali Shah like a dead statue came to the realization. He came to his senses.
"There is no use of crying now Sehrish because you ran away from the house after digging both your father and brother in the graves on the very day of your marriage. There is not any door open to make you come back. I have buried Dad, and for you, I have done crying now I am patient. So now you also made your heart understand a self-respected brother you left behind, to whom you were dearer than his life, buried you alive. Sehrish, now no one misses you, who take care of you....." Unwantedly his voice became a little shaky. On that, she said veeringly.
"For God's sake, don't say this bhayya, Sehrish will die. Bhayya I....."
Before she says something more, he immediately cut the call. His eyes were seeing everything blurry. For a moment, some tear droplets came into his eyelashes, which he immediately rub away with his hand.
In a second, his gaze went to this fragile girl, who became frozen, after losing consciousness and falling to the floor.
Her beautiful rosy face has turned white like a sheet. Her hands and feet became immovable. She was breathing very slowly. Her pink lips have become blue. The mud-stricken dress she was wearing on her white skin body had torn away from some places.
There was not any indication of life in her body now. Sitting on his knees, he bends on her. Due to remorse and guilt, he was not able to look at himself.
That beautiful, flawless, and fragile girl who was absolutely innocent, how she became the victim of his cruelty. For the last five days, he didn't let this innocent girl eat a single morsel of bread.
No one can treat their animals such harshly, the way he treats a living, mature girl with cruelty.
At this moment, he was reminiscing every sin he committed. While kidnapping her, how harshly he grab her by arm, on her shouting how he started slapping her constantly till her face turns red, how he takes her obscene pictures when she lose conscious, how he made her drink cold freezing water without showing any mercy on her fever burning body, how he takes out his belt and started beating her in his furiousness in the horse stable without caring of her weak state.
He was remembering everything, which makes him fall into the ocean of regrretness and remorsefulness.
Her weak and fragile body speaks volumes of the cruelty he inflicted on her. He takes her in his arms and laid her on his chest while sobbing.
"I.... I am sorry, you are a good girl, I am sorry....."
With falling tears from his eyes, he looks at her closed eyes and said. In the next moment, he picks her up in his arms and runs outside. It was a second shock in his life after Dad which has shakes him to his core.
With falling tears, he was rashly driving and praying for her life. Don't what was that feeling, which has made his heart run faster on the suffocating breathing of Hoor ul Ain.
After his father, it was Hoor ul Ain, whom he was carrying in his arms while running madly. At his request, after checking Hoor ul Ain doctor immediately admitted her to I.C.U.
In a restless state, he was standing outside of the I.C.U praying for the life of Hoor ul Ain while crying miserably on his heart sadness.
Doctors were doing their best. He, standing outside, has spread his hands for praying her long life and health, for her who was dying because of him and his negligence.
Dear silent readers, hope you are doing well. So how was this chapter? How do you feel about it?
And last, please bear my writing mistakes.
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