FIFTY-NINE

AYSHAM’S POV:

The rest of the dinner went smoothly with a little chit chat and more teasing from Muzamil and Zaroon bhai for Farzan but he kept shutting them up with his glare and curt remarks making them shut up only for a few seconds and they carried on again.

“Nice meeting you all. And I am keeping this dress.” Areej said as she moved towards her car where her driver was already waiting for her. I smiled as she could keep my dress because it suited more on her than me.

“You should.” Muzamil bhai cohered looking at her from top to bottom and then moved towards his car. Zaroon bhai also departed as Suzi went with Imran which came with Farzan leaving me with him to come alone with him in the car. Suzi could come with us as we had the same destination but she winked at me and went to leave with Imran making me sigh in relief.

“Here your highness.” I turned around as he opened the car door for me making me mumble a small thank you. Before he could lean in to buckle my seatbelt, I did that before him giving him a challenging look as he just smirked at me and shaking his head closed the door to come towards his side. I kept thinking of something else in order stop his voice echoing in my mind. Wife-wife-wife…

“Do you want some ice-cream?” He asked as soon as we hit the main road.

“No.” I simply denied while glancing at his flexed biceps and his knuckles firmly gripping the steering wheel.

“Not a fan?” He asked with a frown on his face as if his research on which he had spent plenty of time went wrong by my simple no.

“I am not a big fan and I also have to pray for Isha. It’s getting late.” I said as he became silent for a while. I knew he didn’t have any importance for prayers but I am religious person and I didn’t care what other people think about me and my prayers. If people expect us to not judge them based on the vulgarity they spread through social media, then they also didn’t have the right to judge religious people. Everyone has their own religion and everyone should respect other’s religion because every religion brings peace. But if people start understanding this then the world would be the ideal place to live without any chaos. There wouldn’t be any oppressors and then there wouldn’t be any oppressed. Children would have a livelihood childhood and woman would be safe with their dignity and modesty.

“Why do you pray punctually? Does He listen to all your wishes?” He asked with discerned coated in his voice making me smile at his question while his eyes were fixed on the road.

“I don’t pray because of the wishes. He is your God not a Ginni who would fulfill all your wishes. He knows better when to make you, when to kill you, when to break your heart and when to give you what you are yearning for. I pray because I have to do. I have my peace in that. He made me, He gave me things which I should be grateful because many people didn’t have those. I pray because I believe in the life of hereafter and I have to prepare myself for that. I am not a perfect person but I still want to have some deeds which I can show at the end of my life that could save me from the humiliation in the end.” I said as there was a dead silence in the car.

“I believe in hereafter too. I believe in God too but I don’t think my single action would affect him or otherwise he wouldn’t have ruined me to make me like this.” He said after a long pause as I sighed. He was angry at something and that’s why he was talking like that.

“Aren’t you scared of Hereafter?” I knew he did. Everyone does but people just ignore that because they were too dwell in the pleasures of life.

“I am more than you because I don’t have any single deed to show Him at the end.” He simply agreed as I turned my neck to find him deep in the thoughts as his eyes were fixed on the road.

“There must be something. Killing innocent people is a big sin but saving one human is saving the whole humankind.” I said as his knuckles turned white on hearing me with his grip tightened around the steering wheel.

“I have killed lots of people but one of them were innocent.” He grumbled as he didn’t have regret doing that and I also didn’t have anything to say if those people were actually not innocent.

“You can try to be grateful for things in your life. You have so many things in your life for which you can be grateful. You can’t just focus on one bad thing and think that made your life miserable. Think what did this one thing did to you.” The way to mansion wasn’t this long but we were the one driving slowly.

“This one thing made me the man which I am right now.” He said curtly with his jaw clenched and gritted teeth.

“You must have a choice but you chose this one. You can’t blame God for that. There are always two ways and it’s up to you what you chose. You yourself chose this path.” I said as I felt bad for my tone which came out as rude but that was true. People always blame fate or God for that but actually in’s their decisions in the end.

“I had to avenge my mother’s death. I couldn’t let the killers live freely as they want. I had to make myself strong for them because my father turned out to be a loser.” He said through his gritted teeth as I became silent because I didn’t know what happened with his mother.

“I am sorry for your mother.” I mumbled while playing with my fingers placed at my lap.

“She was innocent. She married to my father because he said that he was in love with her but he couldn’t save her just because he became so weak that he left mafia and then after losing everything the enemies came and killed my mother in our own house in front of me while my mother was pregnant with my sister. They shot me. They f**king shot me but I survived and you know what my father did after that. Nothing…” His voice was getting louder and louder as he punched the steering wheel. His eyes were blood red with a little bit of glint in his eyes. Seeing him for the first time like this made my eyes teary as my lower lip tremble with my chest hurting. “…he married her. He should be able to save her but he failed and when it was time to avenge my mother’s death he just sat down as he didn’t want to start a war again. He was such a coward…” He punched the steering wheel again. “…my grandfather was the one who helped in this. My father cut ties with him long ago but he was the one who helped me take the revenge on the price of continuing his legacy of mafia unlike my father.” His jaw was clenched as I could help but raise my hand and placed palm on his jaw making him look at me. The car stopped gently as we were the only one on this road late at night.

“I-I am sorry.” My voice cracked as I cried while his eyes widened.

“F**k! I didn’t want you to cry. It’s all in the past now. I'll just shut up now.” He said in a panicked state and grabbed my palm and kissed the inside of it.

“No. You still don’t talk to dad and he always spends time in the study. You both are still mourning.” I said with my hoarse my voice as he became still for a moment when he looked at me with deep intensity in his eyes.

“We aren’t.” He said as he looked at down at my hand in his grip.

“Then why when you both smile your eyes doesn’t. You have taken your revenge right but you are still not at your peace. Dad also hasn’t found his closure yet. You lost your mother and he lost his wife. His partner. He loved her and he would be in more pain than you because he couldn’t save the love of his life. You were the only one who was left for him as Suzi told me your eyes are on your mother. You are only one who has glimpse of her and yet you distanced yourself from your father. He didn’t do everything deliberately. He is still mourning like you. You both should be there for each other but you both lost each other too. If you have taken your revenge then why are you not happy? Why dad spends most of the time in his room or study?” I asked as tears started rolling down my cheeks realizing in how much pain thy both were for all these years.

“Let’s go home.” He kissed both of my hands one last time and without looking at me he started the car. The rest of the ride was drowned in silence as many things must have unfold today because he was in a state where his mind and heart both were conflicting if I just look at his hand grabbed mine unconsciously.

I got down from the car as soon as he opened that for me absentmindedly. With a lowered head I was about to walk past him when he wrapped his arm around my waist to stop me in midtracks.

“The one thing I am grateful for now is my only wife.” He kissed my earlobe and get in his car to storm away while I stood there waiting for his words to sink in.

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