Another Hate Love Story

50.

I inhaled the freshness of that air maybe last time.

Why my love was so weak that Adnaan forgets that so easily?

Why are all those things happening to me?

I never did anything wrong to anyone, at least not intentionally... But still, I was facing what was worse for me to handle.

"Sara" I turned to go to start my new journey when his voice falls in my ears from behind, my tears of sorrow suddenly converted into tears of joy. With a smile, I turned and found him standing at the entrance of the building. "Adnaan" I sobbed and run towards him with a smile on my lips. I just hugged him tightly without bothering to notice that I was in the middle of society and the watchman could saw us...

I didn't care...

I just needed my husband and his love at that time

But...

"Adnaan I only love you" I muttered on his chest and felt his hand on my shoulder, I thought he would hug me back or might caress my back but...

"Your bag" Whispering that he slightly pushed me back and I was stunned my already broken heart break down in smaller chunks when he passed me a bag. My tears which were ready to come out from my eyes suddenly stopped at their place and I sobbed one more time.

"At least listen to me" I demanded... Not demanded but begged one more time, he silently places the backpack on the floor and turned to go but stooped due to a string of my dupatta, which was tangled with his button. "Please stop me" my heart was demanding and my eyes were flowing tears some less than the sky but sorrow was equal in both tears.

I keep watching my husband who was also gazing at me, I was expecting love but he frees himself from the last string presenting between us. I closed my eyes to let the fresh tears flow down. Showing his back Adnaan disappeared from my eyes. Picking up the bag from the ground I stepped towards the gate of society. My hot tears drops were mingling with the cold droplets of rain giving a mixture of emotions to my heart.

I hate Adnaan, but more I regret to love him.

After thinking for more than ten minutes I decided to go to my colleague's home. I don't even know many people in Hyderabad so I was left with that option only. When I reached her home the fresh rays of the sun were struggling to tear the chest of the sky to register themselves in front of this world. With hesitation shoved in me, I rang the doorbell of that small home. It was Sunday when people like to take rest and sleep more than usual but I was disturbing someone's slumber. But unexpectedly she opens the door within a few seconds. "Sara" she was shocked to witness me moreover my condition, I was completely drenched and shivering due to cold weather.

"Umm... Ma'am sorry to bother you... But..." I was unable to ask for help, my self-respect wasn't allowing me to do so. But being a nice, kind-hearted lady she understood that I need urgent care. "Come in, is everything fine?" She welcomes me with those words and I felt hesitant to step in. "Feel like home"

"Ma'am, can I stay with you for one day? I'll go back tomorrow morning only" I asked trying not to sob and she nodded. "Yes, but tell me what happened?" she asked and I was silent, I didn't have the guts to tell her about the incident.

She showed me a guest room, and I change my drenched clothes. I was feeling awkward as an unwanted guest of that home, I searched for my mobile to contact the warden of girls hostel of our school to get space but my mobile phone was not in the bag which Adnaan had handed over to me. Few hours passed in the same way, My helplessness was increasing with every passing minute as so my temperature. I listened to a knock on the door of my room and I open the door.