Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter seventy one¶

He woke up again to the sight of that angelic-looking crying woman in his dream. She had teary green eyes which always irked him. But she wasn't like before complaining to him. She was just weeping and hiccuping.

"Maryam, don't leave me like that. I can't live without you," he pleaded to her.

"You yourself distance me from yourself, Faraan. Nothing can be changed now." When she spoke, it felt like honey was dribbling through her mouth. Such a sweet and melodious voice.

"I love you, Maryam. Don't go." He now held her hand and cried out loudly.

She shook her head and took away her hand from his grip. "I love you too but I have to go. It's all just due to you, Faraan. Just due to you. We have to remain separate from each other. I love you, you love me but nothing can happen now."

"Maryam...Maryam...I beg you to stay. Please you are my heartbeat. Don't make me dead like this," he again said, now pulling her into a tight hug.

She smelled like vanilla and sandalwood. Such a beautiful scent was coming from her. His hand cupped the back of her scarf-covered head and with his other, he encircled it around her waist.

"I am dead because of you. Our love is dead because of you. Stop bothering me now. I want to have peace. Don't you ever try to come behind me because I hate you to love you," she whispered sharply.

After that, Maryam tugged on his chest to create a distance between them. Her green eyes were twinkling and her milky skin was glowing. She was so gorgeous that for a moment, Faraan remained stunned.

"How can you leave your Faraan like this? I am your husband. We are going to have a baby girl." He tried his last resort.

She smirked. "You ruined everything worldly that I wanted. But...but because of your betrayal, I got the most precious and beautiful feeling that ever existed. I got a sense of light. A very soothing and bright light that showed me the right path. And I am so happy to be on that part. Without you. I am so happy."

After that, she got disappeared into the surroundings, leaving him alone. 

"Maryam...Maryam..." He was yelling but she never listened to him. She was gone. To a place where she would be very happy.

With a jerk, Faraan's body twitched and then he woke up. He was again drenched in sweat and his heart seemed to be beating in his ears. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the dirty floor of the lockup.

It was the night time and many other prisoners near him were sleeping. It had been almost ten days since he was here. Since then, no one from his house has come to meet him. He wanted to see them and ask for forgiveness. His father who showed so much love, support, and protection for him, his stepmother who was nothing but a cool shadow for him, his own brother Faris who could give up on his life for him, Ajwa whom he wronged, her sister whom he hurt and many other innocent women whom he tricked and deceived.

Faraan sat up and then ran a hand through his face. He closed his eyes and in front of his black vision, a face appeared. Very much like the one he had seen in his dream a while ago. Same green eyes, the same black abaya, and the same beautiful and angelic features.

"I like name Maryam very much. I want you will keep this name after converting."

His own voice sounded in the back of his mind followed by her lovely smile.

"Maryam Fatima. Because these Holy names are very dear to me indeed. When I read about Hazrat Maryam A.S and how brave and pious a woman she was and on whom there was a whole Surah in the Quran, I was amazed. Then Bibi Fatima R.A; beloved daughter of Holy Prophet Muhammad P.B.U.H, wife of Hazrat Ali R.A and brave Mother of Hazrat Imam Hasan and Hussain R.A. I recently read about her life story and how she was so virtuous, courageous, and fearless," she then commented with a hue of amaze in her tone.