Chapter 44: Chapter 44

Author's pov

Aurin was pacing here and there in the room and thinking about Mikaeel. She was worried about Mikaeel. After returning home she was feeling disturbed and guilty. No matter what how much wrong is Mikaeel she shouldn't act immaturely in front of the public.

She was hoping that Mikaeel is fine and that the public didn't harm Mikaeel too much. She was regretting for not being able to control her anger in the street. At least she should have listened to Mikaeel and gone somewhere else to talk. Her conscience was scolding her continuously for acting like an immature and letting Mikaeel physically hurt by the public.

Taking the phone in her hand she was hesitant to call Mikaeel. She wasn't understanding what she should do. The anxiety was messing up with her mind. Until she gets to know that Mikaeel is fine she won't have any peace. After hesitating like an eternity finally she gathered the courage to ask about Mikaeel. She didn't call him directly. She called Ziya.

" Hello, Ziya," Aurin said when Ziya received the call.

Ziya shouted at Aurin," Why are you calling now? If you are here to ask for my brother then for your kind information he has bruises all over his face and his nose is still bleeding. Thanks for honouring him in front of the whole public."

" Ziya, listen to me. Please. I just lost my temper and everything happened like that. My intent.................." Aurin was stopped in the middle by Ziya.

Ziya replied angrily," I can understand your feelings that you are not ready to accept my brother's apology. I also admit that my brother is no saint and there is his mistake as well. But, I can't accept that my brother cheated on you. My brother can not step that low. I understand that you are angry with him but that doesn't give you the right to treat him like that in front of the public. I didn't expect this from you, Bhabhi. I didn't."

" I am sorry. Where is Mikaeel? Did you call the doctor?" Aurin asked with concern.

Ziya snapped at Aurin," You better not act like you care."

Saying that Ziya cut the call. Aurin called her again but she switched off her phone. Aurin called Amal to know about Mikaeel's well being but Amal also didn't received her call. Nobody in Mikaeel's house received her call.

Sitting on the bed Aurin was thinking about Mikaeel when her father barged inside the room without knocking. Aurin sat back immediately but before she could even ask or react a harsh slap landed on her face.

Her face turned in another direction while her hand touched her throbbing cheek automatically. She diverted her gaze at her father and found him already fuming in rage. Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes by her father's behaviour.

" What have you done to Mikaeel?" Jalal yelled at her.

Well, Farnaaz has vent her anger on Aurin's father already. She told a lot of degrading words about Jalal's upbringing that fueled the anger inside him. He was already upset about Aurin's continuous demand for divorce and now Farnaaz's degrading words just made the situation worse.

" You never questioned what he has done to me? Why all of you are always concerned about him? Ain't I your daughter?" Aurin questioned back still holding her throbbing cheek.

Hearing her questions Jalal started shouting," I regret having a daughter like you. Except for humiliation what you have given to me. Arguing over every single matter, leaving your husband's house on every single argument and now you let the public beat your husband. Mikaeel told that he isn't at fault and even apologised to you but like a spoiled brat, you continued your divorce rant. Instead of believing your husband, you believed a bitch who just lied about Mikaeel."

" How can you be so sure that Mikaeel isn't lying? You didn't live with him. It's me who lived with him and know how he lied to me on daily basis," Aurin shot back and she was rewarded by another slap.

Her father lashed at her," Shut up, girl. Shut up. Since you returned to my home I have lost my peaceful sleep. Every single person is gossiping about you and my upbringing. I have two more daughters to marry off and becau......................."

" If my presence is bothering you so much then I will leave your house. In this house, nobody has feelings for me. Sometimes I wonder am I your real daughter or if I was just adopted," Aurin shouted back with a broken heart.

Then, she took her luggage and some cash in her purse. She didn't waste another second and left the house hurriedly. Her sisters and mother tried to stop her but she didn't give a single glance at them. Coming outside she started running in the street while crying continuously. She doesn't even know where she is running or where she will go.

At Dubai

Yamir & Omaira hugged their father tightly. Yardan started shedding tears seeing his children after a long time. He wanted to hug his children, he wanted to kiss them, he wanted to tell them how much he missed them but Alas! He can't even move his fingers let alone hug them.

" Ya.....m.....i........O...mi," Yardan let out a faint voice.

Yamir said holding his father's hands," I missed you a lot, Baba."

" I wish you could talk to us, Baba," Omaira said sounding extremely sad.

Maryam was watching this reunion with emotionless eyes. She was holding Mehzabin in her arms and looking at everything with blank eyes.

" Yamir and Omi. Take Mehzabin with you. I have some important matters to discuss with your Baba," Maryam ordered her children and they obliged her instantly.

Dragging a chair Maryam placed it in front of him and then sat down crossing her legs. For a few good seconds, she scanned his face and let out a chuckle.

" I am not like you. See, I let you meet your children," Maryam said leaning a little close to him.

He let out some unclear words when she grabbed his collar and shouted," But, what you did to my children. You didn't even let them see the world, you didn't let them see their mother! Why?"

" You played with me, my feelings, took advantage of my naivety and then............you even took away my sanity........" Maryam stopped for a few seconds and then took a sharp knife in her hand.

Screaming at the top of her lungs she will just stab him when she remembered something and stopped instantly. Throwing the knife on the floor she looked at him with teary eyes and found him also crying. He tried to say something but nothing came out of his mouth.

" I am not a murderer," Maryam whispered and then stormed outside the room hurriedly.