F*******n to be his

loving you hurts

Hena was still unconscious and her family members were praying for her recovery to Allah.

Ayan had become totally devastated. He never thought his own plan would backfire him.

He remembered all the past incidents and for the first time, he felt something heavy on his chest.

It felt like someone put tons of weight on his chest. It dried all the energy from his soul.

It made him tired. He leaned backward, supporting his body with the wall.

He closed his eyes for a bit of peace. But immediately opened it when he saw the same disturbing scenes once again.

He saw clearly how Hena squealed in pain when the bullet pierced her body and went to the other side making her bleed all over around her.

He inhaled some fresh air to make his racing heart calm down.

He had never thought the outcome of his sinful desires would be so dangerous.

He heard Hena's cryings, "please leave me. What have I done to you?" She pleaded in front of him.

But her cryings never made an impact on him. Rather, it feeds his ego. He always felt proud thinking he could dominate others, especially her.

It was not easy to gain control over someone's life. But he gradually gained control in her life. By showing his psychotic behavior.

Just like any other egoistic man, he wanted her submission.

Whenever he did something that broke her from inside, it gave him a strong pleasure.

But, now.. her cryings were making him restless.

" You are insane. By doing all of this, what do you think, you will achieve? Don't forget there's someone watching you. You have to pay for your sins. You have to face the wrath of God!" He remembered her every word that she told him once.

But, why I am recalling this? What's happening?

He thought. But didn't find any answers.

He was extremely confused. His mind lingering on the verge of being insanity.

He was so weary. He went to the bathroom to freshen up. There was no one else in the hospital bathroom for which he was really very thankful.

He opened the tap and splash some fresh water on his face to cool down his nervous system.

He froze when he heard a dark loud chuckle came from his front.

"Are you after that she would die and you won't find anyone else to torture once again? "He heard.

When he turned to the voice, he was shocked to see his own self staring at him with a sly smirk.

"Who are you?" Ayan asked being perplexed.

"It matters what will you do when she will die?" he asked being curious.

" Just shut up. Just shut the f**k up. Nothing is going to happen to her. She will be perfectly fine." Ayan asserted.

His lookalike smirked and asked, "Whom are you trying to convince? You also know that she will die only because of you."

Ayan shook with fury.

"That's never gonna happen. She will be extremely fine. Nothing will happen to her. I won't let her die." He shouted.

" Oh really! What are you going to do? She will be dead soon " his lookalike said emphasizing every word.

" No, she can't die. She resides in my heart. If something happens to her, I will die also." Saying he falls on his knees. He didn't even realize when tears started to flow from his eyes.

Ayan always thought crying, a symbol of weakness. He never shed a single drop of tears in his whole life. But today, he felt extremely weak.

The man who never bowed down his head to his creator, today he had fallen on his own knees.

"Love or lust? In love, we find comfort in the other person's happiness, not in the other person's sufferings. You didn't love her. You lust her. You made her suffer because she didn't submit to your lustful desires. " He stated.

Ayan couldn't bear any more. He started shouting losing his control.

" No, I love her. Do you get it? I love her. I didn't want her to suffer. I just want her to love me." He shouted.

His lookalike bent down and sat in front of him facing him, " look, your so-called love has made her fighting for her last breath."

Saying he started laughing.

Ayan put his hands on his ears so that he could escape the voice of his own conscience.

After a moment, he found himself alone.

His guilt and regrets were at his peak. Suffocating him, weighing him down.

He wanted to forget.

Forget what he did to her, forget all the atrocities he committed against her. All the heart he made her go through.

She was too pure comparing to his evil intentions.

And, he found no way of escaping. He suddenly got up and stormed out of the washroom.

He went to the ICU where Hena was lying unconscious, her body connected with life support system. He came here for an apology.

He came here to ask for forgiveness from her.

By taking her pale and cold hand he found some relief. It didn't give any warm yet it gave him a feeling of her presence.

It assured him that she was still present there, with him.

" I know, I have hurt you a lot. But, it's also true that I love you a lot, Hena. " He genuinely expressed his feelings. He was still crying. His teardrops fall on her hand.

" I know, I have tortured you in many ways. But, I am extremely sorry for that. Believe me, I am sorry. But please don't go." He sobbed.

" If you don't want me in your life, that's fine I will never come back in your life. But please stay." his breath quickened.

He put his forehead on the palm of her head and started crying his heart out.

The door clicked open. And he turned to see the person entered in.

" You! " He exclaimed.

The person took out a pistol pointing him and shot him.

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