His eyes held no emotion as he watered the plants grown over the mud, below which lied the corpse of his dearest, his beloved.
His heart constricted upon thinking the last words he had murmured to Irtaza to convey it to him.
'Ask Shehryaar to forgive his mother.... and do tell him that his grandpa loves him so much,'
Forgive his mother?
But why....
Why?
Why should he?
When she stole everything from him only because of his first love.
She was never a mother.
When she was the very reason of what he has become today.
It was the last will of his grandfather. And the irony was, he was not able to fulfil just that. His whole life he had done what his grandfather asked for. But this demand.... he couldn't simply fulfil it. Despite wanting, despite trying, he couldn't. The internal ba
