twelve

That has been the most sad day of her life, Malaika has locked herself in the room whilst guest keep coming to pay the last visit to late Mihir Abbasi. She didn't dare look at her grand father for the one last time, not after what she did. They've already finished his last rituals and now everyone were in their room, reading Quran and praying for him while she sat in her room, like a mess.

No body paid any attention to her whereabouts as they all were a crying mess themselves. For once she was glad. She couldn't even grieve properly as the feeling of betrayal overtook her emotions. Whatever the reason was, she has betrayed her family. Betrayed them by marrying someone else while she was already promised to somebody. She was freaking engaged and yet married someone else. And that thought was killing from inside. She sobbed into her pillow whilst hiding her face in it.

And at this moment, she felt strong hate towards the person who was responsible for all of this. Arsalaan Baig. The most cruel man ever alive. She hated him so much and hated the fact that she gave up so easily and that she was his wife now.

She hated everything about him.

Malaika jerked her head up, as she felt someone else's presence in her room and her eyes widened in shock seeing the person who was responsible for all of the misery in her life, sitting on the bed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she hissed at him, cautious of her voice; making sure of not drawing any attention towards them. Her eyes wandered to the door, which is locked. That made her sigh inwardly.

"Are you okay?" This man has surely got to be bipolar. How can he ask that question after knowing very well that she is not okay.

"I'm doing great, can't you see that?" she asked whilst gritting her teeth, while Arsalaan sat there unaffectedly, as he took out his handkerchief and began to wipe her tears. She stared at him in disbelief.

"Stop touching me." she jerked off his hands but he wiped away her tears once again.

"What is your problem, Arsalaan Baig?" she asked him furiously as he looked in her eyes.

"It was never my intention to hurt you." Arsalaan mumbled as he stared at her, who was staring back at him with anger and hatred. Her tears stopped flowing for once.

"Look, Malaika. I know that I was unjust and cruel towards you, but I was left with no choice. I could only think of that way to get you out of Zayn's life. My sister is very important to me. She is the only family I have and I can never imagine losing her like that. Not over something which I could do something at least." Malaika couldn't understand this crazy man. Not even one bit.

"And now what? Your sister must be happy. She will get what she wants, but what about me? What did I ever do to deserve this?" She shot him a glare, as he sat there without any emotions. She couldn't fathom how did he get into her room, it was beyond her thinking.

"I only wanted my sister to be alive and happy. She'd die without him. She already tried to kill herself once and I cannot let it happen again. I'm sorry." Arsalaan mumbled, making her to glare at him, with fire in her eyes.

"Congratulations then. What the hell are you doing in my room now?"

"I want to ask your forgiveness. I dragged you into this selfishly. I'm sorry. I only wanted my sister to be alive." His voice was weak and slightly broken. There was a little regret in his eyes, she couldn't care less though.

"You must have lost your stupid mind."

"Keep dreaming. But I will never forgive you." she snapped, with hatred in her eyes.

"Our ruksathi will happen in two days. Take rest and for what's worth I'm really sorry." Arsalaan looked straight into her eyes as he said those words and slowly he walked out of her room, leaving behind a very angry yet confused Malaika.

Damn.

That look in his eyes. It was entirely something else.

He must be crazy to think that his sorry can change everything. He surely was.