Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 59

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 59

He just looked at her sleeping form, as if trying to memorize her features.

Standing near the bed, he stared at her for what seemed like hours. She was his wife. He was her husband. They were each other’s spouses, the closest and most sensitive relation between a man and a woman.

She wore a jet-black shirt and shilwar, with no jewelry, no make up at all. Her face was simple, and innocent. While she slept, she represented a perfect picture of the Goddess of sadness.

He then stepped back, slowly and silently. Opening the door, he finally got out.
It was a soft click of the door’s knob that disturbed Zeest’s sensitive, dreamless sleep.

She rubbed her eyes lightly and glanced at the wall clock, which showed the the time was 2 a.m. Then, her glance fell on the side sofa where he used to sleep.

But, the sofa was empty. The dark bathroom showed that he was not there either.

Her mind became alarmed. Something was wrong, something was unusual, and she had to find it out.

Panic knifed through her until she jumped to her feet. She reached near the bedroom window and pushed the heavy silk curtains aside to reveal the front lawn, completely drown with lights at the moment. What she saw there was enough to blow her mind off.

There he was, his eyes closed, standing alone in the middle. His lips were trembling, like he was he was whispering to himself. But that was not what had shocked her to death. It was what he had in his hand that took her breath away.

She stared at him in disbelief, not ever believing that he could think about taking such an ultimate step. She had no doubt that he meant it and had the strength to back up his intention.

Stark, paralyzing pain rendered Zeest motionless. She couldn’t think, nor could she move.

“No…no.” She shook her head violently. “I can’t let that happen.”
Without wasting another second, she left the window. Barefooted, she crossed the carpet and opened the bedroom door swiftly but quickly and ran toward the front lawn.

He then slowly brought his right hand up, almost like in a slow motion. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him putting the fore end of the pistol on his temple.

Her breaths stopped and her heart pounded wildly as she saw the scene ahead of her. She fought off the urge to scream, to launch herself at him, to plead, but she knew her words would fall on dead ears. The harsh lines in his face were cast in granite. Her heart shuddered in her body; her stomach contracted to the size of a marble.

There was no time. It was just a matter of thousandth of a second. Without making the slightest noise, she came behind him.

“Why are you doing this?” She wanted to ask, but no words came out, nerves fluttering in her throat.
His index finger trembled as it started to press the trigger.

With her heart lodged in her throat, Zeest swung around and at the same time he continued pressing the trigger, ready to kill himself.

She lunged toward the out-of-his-mind man, caught hold of his hand, grabbing it with all her might wanting to throw the pistol away.

But Aariz resisted. Shouting at her, he wrestled with her hands, not wanting to lose hold on the fatal weapon. But Zeest was determined to fight with him to save his life. She pushed him with all of her body force. The force was such that Aariz toppled backward, his head striking a piece of wood. She picked up the pistol from the floor and threw it away, turning back to look at him.

“Oh Allah!” She cried and watched in horror, as Aariz tried to raise his body up, a thin stream of blood running from his forehead.

“You bloody B***h.” He stood up and barked.
Zeest screamed into the deafening silence.

He was now going to kill her. Yes, he sure was.
Blindly, he swung toward her, his eyes flaming with pure anger. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he shook her whole body with full force, his hands coming up to surround her thin neck like he was about to strangle her.

But, before he could hit her more, they heard some sharp gasps. Only then, they both realized that the house servants had gathered around them, watching the terrible scene with horror in their eyes.

He didn’t care. He cursed and disgraced her in front of his servants without thinking that this woman was supposed to be his wife, his own respect.

“You B***h, you sick piece of womanhood. If you can’t let me live peacefully, you could atleast let me die peacefully.” He began in a threatening voice. “I have always tried to control myself. But from now on, Aariz Ali will not do anything he doesn’t want to do.”
The floodgates of his emotions had burst open and had washed away any restraint he might have put in his tongue.

But before being drowned helplessly under those strong torrents of Aariz’s anger, she tried to say, helplessly, just like a drowning person in a voilent sea, in a futile effort to grope for a straw.

“I….. I didn’t mean to…..”
“Get lost from here.” He had yelled, cutting in. “Leave this place forever. I don’t want to see your nasty face again. Leave me alone, for God’s sake, for heaven’s sake.”
He caught hold of her hand and pulled her roughly by her arm.

Zeest didn’t resist. Instead, she allowed herself to be roughly pulled toward the porch.

“I’m sick and tired of you. You’ll have to leave my home. That’s my decision.”
Zeest’s feelings were lacerated by her husband’s cold tone.

“I have no wish now, tomrrow or ever, to speak to you again, to see you again, or to have any contact with you at any future date.”
Cold dread engulfed her. That was it. She would never see him again. With courageous effort, she hid her despair behind a mask of politeness.

“Goodbye. Thanks for your hospitality.” She murmured weakly.

She muttered an emotionally thick ‘take care of him’ to the servants.

The next moment he pushed her roughly toward the main door.

Her feet left the floor due to powerful push but she gripped the knob of the door for support.

“You are the one who destroyed my dreams and spoiled my hopes and wishes. I’m not going to forgive you ever. DID YOU HEAR THAT?”
His eyes became glittering slits, chilling her with their icy stare. She had never seen that angry glaze in his eyes before, or the uncompromising set of his features. He was almost a stranger to her.

Humiliation scalded her cheeks as she scurried up onto the porch. Tears were burning at her eyes. She felt as if she couldn’t breath.

Another push and she was out.
Without wasting another second, he closed the door.

Desolate, she rushed out of the house and out of Aariz’s life.

She felt so degraded, so humiliated! But what made it even worse, was the fact that her only fault was that she had tried to save his life.
She sank to her kness by the gate, sobbing.

“I’ll see Aariz Ali! I’ll wait for the day…..that moment when you’ll admit, when you’ll confess, when you’ll surrender and, when you’ll accept me!” She thought bitterly.

She sat down on the ground, dropped her head in her hands and wept.

“See father. I never disobeyed you.” She sobbed.

“Sahib.” It was his guard’s voice, as Aariz turned back after closing his home’s door on her. (Sahib: Master)
“Forgive her, Sahib!”
But he was not prepared for Aariz’s reaction as he turned violently and grasped his A-K 47 rifle from his hands. He was about to shoot the guard on the spot, when his butler came from behind and caught hold of his hands. Aariz was blind at the moment, totally mad. He wrestled with his servants trying to kill everyone who was in front of him. Suddenly there was a blast, a sound of fire and it brought Aariz back to his senses. But it was too late now. Ahead of him, was the unconscious figure of his guard, lying on the ground. While wrestling with him , the trigger had been pressed unintentionally.

The blind bullet had hit the servant on his shoulder, injuring him severely.

“Get him.” Came a harsh voice from behind.
Stunned at his place, Aariz looked at the surrounding figures of policemen. While he was lost in the throes of his blind fury, some of his servants had called the police.

“Mr. Aariz, you’re under arrest.”