Samar's P.O.V.

"Khalchi's here!" Dua said running towards the main door away from Bhai and I, leaving her toys in the middle of the room. I looked up at her shocked, I thought she would come back until after the walima, I was planning on talking about the divorce papers I had drawn up yesterday morning. 

I cleared my throat as Wafa lifted Dua up, and walked toward Bhai and I, "Salaam," She said to Bhai softly, as Dua rested her head on Wafa's shoulder. She looked so tense, as she looked up to me, "Bhai," Wafa got his attention, "I need to talk to Samar, so-"

Bhai nodded as he took Dua back into his embrace despite her protests, "Let's go into your room." She said distantly,  walking infront of me, upstairs as I followed her quietly.  Wafa placed her back on my bed and pulled out some documents. "Can you close the door please?"

Doing as she asked me to, I stood infront of her with my arms crossed, "What do you want to talk about Wafa?" She looked up at me slightly shocked that I had called her by the name everyone does, instead of Waliyah. 

"I want a divorce," Wafa said firmly.  I knew this. was coming, so. why did it hurt so bad to hear those words come out of her mouth?  She handed me the papers she was holding in her hands, "I have already signed them, I just brought them here so you could sign them. as well."

Opening up the folded paper, I saw her signatures there already, and my heart started beating faster, "It's what is best for us Samar, you and I have both suffered enough for the past four years." Wafa sat on the bed, "Enough is enough,"

"I know," I say softly, "I actually had papers drawn yesterday morning, but I never got the chance to show them to you."

"Well, then it is good you and I are on the same page Samar, for once in our marriage we can decide on what. is good and what is bad for us."  Her words hurt, but I didnt let it show because I know that I have done much worse in the past four years. Clearing my throat I grab a pen from the desk I had in my room and sign them as well. 

"Here," I  hand them back once I am done. 

She took them back and without. a word she was about to walk out but I asked her something that had been eating me inside out from the minute she had stepped in my room. "Wafa?"

Wafa kept her back to me, "What now Samar?"

"Do you think we can be friends again?"  I craved what we had before everything blew up in our faces, but I had no idea if she was willing to be like me again. 

"I do not want anything to do with you anymore Samar," She said firmly turning around, she had so much anger in her eyes, "You are so shameless to be even asking me that."

"Wafa-"

"You hurt me day in and day out, while I begged for my own innocence." Wafa snapped, "Amal even tried showing you that diary where I wrote down all the emotions, that I had felt for you. I loved you, Samar, with all my heart and soul and you decided to beleive someone who has been hating me since I was born. . .Mary Api has always been out for the four of us I had told you that from the beginning but you still chose to beleive her over me!" Angry tears rolled down her cheeks, "You never trusted me, never believed me, all you wanted was to get to Amal by. using me and then disposing me. You and I were never friends Samar, I was just a way to get to the girl you. wanted that's all."

"Wafa-" I tried to explain myself, 

"So no Mr Samar Adeel Qureshi" She shook in anger, "No we can not be fucking friends, because even if you. beg  down on your knees for me to come back into your fucken life, I am not going to." My heart skipped a beat, "Because as much as I love you, Samar,  these past four years, have converted all that love, into double the amount of hatred." 

My gaze dropped to the floor, "I Waliyah Ayaan Sultan," She already dissociated herself from me, "Hate  you, Mr Samar Adeel Qureshi." Wafa took a step closer to me, "Did you hear me? I hate you!"

"Sorry," I whispered that. was all I could think of to say to her at that moment, her anger scared me, her hatred scared me. "Sorry. Wafa,"

"It's Waliyah to you, the same way it has been in the past four fucken years." The hatred in her voice made me flinch.  Wafa turned around and stormed to the door whipping it open, "And you take your fucken sorry and shove it up your ass for all I care."

Wafa slammed the door behind her in so much anger I swear. the walls shook. Falling back onto my bed I laid flat on my back staring up at the ceiling. . .This is what I wanted right? I wanted her out of my life. . .then why do I feel so empty all of a sudden. . . why?

. . .

Waliyah's P.O.V.

"Wafa," Mahira Ammi called my name quickly as I began to storm past everyone, it was obvious that they heard everything Samar and I said to one another,  and saw me slam the door shut. I stop in my footsteps though. . .not being able to disrespect her. I turn around but this time I do not bother to fake a smile, I show my anger and discontent with. their son. 

"Ji?" (Yes?) I say tiredly, 

Api looked down at the documents in my hands, "What are those Wafa?"

"Divorce Papers," I tell her firmly, "Samar and I have decided to part ways, and this is what is best for us Api."

Mahira Ammi gasped, "Wfa,"

"Ammi please," I interrupt her, "I have spoken to Amma and Baba as well, they support me. I. expect the same from you and Adeel Baba too. I am sick and tired of the constant disrespect,  hurt, and harsh behavior from Samar. So please, I have tried for four years, and I do not want to waste any more of my time thinking he will change." I take a step closer to her holding her hand, "Please let me go Ammi,"

Mahira Ammi's eyes filled with tears as she squeezed my hand lightly, "Theek Hain,"  (Okay) She gave me permission, "Jao," (Go)

She pulled me into a tight hug, and slowly the whole family engulfed me into a tight hug, "We'll miss  you Bhabhi," Faraz said softly, "Visit a lot."

"I'll try," Probably not, the more distance I create between this family and me, the easier it will be to move on. 

Pulling away I say, "I'll be back tonight to grab my things,  and then leave tommorow morning." 

Ammi and Baba nodded, giving them one last look  I inhaled sharply and left the home. . or should I say the. Qureshi house, because from this day on. . this is no longer my home.

. . .

Rushing into my room as soon as I come back from the Qureshi home, and lay down on my bed, pondering over everything. that happened over there. Amma came in without knocking and laid down beside me, "Wafa?"

"Mhm?"

"Dukh ho raha hain?" (Are you in pain?) She asked softly as I kept pushing the large lump in my throat back not wanting to cry. . ."Wafa?"

"Amma," I whispered, keeping my gaze up at the ceiling, "Jo insaan mera tha hi nahi, use ko kar dukh kis baat ka hoga?' (Why would I feel bad about leaving the person that was never mine?)

Amma turned to the side facing me, "Pyaar karti ho use?" (Do you still love him?)

Her question filled the air with tension because both she and I knew, that I still did, but for the sake of my sanity, I needed to leave him. . and so I did. 

My bottom lip quivered as she asked me that question, I turned around and hugged her tightly breaking down against her, I cried. . allowing myself to have one more night to cry for him. . . after tonight.  .  .

I will never cry for him again. . .  

Never.