Since, it's my birthday :D.

There is a chapter before this "grey" so make sure you've read it.

ALSO BABA IS COMING HOME. I am so happy, this is the best birthday I can have. Alhamduillah

See you soon ^_^

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The next couple of hours she stayed in her room morphing around wondering about him. She didn't speak after he had confessed and he ran away to his room not coming back.

Usually, when she is alone her mind turns to remember her suffering and she cries her heart out each night. Even when she was back at her husband house after he was done with using her for his pleasure she would go out of the room and cry the rest of the night in her pain.

Her pain wasn't just physical but mentally she was under severe pressure by going through all that at the time she was supposed to be building and learning about mental health. She was rather in the position where any sort of her health was no one priority. Everyone used her for their own gain until the end.

She cried days in and out, praying to her Lord for her betterment because she lost hope in people. When her family thought of her like a discarded woman why would she ever think of anyone else as her own?.

She had her heart broken many times and her hope shattering every time people asked her to have patience and that her husband will change someday. She waited since was 15 to 18 but the change never came but everything turned worst.

She sighs pulling her hair in a bun standing from her position having enough stressing about Zaheer. She walks towards his room door placing her ear against it trying to listen to any sound. When she heard no sound she knocked on his door a couple of time but still, there wasn't any answer.

She frowns walking downstairs to look at his car but the car was still parked and she didn't even hear him leave his room. She looked around the mansion just in case she missed him leaving his room but she didn't find him anywhere.

At around 7 am, the time he leaves for office she waited right outside his door but not even till 9 am he was out of his room. Now the worry started building inside of her as she knocked harder this time trying her best to grab his attention just in case he didn't hear or ignored her last time.

Finally having enough she opened the door entering inside his darkroom for the first time of her being in his mansion. She looks around for the switch turning it on as she heard him groaning as the light enter his vision. She found him curled in the middle of the king-sized bed in his blanket covering all his body beside his face.

She walks closer frowning when she found him face pale and the sweat forming on his forehead. She places the back of her hand on his forehead feeling his temperature finding he has high fever.

At first, she panics running downstairs to ask for help and found his guards who told her they will bring the doctor in a while. She went back running to the room pacing around looking at him all this time until the doctor finally came and checked him.

"He has a high fever because of stress and overwork. He should be fine after he takes a rest for at least a week with a proper diet and medication". The doctor explained handing her the prescription, "If there are any other symptoms or his fever isn't going down you can call me".

She nodded giving the prescription to the doctor when she heard his phone ringing loudly. She looked at his phone watching it ringing when he groaned because of the sound she immediately answered it.

"Where are you?". She heard someone shouting making her startle, "You are never late to work".

"Hello". She said lowly

"Who in the world are you?. Why are you answering his call?". Waqas asked

"Um, I am...". She pauses trying to think of what she should say, "He is sick and the doctor said he shouldn't be working".

"Stay right there. I will be there in a few minutes. Don't even think about hiding. Today I will catch the reason he ruined my nights of sleep". Waqas said ending the call before she could say anything

She went downstairs cooking some light meal for him while the guard brings his medicine. She went back to his room shaking him but he didn't move until a few minutes later.

He opened his eyes tired wanting to sleep for some more time.

"What is it?. Are you ok?". He asked concerned holding his head as he feels headache forming

"I should be the one asking". She said stern making him look at her for the longest time because her stance looking the striking image of his, "How can a man like you be sick?".

"What does that even mean?. A man doesn't get sick or it's I who can't be sick?".

"No. I mean someone so....big".

He raised his eyebrows, "These are muscle".

"Which are useless at the moment".

"I never thought you had that much of sarcasm in yourself".

"I have many hidden talents".

"Guess I am lucky enough to have seen some of them".

"I caught you". They heard someone say startling them as they turn to Waqas who looks at her wide eyes, "No way. Why is she here?".

"Why are you here?". He asked clearing his throat as he feels it itching and she passes him a glass of water

Waqas walks in glaring at him, "What have you done?".

"I am not liable to answer. You can leave now". He said trying to appear intimidating but his pale face didn't help him

"Fine. I am leaving for now. I will be back for answers". Waqas said looking at her one last time before leaving

"He looks angry". She commented, "Is it because of me?".

"Why do you care?". He asked closing his eyes, "I told you you shouldn't care about other opinions because they all are thinking about themselves in the end".

"You need to eat". She said not wanting to stress him more, "Get up and eat now".

"You are becoming like me". He said smiling slightly as he sits on the bed taking the soup from her, "You shouldn't become like me".

"But you are strong".

"I am a coward".

"You are still strong at least for me".

He shakes his head, "You don't have any idea how black my heart is".

"Black isn't always associated with darkness. That is how people perceive it. It can still be something precious and pure. Black never mixes with any other colour and remain in its style. It always remains pure not allowing anything to affect the way it wants to be".

"You are certainly a writer". He said eating just a little of his meal, "I am going to be your number one fan".

"Do you want my autograph?. I might get busy later". She said grinning as she takes the tray away from him handing him the medicine

He watches her smile feeling relaxed as he eats the medicine laying back down.

"I will get that by all means even if you are the busiest person on earth". He said before going back to sleep

She sits beside him watching over him until she went back down to prepare the lunch. She took care of him at the best way she possibly can, when she was left with her thoughts, is when she looked at his notepad on the table.

She picked that away from the table walking back to sit beside him as she starts to write whatever that comes in her mind.

She continued to write as the thought stuck in her mind.

She continued to fight the challenging battle even with the wounds bleeding there was nothing that ever stopped her from finding what she was missing.

But what was she missing?.

She never truly loved anything in her life and she remembers that she asked him about it and he is the same as her so it wasn't useful.

She checked his temperature again before dinner which was still high so she resides with doing it the typical way by placing a cold cloth over his head.

She did that for a long time checking his temperature now and then. She went to change the water and cloth to his bathroom when she heard the sound of whimpering.

She frowns leaving everything heading back to his room when she found him crying in his sleep. She walks closer to him watching him struggle crying for his mother for a long time until he finally stopped when she called his name shaking him.

He opened his eyes looking at her with his eyes still brimming with tears which she wanted to move forward to wipe them away but she couldn't do that.

"Why didn't you run away?". He asked as his voice filled with agony, "Why couldn't you just run away?".

She looks at him for a while watching how he continues to cry as she feels her own heartbreaking looking at his agony. It wasn't even her pain she remembers right now, it was all his pain that she felt harder than her own pain.

"I did". She said watching his head turn to her as he looks at her wide eyes," I ran away when I was 16 and barely managed to come to my parents with a broken leg, bruised face and more. I remember I knocked at the door at 7 in the morning because I was running all through the night. They opened the door, looked at me and then take me in. I thought I was free and safe now that I am back home but...".

She closes her eyes clenching her hand as it was one of her worse memories, "I remember I was in my bed sleeping when I heard someone come inside. At first, I didn't care thinking it must be my parents checking on me until I heard his voice. I opened my eyes scared and screaming when he slapped me hard. I remember his eyes- the way he looked at me I remember all of it. He- he- he-".

She feels her breathing hitched as he falls on the ground feeling the pain in her chest as she breathes heavily punching her chest to ease her pain.

"He raped me in my house and behind that door. I screamed for help. I screamed for my parents, my sibling or anyone that was there. I-I screamed so much that I lost my voice for a week. No one helped me instead they blamed me and I remember when I was raped my mother walked in asking me to dress back on my weak body telling me it was all my fault that I spoke and I should have endured it as she had been and she asked me not to make her life harder. She told me she has more children to look at and that she doesn't have time to worry about me. My father told me to never step back in his house and if I want to run then just die somewhere else but never tell anyone that I have parents. Is that what you wanted to hear?".

She slammed her hand repeatedly on the floor bruising it as it starts to bleed when she heard him screaming in agony and they both remain taking out their pain until they both were empty.

She heard the loud roaring of the thunder in the sky startling her as she begins to weeps again.

"I am scared". She said crying harder, "I have been so scared to even breath near him thinking it might anger him. Sometimes he hits me just because I made a sound walking, eating or even moving things. He raped me every night saying it's his right and he hurt me all the time. What was I supposed to do?. Was I that much of a burden?".

She looks at him, "Should I kill myself?".

He didn't even get to say a word when she suddenly stood running out of the room at a fast pace that he didn't even get to comprehend anything. It took him a second before he was running behind her until he reached the rooftop watching wide eyes at her standing on the wall.

He felt that moment that he should have died as well. Maybe this wasn't a place for either of them to stay in.

"No. No. Don't leave me. Don't leave me, please". He cried looking at her

"It hurts so much. I can't do this again. I can't go back to him. He will kill me". She cried scared of her life

She turns around and he felt his heart coming out of his chest when she took another step forward.

"NO".